The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 613 Let me be clearer (First update)

"Hiss!"

A crowd rushed to the stairwell, shocked by the sight of people slammed by a security door, all inhaling sharply.

Shit, Song Wenjie and the Consulate’s people got smashed by the door?

Damn, Zhang Fan is really defying the heavens here.

Come on, these are big shots from the Consulate!

You just start fighting without any discussion?

And, you even used a security door!

Wait, a security door?

Everyone’s pupils shrunk to pinpoints, a security door?

Fuck, how did Zhang Fan do that?

Seeing the deeply dented security door and that footprint, waves of shock surged through countless hearts!

Could it be, was it Zhang Fan who kicked it?

Suddenly, they vividly recalled that explosion-like sound from earlier.

Fuck, he actually kicked the security door off its hinges, from inside the room?

Damn, you should know, these security doors are embedded!

They could understand if someone kicked the door out from the outside!

But to kick the door out from inside, shit, not even ramming it with a car would necessarily work, right?

Especially seeing Zhang Fan’s current state, the crowd swallowed nervously.

Fuck, is Zhang Fan really planning to go head-to-head with the Consulate people?

Fuck fuck fuck!

This guy, isn’t he afraid of getting killed doing this?

"Zhang Fan, you are out of control!"

Song Wenjie got up from the ground, feeling dizzy at the moment!

If it weren’t for a few bodyguards standing behind him as physical shields, he would have definitely been knocked out cold.

Even so, his nose was dripping with blood!

That was from the bodyguard in front of him bumping into him!

One could imagine the might of Zhang Fan’s kick!

Hearing Zhang Fan’s words, rage surged in his chest!

Out of control, out of control, Zhang Fan, this bastard, actually dared to attack them.

Immediately, Song Wenjie’s face became fierce, and he walked up to Zhang Fan, pointing at Zhang Fan’s nose, and said viciously, "Zhang Fan, you’re asking for it!"

Hearing Song Wenjie’s words, the crowd around burst into cold laughter.

"Zhang Fan is done for, completely!"

"Haha, Zhang Fan, that bastard, is finally getting expelled."

However, just then, Zhang Fan’s eyes narrowed, and he sneered, "Heh! Was it you who kicked the door just now?"

Hearing Zhang Fan’s voice, Song Wenjie became even angrier, and suddenly, he roared, "What if it was me, I don’t believe you’d dare hit me."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Fan lifted his leg and kicked out.

"Bang!"

The next second, Song Wenjie flew backward, crashing into a standing bodyguard.

"Hiss!"

The sound of gasping rose again.

The eyes of a group of college students were filled with shock!

Fuck, did Zhang Fan really strike?

Dude, Song Wenjie is a deputy director! By attacking him, aren’t you just asking for death?

Plus, the big shots from the Consulate are all watching here!

This time he’s definitely done for!

But the next moment, Zhang Fan rushed forward, nearly catching Song Wenjie before he hit the ground, grabbing his neck: "Kicking doors is justified now, huh? You still dare to babble? Want to kill me? Come on!"

Saying this, Zhang Fan lifted his knee and slammed it into Song Wenjie’s stomach.

"Ah!"

A scream erupted from the depths of Song Wenjie’s throat!

However, Zhang Fan showed no sign of stopping!

"Since you don’t want to be reasonable, good, I don’t want to be reasonable either! This door cost me 20,000 RMB, so tell me, do you want to pay by Alipay or cash?" Zhang Fan pressed Song Wenjie to the ground, his face sporting an evil smile, making Yuan Xiang’s eyes widen.

Damn, is this guy really a Tsinghua student?

Fuck, where the hell did these bandits spring from!

Twenty thousand?

Bullshitting ghosts, certainly!

At that moment, a group of students also started screaming.

"Damn, Zhang Fan has no shame. That door was clearly installed by the school. When did it become his?"

"The tag is still on the door!"

"This is just downright bandit behavior!"

Song Wenjie’s eyes also fixed in place.

Pay money?

Fuck, the door was clearly busted by yourself, right?

And you still dare ask me for money?

At that moment, Song Wenjie’s face twisted. "Zhang Fan, you bastard, I’m going to expel you!"

Zhang Fan laughed menacingly, like a devil: "Tsk tsk tsk, expelling me is for later. Now, let’s talk about you cursing me. One slap for each word, no negotiations!"

"You dare!" Song Wenjie bellowed with widened eyes.

However, the next moment, Zhang Fan’s palm came down.

"Smack, smack, smack, smack..."

The rhythmic sound of slaps silenced the crowd around them again.

Damn, did Zhang Fan really hit him?

"Twelve slaps in total, punctuation not included. Consider it a discount," Zhang Fan said with a smile, then suddenly stood up.

"And you guys, twenty thousand per person, not a penny less, or you won’t be leaving this building today!"

Zhang Fan’s eyes began to prowl, sharp as knives, piercing into Yuan Xiang and his group.

Hearing Zhang Fan’s voice, the people at the stairway were completely numb!

Fuck, has Zhang Fan gone mad? These guys are big shots from the Consulate, and he still dares to demand money from them?

Shit, shit, shit!

Gone crazy for money?

Didn’t the school give him sixty million?

Why is he still acting like a pauper?

No way, with all that money, who the hell cares about twenty thousand?

And to ask it from these big shots at the Consulate, he must be mad with poverty!

Thinking this, a group of college dogs were certain of one thing!

Zhang Fan has got to be broke.

The sixty million from the school must be just for show!

No way!

Look at Liang Haifei from this new class. Isn’t it just five hundred thousand a year?

But, everyone was too shocked to think further as their eyes landed on Weiker and the foreigners.

Getting beaten up and still being asked for money, who wouldn’t explode at this!

They were curious to see just how Zhang Fan would die this time!

At the same time, Weiker also looked at Zhang Fan disbelievingly!

The two behind him stared wide-eyed!

"Kid, what did you say?" one of them exclaimed.

"Let me make it clear then, each of you twenty thousand pounds! Not RMB, got it?" said Zhang Fan with a cold smirk.

He didn’t care about these damn foreigners. If they messed with him, they had to pay the price.

"Pounds? Twenty thousand?"

Screams erupted suddenly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, twenty thousand pounds, that’s over a hundred and seventy thousand in RMB, just for one person. Holy shit, with them including their bodyguards, that’s ten people! That’s like a fucking one point seven million?"

"Gone mad, absolutely mad, fucking insane!"

The group of students nearly collapsed. frёeωebɳovel.com

Shit, pounds, really, aren’t they afraid of getting killed by these bodyguards?

"What did you say!"

Weiker’s eyes almost popped out!

Shit, there’s actually someone ignorant enough to extort him?