The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 561: Are You Looking for a Fight?

The name July Bamboo was derived from the unique terrain of this area.

"July" represents the number of buildings here.

Within a one-kilometer radius, there are only seven buildings.

However, looking down from the sky, these seven buildings are shaped like a crescent moon.

That’s why it’s called July!

As for "Bamboo," it refers to the distinctive scenery here.

Around the buildings, countless bamboos are planted.

This is the origin of the name July Bamboo.

Yet this place is recognized by Capital City as a forbidden area.

Given its geographic location, which is somewhat of a blind spot, there’s a woeful lack of traffic flow, and very few people around. Even the roadside stands are all fruit stalls run by some older folks.

As for restaurants, you have to walk two kilometers to find one!

When Zhang Fan arrived here in Ouyang Feng’s car, he was taken aback by the eerie atmosphere of the place.

It was quiet, too damn quiet.

If one were to come here at night, this place would totally be like a ghost town!

"Be careful not to offend anyone here. I’m off. This place creeps me out. Remember, don’t try to force your way into July Bamboo, got it?" With that, Ouyang Feng revved up the engine and sped off.

"Such a big guy and yet such a coward, embarrassing."

Zhang Fan grumbled as he walked toward the entrance.

"Halt, please show your work badge!"

The two men at the door stared sharply at Zhang Fan.

They were built like tanks, with slightly bulging muscles indicating they were undoubtedly experts. Their breathing was deep and heavy.

Dressed in camouflage, the most intimidating aspect was the handgun hanging at their waists.

Zhang Fan’s gaze also flickered.

Live ammunition just to guard a door—it seemed that this was no ordinary place.

Straight away, Zhang Fan fished out the Black Execution Order that Wei Guo had given him and handed it over.

A gleam of recognition flashed in the eyes of the two men.

Black Execution Order?

After careful verification, and upon confirming its authenticity, their eyes betrayed an immense curiosity.

To enter July Bamboo, they only recognized credentials, not the person.

This was the first time they had seen someone use a Black Execution Order to gain access. The Black Execution Order—only Wei Guo had one such item in all of July Bamboo!

It meant that the holder had the authority to enter any part of July Bamboo.

The armory, the laboratories, the office buildings!

And the key point was, this youngster in front of them was under twenty, right?

"Sorry, sir. Please wait a moment while we verify this!" one of them said respectfully.

They recognize only the badge, not the person. If not for the importance of the Black Execution Order and Zhang Fan’s unusually young age, they would never have thought to check with their superiors.

"No problem," Zhang Fan said with a smile, as he began to take in the so-called July Bamboo before him.

Flagstones, green bricks, bamboo plants and flowers—it had to be said, the scenery was delightful!

Moreover, the buildings here were only five stories high, which, in comparison to the high-rise buildings in the distance, was truly distinctive.

No, it was positively a breath of fresh air!

"A great place for retirement!" Zhang Fan muttered to himself.

The men nearby almost collapsed.

A great place for retirement?

Are you kidding me? This is one of Capital City’s most significant locations, a retirement place? You must be joking!

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Just then, a discordant voice rang out.

"Xiao Li, what’s going on here? Why are random people loitering at the entrance? Get him out of here!" A man in his late twenties made his way over, a hint of anger in his brow.

One side of his face was an unnatural color, as if it were as pale as paper.

It looked like a face of yin and yang.

"On your period, or what?" Zhang Fan was not the slightest bit polite in his retort.

Dammit, the road is so wide; am I in your way?

And judging by the guy’s age, only in his late twenties, about the same as that guard at the door—Xiao Li? What does that mean? Is he younger than you?

"What did you say?" Jin Jingfeng’s face grew even angrier, as he stared coldly at Zhang Fan and once again spoke in a low voice, "Xiao Li, throw him out."

Li Youde looked coldly at Jin Jingfeng but ignored him.

Who does Jin Jingfeng think he is, just been here for a year, acting all high and mighty—Xiao Li? Ha, was he the one who called him that?

"Li Youde, what are you waiting for? Our July Bamboo doesn’t allow random people to wander around. Don’t you know that?" Jin Jingfeng shouted again in anger.

"Please show your ID, or stay back," Li Youde said without a hint of courtesy, his eyes gliding past Jin Jingfeng.

"You!" Jin Jingfeng was seething with rage, pointing at Li Youde, but unable to speak. He sneered, and suddenly, something white fell from his face.

Zhang Fan’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the palm mark on Jin Jingfeng’s face, then broke into a jeering laugh, "Yo, look at that, someone slapped you, no wonder your mouth stinks. Tsk tsk, was it a woman who hit you?"

Suddenly, Jin Jingfeng’s complexion changed, and he covered his face, fury etched on it as he stared at Zhang Fan. "What the hell are you, get lost quick or I’m calling someone."

Call someone? Li Youde snickered, his eyes filled with pity as he looked at Jin Jingfeng, emphasizing again, "Please show your ID, or I will be the one calling people!"

"ID?" Zhang Fan’s eyes flickered, realizing the guard was emphasizing it—clearly, this was a place where you needed an ID to enter. Instantly he noticed the blue cord hanging from Jin Jingfeng’s pocket.

At the same time, Zhang Fan activated Perspective, eyeing Jin Jingfeng’s pocket.

Inside was unmistakably Jin Jingfeng’s worker’s badge.

At that moment, a mischievous smile played upon Zhang Fan’s lips.

If the guard was so insistent on the worker’s badge, heh, what if this guy didn’t have his badge? Would that count as forced entry?

Meanwhile, Zhang Fan also recalled the parting advice from Ouyang Feng.

"No matter what, don’t barge into July Bamboo!"

Tsk tsk tsk!

Zhang Fan walked over to Jin Jingfeng, his left hand patting Jin Jingfeng’s shoulder, his right hand swiftly flashing past, grabbing the cord peeking out from the pocket, and the next moment, he hid the worker’s badge inside the warehouse.

"You looking for a fight?"

Having taken care of Jin Jingfeng’s worker’s badge, Zhang Fan smiled more brilliantly than ever.

A fight?

Jin Jingfeng’s gaze suddenly froze. Soon, his lips curled into a cold smirk.

"You asked for it!" With that, Jin Jingfeng raised his hand and swung it towards Zhang Fan’s face.

"Heh!"

Zhang Fan scoffed, his left hand tightening on Jin Jingfeng’s shoulder.

Immediately, Jin Jingfeng’s body trembled and he let out a scream.

Zhang Fan raised his right hand, grabbing Jin Jingfeng’s neck, and gave a gentle toss; instantly, Jin Jingfeng flew into July Bamboo.

"A person without a worker’s badge entering July Bamboo, how should that be handled?" Zhang Fan said with a wicked smile towards Li Youde. Then, he took Jin Jingfeng’s worker’s badge in hand and gave it a shake in front of Li Youde.

Seeing the worker’s badge in Zhang Fan’s hand, Li Youde’s face suddenly turned icy.

"No worker’s badge, that’s forceful entry," Li Youde walked over to Jin Jingfeng, not waiting for him to get up before fiercely kicking him in the chest.

Jin Jingfeng felt like a huge rock had smashed into his chest. Immediately, he screamed for help, "Help! Somebody help! Li Youde is hitting people!"

The cry for help echoed to the skies, and instantly, more than twenty guards in camouflage rushed over toward the gate.

"Li Youde, what’s the situation?" a middle-aged man asked.

"Captain, this guy forced his way in!" Li Youde stood on Jin Jingfeng’s chest, laughing coldly.

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