The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official-Chapter 320: I’m Petty and Hold Grudges

"You bastard, screwing up my plans!"

Seeing Lin Fan standing at the door with his hands behind his back, Qiangzi and his cohorts immediately rolled up their sleeves, ready to strike.

But in the next second, a group of brawny men burst in behind Lin Fan. Each was as broad as a tiger and as tough as a bear, their bodies covered in tattoos. The fierceness of their looks and the shiny objects in their hands scared the lights out of Qiang and his posse. Luckily, Qiangzi recognized one of them at a glance.

"Dao...Fellow brother...no need for violence...it’s me, Qiangzi!"

Facing the thug who was about to stab someone with a knife, Qiangzi hurriedly grabbed his arm, shouting loudly.

"Lai Piqiang...is that you, kid?"

The one known as Dao hesitated, then with a cold sneer, he sized up the seven or eight men in front of him, all subdued. Compared to his gang, who really walked the "world", these were just a bunch of nobodies, nowhere near the same level.

"Yeah yeah yeah...it’s me, it’s me...who would’ve thought a flood would wash over the Dragon King Temple, and a family wouldn’t recognize their own, huh?"

Seeing that the knife didn’t stab in, Qiangzi’s anxious heart finally settled a bit.

"A family?"

Lin Fan’s voice came from behind Dao. They hurriedly stepped aside, allowing Lin Fan to step by step approach Lai Piqiang.

When he saw Lin Fan, Lai Piqiang immediately started nodding and bowing with a smile plastered on his face, "Yeah yeah yeah, we’re all family in this world...never thought you knew Dao...my mistake for not recognizing a great man...lucky we’re all family..."

"Who is family with you!"

Just when Lai Piqiang thought he had dodged a bullet, Lin Fan smashed a beer bottle hidden behind his back right on his head.

"Ah..."

As the bottle shattered, Lai Piqiang was knocked to the ground. Fresh blood spurted from his bald head. At that scene, everyone was stunned while Lin Fan just smiled, tossing half of the beer bottle to the ground. It was the third time he’d used this method, and he had become quite proficient.

"Don’t use knives, use your fists, just leave them breathing!"

With a command from Lin Fan, Dao and the others unleashed their fists on the seven or eight men. Screams filled the room. They were all sent by Third Brother, obedient to Lin Fan’s every word. Even if they were told not to kill, they wouldn’t hesitate if asked to draw their knives.

As for Lin Fan, he, of course, wouldn’t do such dirty work himself. He walked over to the wall, pulling Qu Liping and Xie Qian out. Both women looked disheveled and were shaking from fear, evidently terrified.

"That’s enough, head back and rest."

Lin Fan looked at Qu Liping’s swollen face, then glanced at the tear-streaked Xie Qian, "I’ll handle things here."

"Is this going to turn into trouble...maybe we should call the police...we can testify that they were trying to indecently assault us."

Qu Liping looked fearfully at the chaotic scene before her, Qiangzi and his gang were beaten out of shape, and she feared things might escalade to something grave.

"Don’t rush, the police will be here soon. But I’m someone who holds grudges, and some things need to be settled by myself!"

Lin Fan shook his head with a smile, implying he wouldn’t leave so easily.

"Then...thank you...boss!"

Qu Liping bit her lip and muttered softly in front of Lin Fan, then took the still crying Xie Qian by the hand and left. Before leaving, Xie Qian looked back at Lin Fan with tears in her eyes.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Gradually, the wailing of Qiangzi and his men grew quieter, and seeing as they were now only exhaling without inhaling, Lin Fan gestured, "Come on, bring him over!"

"Okay!"

Dao hurriedly nodded, dragging the bloodied Qiangzi over. His face was bruised, he could no longer stand, only lean against the chair, struggling to lift his head and peer at Lin Fan through eyes that were mere slits.

"Hey, Qiangzi, right? Do you remember her?"

Lin Fan pointed at Li Huifang, who was sitting on his left leg.

"Grandfather...I was wrong...I...don’t...don’t remember her!"

Qiangzi, barely clinging to life, shook his head frantically; he did not recall Li Huifang.

"Don’t remember, huh? Weren’t you just touching her butt? Tell me, which hand did you use?"

Holding the bottle, Lin Fan asked coldly, "Whichever hand it was, rest it up here, and if you won’t admit it, I’ll cripple both of your hands!"

"Ancestor...I’ve been wronged...I really didn’t touch her!"

Looking at the bottle, Qiangzi desperately shook his head, "I swear...if I touched her...may I not die a good death...I’m truly wronged!"

"Not talking, huh?"

Lin Fan didn’t believe the guy’s words for a second. Giving Dao a sign, he immediately pressed Qiangzi’s hands onto the table. Qiangzi cried bitterly without any means to escape. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Since you’re not talking, then you won’t need either hand!"

Lin Fan weighed the bottle in his hand; since he staunchly denied it, it was time to show him what revenge meant.

But just then, Li Huifang suddenly hugged Lin Fan’s waist and yelled out loud, "Brother-in-law...actually...I lied, he didn’t touch my butt!"

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