Chapter 1961
“What I want is simple. For you to apologize on your knees.”
Ye Fan''s cold, expressionless words incensed them further.
Frightened out of her wits, Selva quickly grabbed Ye Fan and attempted to appease the collectors at
the same time.
“I''m sorry, sirs. This nephew of mine has a habit of speaking out of turn. You wouldn''t hold it against
him, would you? Please, don''t apologize.”
Between her unctuous pleas, Selva persuaded Ye Fan in urgent whispers to return to the house
quickly. She also told him to let the matter go since the collectors had already decided to honor their
contract whilementing that dignity and justice were luxuries that the poor such as herself had no
use for.
The old woman had lived a life of poverty and hardship. As such, she did not have much nostalgia
for the world.
If she was alone, she would have fought for justice even if it cost her her life.
However, the well-being of her grandson was more important to her.
Though she was used to enduring hardship, she could not bear to witness Geetha and Ye Fan''s
suffering. She was determined to protect the innocence of their youth even if it meant having to
endure humiliation on her part.
Therefore, watching Ye Fan pick a fight was more than she could bear as she was afraid of him
being implicated because of her.
Ye Fan shook his head. “All living beings are equal, madam. No one is born noble. Although you
and I are poor, we are by no means lowly. Others may look down on us, but we must never look
down on ourselves. There are some things in life that we need to fight for. I, Chu Tianfan, vow to
recover your justice and dignity on your behalf.” Though Ye Fan did not raise his voice, his sonorous
words rang loud and clear.
He then turned to look at Geetha who was left in a heap on the floor, beaten and bruised. “Stand up,
Geetha.”
“Sir, I...” Geetha seemed to be in pain. He did not even have the courage to uncurl himself.
“Stand up, Geetha! If you don''t want to be trodden on all your life, stand up no matter how much it
hurts!”
Ye Fan''s expression became stern, and there was a note of authority in his voice.
Geetha endured the pain by gritting his teeth before summoning all his strength to do as he was
told.
“Very good,” Ye Fan said approvingly. “Do you see these men before you? Do you remember which
one of them struck you and your grandmother earlier? Hit them back.”
Every single person present was stunned by Ye Fan''s words, especially the representatives of the
King of India, who looked at him like he was an idiot.
“Hah!”
“Did he get his skull caved in by a donkey''s hooves?”
“Did he really ask this little brat to hit us back?”
“Look at him, he wouldn''t dare!”
Far from being frightened, the collectors merelyughed like they had heard a funny joke.
Sure enough, Geetha stopped moving forward. Fear was written all over his dark, bright eyes.
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He shook his head at Ye Fan as he sobbed. “1-1 can''t, sir. 1-1 can''t do it.”
“Hold your tongue!” Ye Fan snapped, sounding angry by that point. “How are you going to defend
your grandmother when you''re not even able to stand up to this bunch? Show me you''re a man and
strike them back! Don''t let me lose the respect I have for you.”
Geetha hesitated for a long time before finally closing his eyes and rushing over with a battle cry.
Leaping as high as he could, the boy''s footnded squarely on one of the men''s chest.
As the collectors were untrained civilians, the force of a furious ten-year-old''s kick was something to
be reckoned with.
“Ow! I''ll kill you, you little brat!”
After a scream of pain and rage, the collector whose chest bore the brunt procured a baseball bat
seemingly out of nowhere and swung it at Geetha''s head.
“Be careful, Geetha!” Selva cried out, pale with fright.
Suddenly, there was a blinding sh of green followed by a dismembered arm and the bat it had
been yielding before falling to the ground with two consecutive thuds.
A ssh of dark red was sent high into the sky before drizzling over the other collectors in a fine
mist.
That was the final straw.
“B*stard, you''ll pay for that!” With yells vowing to avenge their kin, the collectors rushed toward Ye
Fan, who stood his ground.
When they were several paces away, Ye Fan stomped on the ground abruptly and sent a gust of
energy crashing down upon them with the crushing weight of a mountain.
“Kneel!” hemanded, his voice thunderous in his rage and unquestionable authority. Even the
ground beneath their feet shook.
As if losing control of their faculties, the collectors copsed to their knees with such force that their
kneecaps had been all but shattered into dust.
Everybody was stunned. Even Selva looked at Ye Fan like he was an apparition.
Geetha was also rooted to the spot in shock.
The collectors who had partaken in the physical abuse of Geetha and Selva were at that moment
even more frightened.
Who the hell isthisyoung man?
“Geetha, get back there and hit them,” Ye Fan ordered in a deep voice. “If they refuse to apologize,
they shall have to bepelled to.”
This time, Geetha did not hesitate. Rather, he took to his task with gusto. “dly, sir!”
With a yell of righteous justice, he rushed up and punched and kicked every inch of the people who
had degraded his grandmother with all his strength. His tiny hands wed and tore their faces.
“Take that!” Geetha shouted as he pummeled them. “That''s forying a hand on my grandma!”
It did not take long before the collectors sumbed to the rabid assaults of the boy and apologized,
begging for mercy.
Ye Fan spared their lives for having learned their lesson. As unsavory as their transgressions were,
they
were not heinous enough to warrant death sentences.
Besides, Ye Fan did not want to traumatize Geetha and his grandmother by forcing them to witness
murder.
“That was awesome, sir!” Geetha whooped after the officers limped away. “Could you teach me how
to do that?”
After years of being a victim of bullying, it gave Geetha a thrilling sense of control for the first time to
be able to fight back.
Is this what it feels like to have power?
“It was not my intent to get you addicted to violence by asking you to do that, Geetha. I wanted you
to know that there are some people worth giving your life to protect. Right now, that person is your
grandmother. It may be your friend, your wife, or your children in the future.”
Geetha nodded solemnly. “But, sir, I''m too weak. I''m afraid I can''t protect them.”
“You are still young, so there''s plenty of time for you to be stronger. Listen closely. I will give
you two paths to choose from. The first requires you to
you will naturally gain social importance. By then, you will be able to protect your loved ones easily.
This happens to be the way chosen by most in this world.”
“The second,” he continued, “is to practice martial arts. When you''ve mastered your craft and
established a sect, no one will dare insult you. However, this is an extremely dangerous path, with
threats to your life being a daily affair. Few people would choose this path today. Two paths, two
destinies, Geetha. You have two days to think about your future. I expect an answer from you by
then.”
Ye Fan looked down and met the boy''s eyes. For a moment, he seemed to have traveled through
the years and saw his humiliated self atop Mount Chumen.
Geetha is lucky to have met me. I didn''t have a mentor back then. Nobody was there for me when
my mother was humiliated.
Without another word, Ye Fan turned around and walked away.
Selva chased after the man to persuade him to escape quickly as the collectors he had just taught a
lesson belonged to the Vias family who had the backing of the King of India.
Upon their arrival back at the Vias residence, they would undoubtedly return with reinforcements for
revenge.
Ye Fan merely smiled reassuringly at the old woman''s concern.
“Escape? I, Chu Tianfan, have been running away for half my life. I have run from the Chu family,
my hometown, and my mother. No more. I no longer need to escape!”
Since the whole world thinks I''m dead, they will tremble at my triumphant return from the dead to
reim my throne.