God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 227 -s 230-231: Are You Even Human?

Chapter 227: Chapters 230-231: Are You Even Human?

Yao Bo stepped onto the stage, facing off against a fierce-looking big man.

This fierce-looking big man had taken off his shirt, revealing his stark upper body, with muscles on his arms bulging like rocky protrusions, and even his abdominal muscles were huge, especially his chest, which was nearly comparable to a woman’s.

Moreover, standing in front of Yao Bo, who was already a tall and burly type, the big man was a full half-head taller than Yao Bo.

With the Lin Family behind him, Fang Yi scanned the crowd and did not see Lin Mengyan, but he did spot the two brothers, Lin Yuanhao and Lin Yuanchen.

As Fang Yi looked over, his gaze met theirs, and both brothers looked back at Fang Yi with a gaze full of warning and a cold sneer.

"This Fang Yi, this time I’m going to make him lose everything!" Lin Yuanchen gritted his teeth. He was still bitter about the time at his grandfather’s banquet when Fang Yi broke his arm severely, which took over a month to heal, preventing him from going out and having fun, causing him a whole month of frustration, and the resentment had been festering in his chest for just as long.

Lin Yuanhao smiled and said, "Yuanchen, don’t mind it, apart from the man on the stage, this time I’ve spent a fortune to bring in two experts from Siluo Country and White Eagle Country to make sure Fang Yi realizes that there are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people."

Lin Yuanchen nodded, clenching his fist tightly, the resentment in his heart wouldn’t be soothed by a few comforting words from Lin Yuanhao.

"Brother, is that guy on the stage any good?" asked Lin Yuanchen.

"Don’t worry, I had him injected with the latest H6 drug produced internationally, which can stimulate ten times a person’s potential. Even if he’s not good enough, he’ll still give Fang Yi’s fool a run for his money," Lin Yuanhao said confidently.

A fool? He was referring to Yao Bo on the stage.

But... was Yao Bo really a fool?

Yao Bo just seemed a bit simple, but he was no actual fool. If anyone thought Yao Bo was easy to bully, then Yao Bo would make sure that person learned the hard way that underestimating him wouldn’t end well.

Yao Bo looked at the fierce big man opposite him and flipped the bird, feeling that this gesture was powerfully domineering, so he had gotten into the habit of using it. Before he could speak, the fierce big man let out a deep roar and charged.

Yao Bo’s face was full of excitement as he muttered to himself, "Come on, I’ve been itching for a fight..."

Not just the fierce big man, but Yao Bo also let out a deep roar, charging like a wild beast.

In an instant, the two collided.

Fists, feet, limbs, they all moved wildly, ferociously slamming into each other, not even sparing their heads.

To put it simply, the fight was like a collision between two barbarians, seeing who could withstand the clash.

Although everyone was braced for it, seeing the two engage in such a brutally ferocious collision still shocked them. Some women, who were accompanying their big shot companions, frowned and chastised in low voices, "They really are two barbaric guys."

Sitting below, Fang Yi, noticing the moves of Yao Bo’s fierce opponent, suddenly raised his eyebrows and sent out a text message.

Soon, a reply came back, and he frowned.

Song Haoyue, sitting beside him with a glass of wine on the table and fingers interlocked on his lap, said indifferently, "Seems you’ve come across some trouble."

Fang Yi, eyes still on the stage without turning back, replied, "What, Song Young Master, thinking of lending a hand?"

A smile played at the corner of Song Haoyue’s lips as he said, "If Mr. Fang merely gives the word, I, Song Haoyue, will certainly oblige. However, if anything goes awry, Mr. Fang must not blame me."

"Song Young Master, the more you talk like this, the more I really want to leave a few shoe prints on your face," Fang Yi said as he lit a cigarette.

Song Haoyue smiled proudly, "But I must say, you really don’t have that chance."

Fang Yi chuckled and waved Yao Dong over.

"Yao Dong, once Yao Bo is done with this round, you go up."

""

"But this darn fool just gets stubborn, and I can’t calm him down."

"Just say it’s me telling you."

"Um... okay."

On stage, the battle between Yao Bo and the mighty hulk had intensified, resembling the ferocity of wild beasts on the African savannah.

At this point, the mighty hulk’s eyes were bloodshot, as if he had lost all reason, truly gone mad.

"Damn, what a rush! I just have to knock you down!" exclaimed Yao Bo, his stubbornness flaring up, truly beyond anyone’s persuasion.

Yao Bo recklessly charged forward, grappling with the mighty hulk, wrapping his arms around the man’s waist with a powerful combat move, spun him around, head down, then slammed him to the ground like planting rice seedlings.

With a loud thud, the mighty hulk’s head split open, bleeding profusely, and he ended up with a concussion, dragged out by others. Seeing the fight was over, Yao Dong hurriedly went up to swap out Yao Bo.

Reluctantly stepping down from the stage, Yao Bo came over, grumbling, "Brother Yi, I can do it."

Fang Yi smiled and said, "It’s not about whether you can or cannot, it’s that the guy just now got injected."

"The guy is sick?"

"..."

Song Wuliang came over, slinging an arm around Yao Bo, and said, "The guy isn’t sick, he got injected, which is like taking something akin to a performance-enhancing drug. It can bump up his fighting power several times over."

Yao Bo’s eyes widened: "That’s not fair!"

Song Wuliang rolled his eyes: "This isn’t the Olympics. Fairness doesn’t mean a damn thing here. Come on, let’s drink."

With that, he dragged Yao Bo off to drink.

Ever so suave, Song Haoyue spoke up again, "Why aren’t you angry?"

Fang Yi replied indifferently, "If I get angry, no one could withstand my fury."

Song Haoyue said, "That makes sense, after all, you don’t even consider Fang Tianqi worth your attention."

This time, Fang Yi turned his head to look at Song Haoyue and said, "That’s why I suggest you best not provoke me. Stepping all over your face a few times really wouldn’t be a problem for me if I got angry."

Song Haoyue chuckled and responded, "As I’ve said before, if you can do that, I won’t utter another word."

Fang Yi picked up a bottle of liquor, poured himself a shot of white spirits, and downed it in one go, setting the glass down hard on the table.

The sound of the glass didn’t stand out in the noisy hall, yet Yan Yingnan and Liang Yong both stood up simultaneously, glaring furiously at Fang Yi. Yan Yingnan, in particular, was like a mother leopard ready to pounce at Song Haoyue’s command.

Fang Yi remained unfazed by their wariness, continuing to gaze at Song Haoyue, he said, "I just want to ask you one question."

Song Haoyue’s lips curved into a smile: "Please, ask."

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yi lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled, and asked:

"Song Haoyue, by kidnapping those girls from their homes, do you still consider yourself human?"

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