"You... you all..."

Like a black iron tower, Zhou Zhanlong sneered and stepped forward menacingly, while Ke Longxiang's face streamed with cold sweat.

He had thought that tonight he would be witnessing a heroic tale of a loyal warrior going alone to a meeting, but the reality was far from the drama...

In panic, Ke Longxiang swallowed hard, contemplating sending his followers to stand in for him while he took the chance to run as far away as possible.

This was still a society of law and order, and once they left the bar, he didn't believe Xu Fan's men would dare to cause trouble.

"Heh heh, Young Master Ke, where do you think you're running off to?"

Hu Busan wasn't blind to his intentions, and promptly cut off his escape route.

Seeing this, Ke Longxiang felt a wave of despair.

"Hmph, Zhou Zhanlong, you motherfucker, why aren't you moving your ass yet!"

Without teaching Ke Longxiang a lesson, the man might become emboldened by tomorrow. So, with a nudge from Hu Busan, Zhou Zhanlong charged into action.

Zhou Zhanlong was stronger than any Neijia practitioner; he had benefitted from Xu Fan's guidance in recent days. Ke Longxiang's bodyguards might have been formidable, but to him, they were nothing more than chickens and dogs!

With fists like casserole dishes, Zhou Zhanlong now fought amid the crowd as if he were on a battlefield with no one else around,

His punches were grand and mighty, like a war god come to life, with sounds of cracking bones and screams intertwining, creating what could only be described as a masterpiece of violent aesthetics!

Hu Busan, like a sly fox squinting his eyes, watched from the side, laughing to himself, "Zhou Zhanlong, this guy, really scooped up a lucky break from his boss..."

A quarter of an hour later, all the bodyguards that had followed Ke Longxiang into the bar were scattered on the floor, wailing incessantly.

Even Ke Longxiang, who had tried to flee, was now being held down on the ground and viciously beaten, like a dead dog.

Now that Xu Fan had handed him the reins, Hu Busan was in no hurry to stop his men from beating them.

Ke Longxiang, the delicate son of a wealthy family, was too tender-skinned; Hu Busan thought it was good for him to endure some roughening up.

"Stop."

After taking great interest in watching for a while, Hu Busan finally waved his hand to call a halt.

Giving his men a look, one of them quickly made their way to the door.

There was a faint clicking sound, and it was most likely the bar's rolling shutter being closed.

"Strip them."

After a thorough beating, Ke Longxiang and his group had completely lost their ability to fight back. Hu Busan waved his hand, signaling his followers to start stripping them of their clothes.

A wave of panic surged in Ke Longxiang's eyes as he watched Hu Busan's cold smile; his skin crawled uncontrollably.

"You... what are you trying to do!"

"Heh heh, Young Master Ke, with your soft and tender skin, I find you so very endearing..."

Seemingly intent on stoking Ke Longxiang's fear, Hu Busan looked just like a perverted gay man in that moment.

"Just kill me!"

Imagining his rear being ruthlessly violated by the other party, Ke Longxiang clenched his legs tightly and burst out yelling.

Clearly, such a humiliation was more unbearable than death for him.

As a rich young master often indulging with models, when had he ever been subjected to such a thing?

"Pah."

"You really think I'd be interested in you?"

Hu Busan felt nauseated by his own taunt; he had no such inclinations. Watching his followers strip the clothes from Ke Longxiang and his men, he then commanded, "Take out everything inside."

"Smash their phones!"

The only reason to strip Ke Longxiang and his group down to their underwear was to prevent them from sending any distress signals at this moment.

Watching as Ke Longxiang and his group's cellphones were smashed into pieces, Hu Busan nodded his approval now.

At this moment, there was no one to help them, their calls for help falling on deaf ears.

"Alright, Zhou Zhanlong, call the boss over."

Having just had Ke Longxiang brutally beaten, Hu Busan was no longer as angry, and with a look, he signaled Zhou Zhanlong to drag the man to Xu Fan to decide his fate.

"Heh heh..."

Zhou Zhanlong chuckled, his hand as big as a fan, he grabbed a tuft of Ke Longxiang's hair and dragged him towards Xu Fan like a dead dog.

"You... you..."

Having been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, before anyone laid a hand on him, they had to think twice about the threats his family background posed. Ke Longxiang had never suffered such humiliation.

Lying on the ground like a dead dog now, he felt as if all the bones in his body were shattered, unable to even move a finger.

Looking up through tear- and blood-blurred eyes, he saw that Xu Fan wasn't paying any attention to him at all, instead amusing himself with the wine glass in his hand.

Watching the bubbles in the golden liquid of the glass burst one by one, Xu Fan said indifferently, "Ke Longxiang, are you having fun?"

"..."

Fun... What bullshit fun!

Ke Longxiang's clenched teeth grated, and even without answering, one could feel the towering rage in his heart.

"What? Can't handle it anymore?"

"Wasn't it you who wanted to play with us?"

Xu Fan put down his wine glass, turned his chair around, leaned forward, and reached out to grab the other's hair.

Lifting Ke Longxiang's head, Xu Fan looked emotionlessly into those hate-filled eyes and said, "You should know, not everyone is afraid of your mommy and daddy and willing to play house with you."

"Xu Fan, you will regret this!"

Ke Longxiang clenched his teeth, his gaze almost shooting daggers!

Falling into Xu Fan's hands, he was clearly unwilling to accept this.

Hearing the threatening tone in his voice, Xu Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What? Ke Longxiang, can't win the game, and now you want to run crying to mommy?"

"You!"

The pity in Xu Fan's eyes stabbed cruelly into Ke Longxiang's pride.

At that moment, his face turned alternately pale and flushed.

In Shanghai, leading a group of spoiled brats, he had made a name for himself as if walking on flat ground. He had thought this trip to Jinling would be just as smooth.

But now, he had learned a hard lesson.

He was just an idiotic rich young master who bullied others only because of his family's clout...

Without the shelter of his family's influence, he was nothing.

"Ke Longxiang."

Seeing Ke Longxiang's eyes close in utter defeat, Xu Fan straightened up and mused, "Think about it, how could you possibly win against a bunch of upstarts?"

Ke Longxiang was not short of money; power was also within his easy reach.

His interest in targeting Lingyan Pavilion in Jinling was nothing more than a whimsical urge to come out on top.

He thought that the grassroot origins of Lingyan Pavilion's members could never match him.

But how would he know that what was merely a game to him was a matter of survival to others...

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