Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 287

Chapter 287: Chapter 287

Yang Fan watched as seven or eight thugs charged at him, silently pulled the belt out of the pants of the unconscious punk at his feet, and slowly wound it around his hand.

He couldn’t help but lament how small the world seemed at that moment, and how damned narrow the path of enemies was.

People he had fought at noon, he had now encountered again in the evening.

The leader of the group was none other than the ex-husband with the flat-top haircut.

Yang Fan shielded Little Mother and the others behind him, his hands behind his back, hiding the belt wound around his hand, as he faced the group.

He was ready—if the ex-husband insisted on finding trouble, he would continue with the strategy of capturing the leader first.

The guy had his leg broken by Yang Fan at noon, and now was propped up on crutches, his head wrapped in a large bandage.

In such a wretched state, he still had the mood to come to such a place with a gang of punks for fun.

How should I put it, just... his determination is commendable, I guess.

Yang Fan thought that if he were in such a miserable state, he would have honestly stayed lying down at home.

That moment, the ex-husband also recognized Yang Fan, and instantly, the corners of his mouth curled up with a chilling sneer.

"Oh, how wonderful, it’s you again!"

Yang Fan smiled and nodded, "Frankly, my luck hasn’t been so great recently, constantly getting bitten by dogs, but being bitten twice by the same mutt makes me feel like it’s not just bad luck, it’s like stepping in a pile of rotten dog shit."

"Who the fuck are you calling a mutt? Little bastard, all my brothers are here today, and if I don’t make you kneel down and call me grandpa, I’ll take your last name!" the ex-husband shouted ferociously.

With those harsh words, Yang Fan knew this guy had no intention of resolving things peacefully.

So, he just got started.

He took a quick step forward, shaking the belt in his hand with a flick.

It struck the ex-husband’s face with precision and ferocity.

Smack!

A crisp sound rang out, leaving a clear diagonal cut on the ex-husband’s face.

Though the skin wasn’t flayed, it looked like quite a few capillaries had burst, beading with tiny drops of blood.

The ex-husband was stunned.

His cheek twitched rapidly, and it took a good few seconds of dullness before he suddenly let out a piercing scream, clutching his face as if he didn’t know what to do with the pain.

Yang Fan didn’t have much experience fighting, but he was good at seizing opportunities.

After landing a hit, he didn’t give the ex-husband a chance to recover, charging and ramming into the ex-husband’s embrace.

The move was somewhat like the martial arts technique Iron Body Lean, but it had nothing to do with the proper technique.

Yang Fan relied entirely on his brute strength, like a wild bull knocking the limping ex-husband to the ground, then swinging the belt down mindlessly.

As he started fighting, a youngster who was a little closer rushed up, trying to attack Yang Fan.

Yang Fan grabbed the ex-husband’s crutch and swung it between the punk’s legs, while simultaneously lashing out with the belt.

The punk was running full tilt, and even though he saw it, he had no chance to react. He watched as the crutch tripped him, and he stumbled forward, plunging to the ground.

Smack!

The snap of the belt followed, exploding on his face.

"Ahh..."

The punk howled in pain, falling heavily to the ground, face-planting like a dog eating shit.

Faintly, it seemed a tooth had popped out.

Yang Fan charged up and threw a violent punch at the back of the punk’s head as if he wanted to make sure the job was done. Then, he turned to face the other punks.

Everyone in the corridor went silent.

The remaining few punks, now terrified by Yang Fan’s ferocity, didn’t dare to step forward.

They had many tricks when it came to bullying the innocent, but against a true thug, they turned cowardly.

At this moment, in their eyes, Yang Fan was the kind of thug who had a propensity for murder.

"Scram!"

Yang Fan glared fiercely at the group of punks, who were around eighteen or nineteen years old on average, and yelled angrily.

The guys hesitated.

Seeing this, Yang Fan snapped open his belt with a flick and strode towards them.

Seeing his approach, the punks scattered like birds and beasts, each one fearful they’d be the last to escape.

This reminded Yang Fan of a high school gang fight he had been roped into as a flunky. His classmates, who had bragged so much, seemed to think they were unbeatable. But when it came time to throw down, most were just posturing spectators.

To him now, those classmates were just little punks as well.

"It hasn’t been that many years. Why does it feel so unfamiliar!" Yang Fan muttered to himself as he ran a hand over his cheek.

He walked over to Ex-husband, grabbing him by the hair.

"Argh... stop, stop... it hurts." Ex-husband immediately cried out as he grimaced in pain.

Yang Fan had grabbed precisely at his wound.

Yang Fan ignored his cries of agony and jeered, "Ex-husband, all your brothers have run off. What are you going to do now? Weren’t you the one who said I should... oh, ’call you Grandpa’?"

"Grandpa, I was wrong, really wrong. Please, let go... ah..." Ex-husband’s cheeks flushed with pain, and sweat was seeping down his face.

He changed his tune pretty quickly.

Without hesitation, he acknowledged Yang Fan as his grandpa.

"I don’t have a grandson as terrible as you. Your brothers just tried to drag my sister-in-law into a private room to drink, and they even resorted to force. What should we do about this?" Yang Fan asked coldly.

He considered turning these scoundrels in to the police but worried that he might have been too harsh, potentially costing him a pretty penny, leaving him slightly torn.

"I apologize, I apologize! Whatever you say goes," begged Ex-husband, his baseline of resistance totally slack from the intense pain.

Yang Fan dropped the idea of taking them to the police station.

Sending them there would likely only result in the case being treated as a common conflict.

If they couldn’t be detained for a few days and end up with a criminal record, this whole episode would mean nothing.

"Ex-husband, this is the second time in one day. How much value do you think your apology has?" Yang Fan increased his grip, "I advise you to tuck away that reluctance in your heart honestly. If there is a next time, I will take it out on your whole family!"

After dropping this harsh threat, Yang Fan viciously kicked Ex-husband’s broken leg, then turned and walked toward the private room.

At the door of the private room, Little Mother and the others looked visibly shocked, as if they were seeing Yang Fan for the first time.

"What are you all staring at me for? Seen a ghost?" Yang Fan chuckled low and asked.

"It’s just surprising, you little punk, how ruthless you can be," Little Mother quipped as she watched Ex-husband and his group struggle to their feet and hobbled away as fast as they could, escaping the area.

"And you, when you fight, you’re so fierce. How did you let that bastard Shen Lin bully you like that without lifting a finger?"

Yang Fan grimaced speechlessly, "That bastard is indeed a true bastard, but he’s not like these punks. If I beat them up, I wouldn’t even have to pay their medical bills, but if I left Shen Lin looking like this, I’d definitely end up inside for a few days, and they’d use the case against me to the fullest."

Those with connections are a lot more troublesome than the real punks.