Chapter 27 – Bald Qiang Turns Into Zhu Touqiang_1


    Chapter 27 Bald Qiang Turns into Zhu Touqiang_1


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    “Hehe, my daughter almost got bitten by your mangy dog, do you know she is the apple of my eye, can you fucking afford topensate for that?” Xu Fan’s piercing gaze fixed unwaveringly on the bald man.


    “Good! Good! Good! You want to reason with me, right? Today, I’ll break your legs to avenge my fallen Hei Xing,” Bald Qiang clenched his fists tightly, the joints cracking like snapping beans.


    “Overestimating yourself,” Xu Fan nced at him with disdain, as if he was looking at an ant.


    “I’ll kill you right now!” Bald Qiang charged forward in two steps, swinging a punch at Xu Fan.


    His body was muscr and knotted, weighing more than 200 kilograms, throwing a punch that was heavy and powerful.


    “Daddy… be careful.” Tongtong, seeing the bear-like sturdy Bald Qiang attack Xu Fan, covered her eyes with her hands, nervous.


    “Tongtong, don’t be afraid,” Xu Fan’s calm voice rose in Tongtong’s ears.


    Cradling Tongtong, Xu Fan dodged swiftly, then raised his left hand and backhandedly pped the face of the burly bald man.


    Bald Qiang’s fist missed, swinging fiercely through the air without even grazing the hem of Xu Fan’s clothes.


    As for Xu Fan’s p, itnded gently on his face.


    With a “smack” sound,


    Xu Fan’s p sent the 200-kilogram body flying three meters across.


    In the air, four or five shattered teeth mixed with blood sttered onto thewn.


    Bald Qiangy on the ground for a good ten seconds before he staggered to his feet, his left cheek swelling up high, now half resembling a human and half resembling a pig.


    Looking at his grotesque face, Xu Fan slowly walked up to him and delivered another p to his right cheek.


    “Stop!” A voice from a man in ck resounded from the side; his speed was lightning-fast, pouncing on Xu Fan like a cheetah.


    Unfortunately, no matter how fast he was, he wasn’t faster than Xu Fan’s hand.


    “Smack!”


    Another loud p echoed.


    Bald Qiang’s hefty frame was directly flung by Xu Fan’s p, crashing straight into the man in ck who was running over.


    With a ng, the two muscr men collided.


    “Qiang bro, are you okay?” The man in ck quickly got up from the ground and helped the bald man he called Qiang bro to his feet.


    “Xiao Jun… wuh… I feel like my face is gone,” Qiang bro mumbled, now missing eight or nine teeth, speaking with a lisp and spitting out disgusting clots of blood from the corner of his mouth as he talked.


    “Qiang bro? Are you really Qiang bro?” Xiao Jun, the man in ck, almost burst outughing at the sight of Qiang bro’s face—where the fuck was Qiang bro, this was practically Pig bro.


    Qiang bro’s face had swollen up five centimeters high from the two ps, his once wide eyes now reduced to slits, his mouth oozing blood, much like a pig ughtering scene.


    “Xiao Jun, hurry… hurry and avenge me…” In agony, Qiang bro wrapped his arms around Xiao Jun’s shoulders, his voiceden with a hissing tremor; he was in too much pain.


    “Alright, Brother Qiang, I’ll avenge you!” Xiao Jun ced Brother Qiang on the grass, sharply inhaling a breath of cold air. The opponent was simply too ruthless, having beaten Brother Qiang to a point where he no longer resembled a human.


    “You’re strong! But I’m not made of y either!” Xiao Jun flexed his wrist, firmly addressing Xu Fan.


    The stance Xiao Jun adopted was that of military boxing, a routine from his time as a soldier; he now served as Brother Qiang’s bodyguard.


    Unlike Brother Qiang, who relied on brute strength to survive on the streets, Xiao Jun possessed realbat skills. He had retired from the special forces of Yan Country and had also worked as a mercenary. During a mission to protect Brother Qiang, he single-handedly took on eighteen Gold Medal Fighters from another gang. Impressed by this feat, Brother Qiang had hired him as his top-paid bodyguard. No longer toiling through missions in the rain and wind, all Xiao Jun had to do was protect the boss to receive a substantial sry every month.


    Last week, Brother Qiang’s prized purebred Tibetan Mastiff, Hei Xing, won ten out of ten fights in the underground dogfighting ring, earning Brother Qiang ten million in bets. Today, with his mood lifted, Brother Qiang decided to take Hei Xing out for a walk.


    Normally, Xiao Jun was on 24-hour close-guard duty for Brother Qiang. Just moments ago, he had followed Brother Qiang’s orders to fetch Hei Xing’s specialty premium dog food from the vi, but when he returned, he found Hei Xing hanging on the wall, lifeless.


    And Brother Qiang nowy sprawling on the grass like a dead pig.


    Xiao Jun was filled with regret. He couldn’t believe that within just two minutes, such a major problem had urred. If he didn’t beat the man across from him, he wouldn’t have the face to look at Brother Qiang again.


    “Kid, you’re finished!” Xiao Jun pointed at Xu Fan, his aura beginning to intensify.


    “Big talker,” Xu Fan said with a contemptuous smile, raising his right hand and casually beckoning Xiao Jun with his fingers.


    “Daddy… Tongtong is so scared… Fighting is bad…” Tongtong curled up in Xu Fan’s arms, nervously speaking.


    “Tongtong, be good. Daddy isn’t fighting; Daddy is catching bad guys. If the bad guys want to hit Daddy, then Daddy will crush them like ants,” Xu Fan affectionately rubbed Tongtong’s hair with his chin, speaking rxedly.


    “Big bad guy, you’re not allowed to hit my daddy.” Tongtong bravely poked her little head out from Xu Fan’s chest and addressed the man in ck, Xiao Jun.


    Seeing Tongtong’s innocent and cute little face, Xiao Jun hesitated, then pointing at Tongtong in Xu Fan’s arms, he arrogantly said to Xu Fan, “You can put down the little girl in your hands. I don’t want to involve the innocent.”


    “Juste at me, I can still grind you to dust with just one finger,” Xu Fan’s mouth curved in a smirk, not taking him seriously at all.


    “You’re too arrogant. Let me, Lengmian Han Xing Zhang Jun, teach you what it means to respect an opponent!” Zhang Jun sprinted, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared right in front of Xu Fan, his movements swift, like a speedy Cheetah.


    Once in front of Xu Fan, rather than throwing a punch, he swiftly lowered his body and swept his strong right leg toward Xu Fan’s lower stance.


    With Tongtong in his arms, Xu Fan was hindered in his movements. This steel whip-like leg sweep was almost a sure hit for Xiao Jun.


    When Xiao Jun’s leg was less than five centimeters away from Xu Fan, Xu Fan suddenly moved. Xiao Jun only saw a blur before Xu Fan appeared two meters in front of him.


    A lightning-fast leg sweep unexpectedly missed its target.


    “Impossible!”


    Xiao Jun rolled on the grass, swiftly reappearing beside Xu Fan, and then aimed a punch at Xu Fan’s knee.


    The knee joint is a human vulnerability; one hit could cause Xu Fan to lose bnce, and then Xiao Jun could take the opportunity to crush Xu Fan as he fell.


    A sharp light shed in Xu Fan’s eyes.


    He lightly lifted his right leg, dodging Xiao Jun’s punch, and then his foot pressed Xiao Jun’s body to the ground.