Chapter 580


    The bald man was extraordinarily fast. Of course, it was only natural that a person who specialized in


    training bodyguards possessed such umon ability.


    He felt that he had to teach Fane a lesson, especially after disrespecting him in such a deplorable


    manner.


    It did not help that they had many onlookers who saw Fane disrespecting him.


    "Hmph!" came the sound of indignance as h e aimed for Fane with his tiger w-style palms.


    The bald man never saw iting: Fane merely sidestepped to the left and, just like that, avoided the


    man''s attack. The bald man was taken aback.


    "Impossible!" The bald man was surprised a s his eyes widened like saucers. He quickly had the


    impression that he must have had a miscalction. It was practically an ambush, and a rather fast


    attack at that. How did he avoid it without even turning back?


    Just as he was surprised about it, Fane walked two steps forward away from him with his hands behind


    his back. It was as if he did not see the bald man and his steps were leisure.


    Two bodyguards stood at the other side of the room, personally trained by the bald man himself. Their


    eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when they saw it happening. "How was that possible?" They


    had to be hallucinating. How could their instructor fail to catch a man who had his back turned to him?


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    The bald man''s face darkened when he heard the exim from his disciples. He took two steps


    forward to catch up to Fane. This time, he shaped both hands in a wlike manner and aimed for


    Fane.


    However, Fane sidestepped to the right when he swung his left palm, and Fane would sidestep to the


    left when the bald man swung his right hand.


    Aghast, he decided to swing both hands onto Fane


    Just as he was ready to rush forward, Fane suddenly fell backward.


    Thump!


    Not only did the bald man miss, but Fane pulled an even better surprise attack by mming his head


    against the bald man''s stomach!


    One of Fane''s legs was nted on the ground—though bent to a certain degreewhile the other was


    raised and stretched out straight. Fane spectacrly kept his bnce, and it was as though he was


    just a s bnced as the ground. This nifty move h e pulled seemed utterly wless, though not many


    people could do this.


    There was a dull sound that followed after Fane mmed his head against the man''s stomach. The


    force of Fane''s attack sent the man staggering a few steps backward before he could stabilize himself.


    "This can''t be. There''s no way you can stand against me!" The bald man saw red like never before. At


    that point, their scuffle attracted more onlookers, even from those who queued for the interview.


    Understandably, this made him feel diffident.


    As he let out an enraged roar, he sped his hands together into a huge fist like arge hammer and


    leaped into the air. He jumped a few meters high and dropped toward Fane, anger overwhelming his


    being.


    "I suppose you haven''t had your fill, huh?" Fane was miffed with this man''s incessant attacks. If he was


    a no-nonsense kind of person while he was attacked, this bald man would have been a goner in just a


    few seconds. Had Fane been an assistantmander-equivalent, the man would have died still.


    Fane was well aware that those who ran a personal securitypany were backed by people of great


    power.


    He was well aware that if he was killed, it would not be a big deal.


    Fane balled his fist tightly, and the energy he used this time was almost two times more than the


    energy he used previously. m!