Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 182: Brawl

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Brawl

After observing the situation inside the private room, Yang Fan was shocked to realize that he seemed even worse off than the woman who was currently being pinned on the table. She was up against three, but he had to face four.

Although he was somewhat confident in his fists, facing four opponents was admittedly a bit much.

As for running away, that seemed even harder.

He didn’t even know where the stairs were in this place, so he couldn’t run far.

Unless he played a game of eagle catching chicks with them.

He’d have to play it by ear, as Yang Fan couldn’t think of any reasonable idea after pondering left and right.

Tian Gaofei dragged Yang Fan to the side of the square-faced man who was in the midst of a love sprint, "Brother Leopard, guess who I caught!"

The man, with his square-shaped face looking abnormally yellow, was the main attacker at the moment.

He was occupying the woman’s buttocks, smacking them while playing around and examining them.

Seeing Yang Fan being dragged over by Tian Gaofei, a look of intoxication as if reaching the peak appeared on his face instantly.

This smile made Yang Fan shiver all over.

Fuck, can you not look at me so disgustingly?

"Brother Yang, we meet again, huh?"

Yang Fan chuckled dryly, "Brother Leopard, you really have great stamina."

If he were to make a move, now would actually be the best opportunity.

But he hesitated slightly.

The prospect of one against four put quite a bit of pressure on him.

"Kneel down!" Brother Leopard said coldly, glancing at Yang Fan suddenly.

"What?!" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

Tian Gaofei shook Yang Fan harshly, "Brother Leopard told you to kneel and speak, are you deaf? Kneel down!"

A cold fierceness flashed in Yang Fan’s eyes, and suddenly he reached down, forcefully twisted Tian Gaofei’s arm that was grabbing his collar to behind his back, and yanked it upwards harshly.

Completing everything in a moment, Yang Fan flung away Tian Gaofei who was squealing like a pig being slaughtered, and grabbed a bottle from the table and furiously smashed it over Brother Leopard’s head.

"You fucking want me to kneel? Kneel! Kneel! Kneel, huh?!"

With about seven or eight beer bottles placed on the table, Yang Fan grabbed with his left hand and smashed with his right, and in mere tens of seconds, targeted all of them on Brother Leopard’s head.

If he was going to make a move, he needed to be fast.

He had to drop at least two men in the shortest time to cope with the remaining two.

So far, the plan seemed to be going smoothly.

Splattering booze and pieces of glass mixed with blood streamed down from Brother Leopard’s head.

After taking seven or eight beer bottles filled with alcohol, he was thoroughly dazed, swaying from side to side, looking like he was about to fall but still persisting.

Yang Fan kicked out and no longer bothered with him as the other two men had already charged at him.

Yang Fan glanced at the repugnantly reverent objects being licked by the woman and, taking a couple of quick steps, grabbed a high stool that Tian Gaofei was using to press down, and swung it fiercely downward at the two rushing men.

Every punch landed on flesh, each blow directed strictly below the belt.

"Ow..."

The thing that was held proudly puff up suddenly took a hit from the stool, and the man who rushed over first bent instantly like a shrimp.

Seeing his companion take such a lethal blow, the other man seemed to feel the pain too.

He hastily covered the spot and cried out, "Brother, stop, stop, we have no quarrel, I didn’t mean to oppose you."

Yang Fan sneered coldly, "Are you trying to fool a ghost?"

Just then, with a grotesque expression, Tian Gaofei raised a beer bottle with his good left hand and stealthily approached from behind Yang Fan.

The woman who had just been attacked by Brother Leopard and his men was now tensely crouching at Yang Fan’s left side, hiding under the table.

She noticed Tian Gaofei’s action and quietly pointed it out to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan got the hint instantly, without looking, swung the high stool straight back over his shoulder.

"Ouch!"

The collision between the bar stool and the beer bottle produced a dull sound, and immediately hit Tian Gaofei on the head.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, leaving a more than an inch-long gash on Tian Gaofei’s face.

His corpulent body, like a knocked over roly-poly toy, rolled its eyes and crashed onto the nearby table.

The man who had previously claimed to have no grievances with Yang Fan immediately pounced on him, clutching a sharp glass shard between his fingers.

Yang Fan, caught off guard, took a heavy blow on his arm.

Cursing in anger, he ignored the wound on his arm and swung the high stool down hard.

At that moment, proving the adage "a longer lever, a greater force," the man holding the glass shard had no power to retaliate against Yang Fan’s stool, doing nothing but dodging and looking for an opportunity.

His slacker demeanor almost nauseated Yang Fan.

He liked seeing women undressed, but this man’s manner was truly unsettling in every way.

The two circled around the large private room, neither able to hit the other.

However, the situation was grim for Tian Gaofei and his companions.

If they so much as moved, Yang Fan would rush over and reward them with two more stools.

Finally, after countless rounds of maneuvering, the man suddenly misstepped on a pool of liquor and crashed to the ground with a thud, screaming horrifically.

He had inadvertently brought himself down.

Yang Fan immediately pounced on him, ready to seize the opportunity to strike him while he was down.

But upon seeing the boy’s condition, he hesitated to make a move.

His face was filled with glass shards, looking like a hedgehog.

However, probably due to quick reflexes, he had supported himself with his hands, so the shards were not embedded deeply.

If they had gone any deeper, those glass shards would have certainly been fatal.

Yang Fan’s heart, previously in his throat, slowly relaxed, and he casually surveyed the surroundings.

The place was a real mess.

The few naked women looked like frightened chickens huddled in a corner on the sofa.

As for Tian Gaofei and his companions, they lay motionless in the same positions as before, lifeless.

The fight was over, but Yang Fan was nearly exhausted.

He slumped into the sofa with the high stool, grabbed a large chunk of watermelon from the fruit platter on the table, and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing vigorously while his wrist trembled slightly as he pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

But the lighter chose this moment to fail, failing to ignite after several attempts.

Looking closely, it had burst.

Obviously, it had been damaged during the fight.

Throwing the useless lighter away, Yang Fan was about to remove the cigarette from his lips when a delicate hand suddenly reached forward.

Click.

The flame lit up.

Yang Fan glanced at the woman with the oval face, her makeup slightly smudged, and bent his head slightly to light the cigarette.

As the smoke entered his throat, his tense nerves finally stabilized a bit.

The woman cautiously withdrew her arm, shrinking timidly to one side.

"You better go now, our boss is coming," the woman suddenly whispered to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan looked at the woman in surprise.

This stranger’s care warmed his heart slightly.

Perhaps she had just suffered too much at the hands of Brother Leopard and his men, which made her show some kindness to Yang Fan, who was opposing Brother Leopard.

"Thank you!"

After expressing his thanks, Yang Fan dropped the stool and was about to get up to leave when the door of the private room swung open just in time.