Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 126: Strike Hard

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: Strike Hard

In the silent night, Yang Fan closely watched a live performance.

Tian Gaofei might as well have had the words "arrogant and overbearing" written on his face, but in this matter, he was anything but arrogant, causing Yang Fan to thoroughly despise him for being short and not at all vigorous.

When he was letting that girl suck it, Yang Fan almost thought he was holding a little toy in his hand, looking utterly undeveloped.

"Little Tian, are you cheating me?" Tian Gaofei’s corpulent body moved atop the girl on the car a few times before suddenly stopping.

"How am I cheating you?" the blonde girl asked, puzzled.

"Damn it, I feel absolutely nothing when I shove it in! And you say you haven’t done this much? How loose have people made you?" Tian Gaofei said angrily, "Being dark is one thing, but loose? Forget about getting the ten thousand from me. Unless you find me a couple of your classmates to make me comfortable, I’ll pay you just the same."

The girl instantly looked at him speechlessly, "Brother, have you considered one thing? Could it be that you’re too... small? With that, I think most women would feel loose around you."

Yang Fan nearly burst out laughing listening to their conversation, which cooled down much of the anger he had been brewing.

What kind of live action drama was this? It was purely a comedy.

Perhaps the girl’s words hit a nerve for Tian Gaofei; he suddenly flew into a rage, grabbed the girl by her flowing blonde hair, and viciously slapped her across the face while shouting ferociously, "What did you just say? I’m small? Are you saying I’m very small, huh?"

The slap completely dazed the girl. She pursed her lips, which were streaked with blood, and large tears rolled down her face like rain.

But, watching the pitiful scene, Tian Gaofei wasn’t moved in the slightest; instead, he raised his hand and slapped her again, then he vigorously shook his hefty body.

"Cry out for me, say it’s too big, you can’t handle it, scream it!" Tian Gaofei roared menacingly.

The way he was frightened the girl.

With her cheeks covered, she sobbed in pain and cried out as if her throat was clutched.

"Make it more heartfelt, what are you playing dead for?" Tian Gaofei raised his hand and slapped her again.

This kind of arbitrary humiliation seemed to excite him greatly, his mouth twisted upwards exaggeratedly, and his eyes seemed to almost emit a green light.

It was then that Yang Fan made his move.

He had indeed been somewhat interested in watching the drama unfold.

But, as he watched, the situation turned into a bullying drama, and he could no longer stand it.

He moved stealthily behind Tian Gaofei, raised the steel pliers in his hand, and harshly clonked him on the back of his head, which was fleshy enough to form several rolls; Tian Gaofei didn’t even have time to react before he thudded to the ground.

Yang Fan didn’t even look back, carrying the steel pliers to the other side of the van.

There were two more bastards here.

Although he didn’t know these two men, since they were with Tian Gaofei to the extent that they could share women, they definitely were birds of a feather; since he had stumbled upon them, Yang Fan couldn’t just pretend he hadn’t seen them.

When he arrived, the two were pinning the girl down, messing with her.

One was directly straddling the girl’s neck, making her perform oral.

The other was behind, holding the girl’s legs, making loud smacking sounds.

"You guys are real scum!" Yang Fan snorted coldly, raised his hand, and delivered a nasty blow with the steel pliers to the head of the man in front.

The steel pliers, a hefty chunk of metal, weighed heavy.

With one swing, the young man’s face was distinctly twisted into a wavy curve, followed by several teeth flying out of his mouth, clinking against the nearby car.

"What... what are you doing?" Yang Fan’s action startled the man behind still busy tilling.

He suddenly let go of the girl’s legs and rushed towards Yang Fan in a carefree manner.

His first reaction was not to run, but to counterattack Yang Fan.

Yang Fan glanced at the man’s swinging fist and swung the steel pliers without mercy.

There was no need to hold back when aiming for the arm; even if it was completely broken, it wouldn’t immediately be fatal.

The collision between the fist and the steel, its strength and weakness, was undoubtedly clear.

"Ah..."

The young man, sporting a bold haircut, screamed miserably and his body heavily crashed onto a nearby business van, shaking it violently several times.

His arm was almost useless, visibly bent downwards.

Though it wasn’t completely broken, it was likely fractured severely.

Yang Fan, expressionless, glanced at the woman lying on the ground with a face full of terror, then stepped over her and walked past.

Although the woman was plain-faced, she had a much better figure than the one Tian Gaofei had dealt with, with white skin and large pectoral muscles.

"You, who are you? Stop, stop hitting, we can sit down and talk things through if there’s any issue, there’s no need for violence," the man with the bold haircut raised his intact right hand, shouting with a look of terror.

Yang Fan didn’t speak.

What was there to discuss with these scumbags?

Saying more was just a waste of emotion.

He walked over with a cold expression, grabbed the man’s broken left arm, and as the man screamed miserably, he lifted the steel pliers and smashed them down on the man’s leg, once, twice, three times...

Yang Fan, like an emotionless midnight marauder, had a cold gaze and persistently hammered down with the steel pliers in his hand.

He knew very well that with such people, one had to be ruthless to thoroughly subdue them.

Otherwise, endless troubles would ensue.

The man with the bold haircut shrieked miserably; the intense pain in his arm left him no chance to resist.

Wherever Yang Fan’s hand moved, his body could only follow in the same direction.

A slight resistance would be met with bone-piercing pain that could make him collapse.

Just then, the man whose half of his teeth had been knocked out by Yang Fan’s steel pliers staggered to his feet.

He suddenly pulled out a small knife from his pocket with a ferocious expression and lunged forward.

But he didn’t realize that Yang Fan had actually been keeping an eye on him.

How could one not watch their back during a fight? That’s common sense!

The moment he lunged, Yang Fan swiftly turned around and fiercely swung the steel pliers.

"Ah!"

The man screamed miserably, struck by Yang Fan’s steel pliers and slamming directly into the business van, knocking him out again.

Yang Fan casually threw aside the man he had held in his hand and glanced at the woman who still lay on the ground obediently, her legs tightly closed together.