The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 511: You Should Thank Me (First Update)

Di Xiele’s strength was by no means weak.

Although they had only exchanged a move or two, to be able to stir up Zhang Fan’s fighting instincts was already pretty impressive.

Especially that weird speed, which was already not inferior to Li Yu and the others now.

And that magical hidden weapon, it could be said, dealing with average folks was simply too easy.

Zhang Fan also wanted to see just how strong Di Xiele, this buxom lady, was.

After all, speed couldn’t represent everything.

But soon, Zhang Fan was dumbfounded.

F*ck, Di Xiele was wearing a skirt, and when she lifted her leg, the scenery under the skirt was totally exposed.

Di Xiele’s brain, it seemed, was not very functional!

However, it did make for a pretty nice view.

A group of people around were stunned, their eyeballs almost popping out.

F*ck, starting a fight at the drop of a hat?

The most damn critical thing was, that top-grade beauty just lifted her leg to kick?

F*ck, if you’re going to kick, can’t you turn around and let us have a look?

However, the next moment, Di Xiele’s foot firmly landed on that woman’s chest.

Yes, right on the chest.

Di Xiele was naturally tall, about 1.7 meters, while that woman was about 1.6 meters.

You have to know, before, Di Xiele was able to kick as high as Zhang Fan’s head.

Watching this scene, Zhang Fan’s eyes also nearly popped out.

Frigging hell, this buxom lady must play football; how could she even hit that?

At this moment, that woman’s body flew out directly, her red dress flapping and soaring through the air, crashing straight into a furniture store across the street.

"Bang!"

A dull thud immediately rang out, and the crowd around turned their eyes wide with shock.

F*ck, this top-grade beauty is so violent?

Flew more than three meters away!

That kick must have been really powerful!

Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes, watching Di Xiele closely.

He could estimate the strength of that kick, it was strong, and upon initial calculation, Di Xiele had used only about eighty percent of her strength in that kick.

To be able to kick someone that far with one foot was comparable to Li Yu before he joined the army, back when he was at the provincial boxing bureau.

What the hell was up with Di Xiele!

That movement, that speed, was definitely professionally trained, specifically for combat.

"What are you looking at!"

Di Xiele turned around, noticed Zhang Fan’s gaze fixed on her, and immediately glared.

Zhang Fan stroked his chin, appreciatively saying, "Not a bad kick, but it had a flaw. If you wanted to kick her further, you should have aimed five centimeters above the navel; if you wanted to humiliate her, just kick her face. That way, she definitely would have lost some teeth. Wanna try again?"

The crowd in the store widened their eyes at Zhang Fan, this lad, where the hell did he come from? Damn it, you were standing so close, you must’ve seen it all before.

And you still want another kick, damn it, you still want to watch!

"I know, no need to tell me, I just don’t like her being small, wanted to kick her, how about that!" Di Xiele furrowed her brows, glaring at Zhang Fan as she spoke.

Zhang Fan was almost sprayed with laughter at Di Xiele’s words.

Damn it, thinking everyone’s like you, always flaunting E’s, you should consider others’ feelings too!

Blaming others for being underdeveloped!

Zhang Fan chuckled, then murmured, "Could you maybe not wear a skirt when kicking next time? Something purple got exposed."

Hearing Zhang Fan’s words, Di Xiele’s face immediately froze.

A hint of blush gradually spread across her entire face.

Purple? Purple?

"You, pervert!" Di Xiele screamed.

Zhang Fan whispered, "Blame me? I didn’t even move; you showed it to me yourself."

"Asshole!"

The group of men behind clenched their teeth in fury, glaring at Zhang Fan, fucking taking advantage and playing dumb, huh?

"If you ask me, you should either switch to jeans, or make that skirt even shorter," suggested Zhang Fan with zest.

"Heh heh!"

Initially murderous, the men suddenly chuckled with deep implication.

Indeed, a hem hitting the knee was way too long. If it were a bit shorter, damn, that would be perfect.

"Rascal!" Di Xiele gnashed his teeth in anger.

However, the next moment, an extremely bone-chilling voice came into play.

"Do you want to die or not live at all?"

Hao Shuai’s face completely darkened.

Fuck, these two, do they think I’m invisible?

Beat up my girl and discuss how to make it more enjoyable right in front of me?

"Huh?"

Hearing the voice by his side, everyone finally snapped to attention.

Right, there was another guy next to that woman!

"Who are you?"

Zhang Fan and Di Xiele turned their heads and said, their eyes full of confusion.

Hao Shuai almost exploded!

Who are you?

You fucking beat up my girl and now you ask who I am?

Anger immediately erupted from Hao Shuai’s chest, but when he looked at Di Xiele, his eyes flickered.

That smooth whitened skin, those incredibly delicate features, that perfect... Suddenly, Hao Shuai’s anger vanished like smoke.

This was simply otherworldly Top Grade!

That bitch who only knew how to spend his money felt like trash now in comparison!

Immediately, Hao Shuai took a deep breath and bellowed at Zhang Fan, "Kid, fuck off a bit farther; I’ve got no time to deal with you."

Then, staring at Di Xiele, his eyes flashing with immense greed, Hao Shuai said, "Good, daring to beat up my girlfriend. Tell me, how do you want to settle today’s matter?"

Fuck, this kind of Top Grade, I must get my hands on her!

"Isn’t that Handsome Shuai?"

Someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Handsome Shuai? What Handsome Shuai?" another person asked confusedly.

"Are you a fucking idiot? Hao Shuai, Hao Chenggong’s son!"

"Hiss, Hao Chenggong? The owner of the Seventh Floor Cinema Hao Chenggong?" someone exclaimed.

"Yes, that him! Fuck, his cinema must be making four to five million a month!"

"Absolutely, there are several universities nearby. You could say it’s packed every night."

Suddenly, a discussion burst out.

Wearing a smug expression, Hao Shuai, greedily staring at Di Xiele, said, "Heh, you know who I am now, don’t you? Either compensate me with one million, and we can call it even, or, heh, spend a month with me, make me comfortable, and we’ll write this off."

"Oh boy, you’re in deep trouble now," Zhang Fan said, smirking as he looked at Di Xiele.

"Get lost!" Di Xiele roared at Zhang Fan, then coldly stared down Hao Shuai!

"Make you comfortable, sure! I’ll make you comfortable!" Di Xiele said with a cold smile, her toes touching the ground.

"Wise choice!" Hao Shuai smiled triumphantly, and then strode over to Di Xiele, reaching out his hand to her.

However, the next moment, a hand clamped on his forehead, yanked back violently, and suddenly, Hao Shuai’s body flew backwards through the air.

"Bro, I just saved your life, you owe me one!"

Zhang Fan laughed as he spoke, then glanced at Di Xiele’s raised leg and rolled his eyes.

Fuck, with Di Xiele’s kick, this idiot’s balls are definitely going to explode!

Yet the crowd around them stared wide-eyed at Zhang Fan.

Fuck, this kid dared to lay hands on Hao Shuai?