Super War God in the City

A faint voice, yet it seemed like a cold wind blowing from the Arctic ice field, inadvertently made Sang Yang’s body shiver, and everyone in the hall couldn’t help but shiver.

Xu Sicong, who had been laughing wildly, suddenly stopped with his mouth wide open, his voice stuck in his throat, his face pale as paper, as if he had seen a ghost.

The crowd, originally with diverse thoughts, all changed their expressions. Catch bullets with bare hands? They had never seen such a thing! A real-life Fire Cloud Evil God?

There were some in the crowd who had planned to mock him, but the words died on their lips and almost brought them to their knees in fright.

Shen Zi was also stunned, her gaze fixed on Ling Fan’s indifferent silhouette, and her heart involuntarily tightened, the act of catching bullets with bare hands truly shocked her.

Peng Ming had expected this much; his boss’s skills were far beyond this. He looked disdainfully at the shocked crowd and sneered internally, "Damn, just a moment ago they all had that disgusting look, and now they’re laughing for me!" @@novelbin@@

"In this world, those who dare shoot at me and still live are few. Which type do you think you are?" Ling Fan played with the bullet in his hand, speaking indifferently to Sang Yang.

Xia Ying and Liu Yuqiong were so astonished their eyes almost popped out. They knew Ling Fan was formidable, extremely formidable.

But this seemed a bit too formidable. Was he still human?

Feng Shuya felt the masculine aroma wafting through her nostrils, her head spinning with dizziness. Especially when she saw the bullet in Ling Fan’s hand, her shock was mixed with more admiration and worship; he was like a godly man.

At that moment, looking at Sang Yang again, the hand holding the pistol began to tremble slightly, much like the stormy seas inside him at this moment.

Holding the pistol, he did not dare to pull the trigger a second time. He had heard from his father that there were mysterious experts in Huaxia who cultivated martial arts and were unafraid of firearms.

He had not believed it before, but he believed it now. There really were people whose cultivation of martial arts reached such a heaven-defying level. It was simply aberrant.

Ling Fan let go of Feng Shuya’s hand with a smile, comforting her, "Step aside, don’t worry about me; there are not many in this world who can threaten me!"

Then, he walked toward Sang Yang step by step.

"What do you want to do? My dad is Sang Zhigang, you dare touch me?" Sang Yang couldn’t help but take a step back, his arm trembling even more.

Hearing this, Ling Fan scoffed and pointed at the onlookers to Sang Yang, "You might want to ask them. Tan Tianlei was also very cocky when he threatened me just now, but now he’s lying there silent. Do you want to try it out?"

Sang Yang felt an immense, invisible pressure so overwhelming that he couldn’t catch his breath. Ling Fan’s nonchalant demeanor pressed heavily on him, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

"You’re not holding that gun very steadily, not very professional. Do you want to keep shooting? Maybe a few more shots might hurt me," Ling Fan said with a smile tugging at his lips.

The onlookers felt their heads grow numb. A man holding a gun was trembling in fear before someone bare-handed, and moreover, this gun-holder was the well-connected Young Master Sang.

Sang Yang’s eyes were bloodshot, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He wasn’t afraid of killing people, but he was afraid because he couldn’t kill this guy in front of him.

"Keep shooting, damn it!" Ling Fan suddenly reined in his smile, stepped forward, and shouted explosively.

"Ah! Go to hell....." Sang Yang’s strained nerves could no longer bear the pressure and he violently pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang....."

The hall echoed with a succession of gunshots, everyone looked intently toward the two men, daring not to breathe.

Sang Yang emptied the bullets in his pistol in one breath, then finally set down the pistol and gasped for air.

Ling Fan spread out his Protective Gang Qi, shielding against all the bullets, and coldly laughed, "You really did shoot!"

With that, he waved his hand, collecting all the bullets in front of him into his palm, then he moved swiftly up close to Sang Yang.

"You....." Sang Yang was startled, about to shout harshly, when Ling Fan suddenly covered his mouth.

"Don’t think I dare not kill you. Eat this bullet first, have your dad come fetch you; I want to see what he can do to me!" Ling Fan said coldly.

"Uh..."

Sang Yang retched, his stomach churning as Ling Fan had forced all the bullets he had been hit with back into his mouth.

"Slap!"

Ling Fan, not mincing his words, slapped Sang Yang, sending him flying like a rag doll.

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Ling Fan looked at his hand, it seemed like ever since he regained his memory, he especially enjoyed slapping people!

The onlookers all swallowed hard, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Ling Fan.

After doing all this, Ling Fan turned around, his gaze faintly directed towards a direction, right at Xu Sicong.

"You seemed especially excited just now, so eager for revenge, huh? Today I’ll give you a chance!" Ling Fan said with a smirk.

Xu Sicong’s scalp tingled, and he wished he could slap himself hard. What had he been thinking, jumping out like that? Damn it, this bastard was simply inhuman.

"I..." Xu Sicong stammered, his face turning pale.

"You dumbass, I thought you were a discerning guy but turns out you’re actually my boss’s enemy. Damn it, I’ll kill you today!" Peng Ming cursed as he approached Xu Sicong.

"Thud!"

Xu Sicong couldn’t care about his face anymore and immediately knelt down. Young Master Tan had been beaten to a state of disability, and Young Master Sang had been fed bullets and slapped away. Damn it, compared to them, he was really nothing.

"Brother Fan, I was wrong, I’m such an idiot, please spare me!" Xu Sicong pleaded with a terrified face, full of regret.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Peng Ming kicked furiously, "You dog, I’ll kick you to death!"

While kicking, he asked Ling Fan, "Boss, how should I deal with this idiot!"

"Last time I only broke one of his arms, and he still holds a grudge. This time, break both arms for me!" Ling Fan instructed indifferently, then turned away.

"Alright boss, leave it to me!" Peng Ming grinned in response.

"Brother... Brother Fan, I was wrong, I..." Xu Sicong’s back turned cold, and he almost cried. He hadn’t been involved before, but now, how was he an idiot, he was just a true pencil—2B.

"Crack~ Crack~"

"Ah~"

Peng Ming was not one to go easy; since Ling Fan had instructed him, he thoroughly and efficiently broke Xu Sicong’s arms.

Ling Fan huffed, "Three strikes and you’re out. If I run into you again, I’ll take your life!"

The onlookers, feeling a chill, also looked at Xu Sicong with pity, unable to comprehend why, having already suffered once, he didn’t learn to avoid provoking this fierce figure!

Feeling indifferent to dealing with such small fries, Ling Fan turned his head towards Sang Yang who was lying on the ground in pain, and spoke indifferently, "Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance, hurry up and find someone to protect you, or you might as well reincarnate!"

Ling Fan was furious, one by one, these guys with a bit of power, either showing off or bullying others, as if no one could handle you. Others might put up with your nonsense, but do you think I, Ling Beiming, will also put up with your nonsense?

On hearing that, Sang Yang’s face turned pale as paper, and with resentful eyes, he pulled out his cellphone.

Just then, a furious roar came from the entrance, "Damn it, who dares to hurt my son, come take responsibility with your life!"

With a roar like thunder, everyone hastily turned their eyes towards the entrance of the hall.