Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 834: 830 Scared to Pee

Chapter 834: Chapter 830 Scared to Pee

Ye Fan suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of neat, white teeth.

Facing Meng Gang’s ultimate move, he did not retreat but chose to confront head-on.

Confronting Li Zhaojun’s profound detachment, Ye Fan felt a lot of pent-up frustration and bitterness, to the point where he tried to drown his sorrows with alcohol; yet tonight, after drinking a stomach full, he found it couldn’t alleviate his woes, neither temporarily nor fundamentally.

He urgently needed an outlet to vent.

And just at this moment, Xie Liping came with reinforcements to kill.

It really felt like someone sent a pillow to a sleepyhead.

Ye Fan’s center of gravity sank, the harsh sound of shoe soles against the ground echoed, and the cement road beneath his feet cracked open into fissures.

In an instant, the terrifying energy from his feet surged through his legs, waist, and finally to his shoulders.

Ye Fan, like a giant bow horizontally drawn tight, suddenly slammed his shoulders upwards, unstoppable as a flood.

A piercing sound appeared at once.

The same was true for Baji Break, Mountain Clinging.

Meng Gang could break down a tree that three people can’t wrap arms around and topple steel-reinforced concrete walls.

But Ye Fan’s Mountain Clinging strike carried an indistinct thunderous force.

In ancient martial arts, Mountain Clinging is vividly described: power like a drawn bow, strike like a burst of thunder.

Merely eight words distill the essence of Mountain Clinging and the terrifying power it harbors.

Ye Fan’s Mountain Clinging strike perfectly embodied these eight words.

A “bang” resonated, short yet powerful, bursting with explosiveness, like a taut bowstring suddenly released, or a muffled thunderclap.

In the next moment, the towering Meng Gang, akin to a small mountain, seemed as though struck by a high-speed train, flying backward.

Not staggering back, but flying, soaring over more than ten meters, tracing an arc in the air, and then crashing onto a Mercedes roof with a bang.

The immense force dented the roof, shattered windows on either side, and deformed the car door.

In the car’s surround sound system, Fate Symphony had played to its finale, the high-fidelity recorded music sounding with applause like waves at the concert scene.

However, at this moment, this music, this applause, coupled with the ancient martial cultivator Meng Gang whose fate was uncertain, and Xie Liping, who declared he’d kill Ye Fan but now trembled like a sieve, was akin to a film full of irony.

Ye Fan adjusted his breath, calmed the turbulent Qi-Blood within, and walked over slowly.

Like seeing the Grim Reaper, Xie Liping retreated two steps, leaned on the car door, his hands heavy as if bearing a thousand pounds, trembling severely, yet still pointed the Desert Eagle’s barrel at Ye Fan.

“I, I, I…” His Adam’s apple moved up and down, unable to utter a complete sentence, nor even a complete word.

“I really want to know, why must you painstakingly try to kill me!” Ye Fan stood in front of Xie Liping and asked confusedly.

“I, I…” Xie Liping’s tongue trembled in fear, unable to speak, only gurgling in his throat.

“Forget it, forget it, no need to listen to your nonsense.” Ye Fan said impatiently, a flash of cold light in his eyes, killing intent fully displayed, “Go to hell.”

He swung a punch out.

Yet this punch landed on the car door.

Turns out before he punched, Xie Liping had already completely collapsed, slumping down.

Ye Fan withdrew his fist, looked at the fist imprint on the Mercedes car door, then at Xie Liping sprawled with tears and snot streaming, the killing intent in his heart dissipated more than halfway. After a moment, he couldn’t help but exhale a breath of foul air, “You really are lucky, kid.”

Suddenly, he smelled a pungent urine stench. Ye Fan glanced at the area between Xie Liping’s still shaking legs, turned his head in disgust, “Real damn gross.”

He turned back beside the modified Volkswagen, opened the car door, carried Shen Yan out horizontally, placed her on the roadside curb, checked briefly, finding apart from a scraped knee, she had no other injuries.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Ye Fan pinched Shen Yan’s philtrum, after a moment, Shen Yan slowly opened her eyes.

As if suddenly recalling something, she gasped sharply, a look of terror appeared on her face, shouting, “Quick, Ye Fan, run!”

Ye Fan pulled her over, embraced her, gently patting her back, said softly, “It’s alright now, it’s all resolved.”

Only after a good while, Shen Yan gradually calmed down, the terror on her face slowly faded, realizing the two were embracing, her pretty face turned red, she hurriedly broke free from Ye Fan’s embrace.

“Uh, well, I…” Ye Fan, who was just executing a deadly battle, now uncharacteristically grew a bit awkward.

Seeing this, Shen Yan couldn’t help but find it amusing and after a moment, remembered the thugs, turning to look at the surrounding mess, her eyes suddenly wide open.

“These, these…” Shen Yan instinctively covered her mouth.

The scene before her couldn’t help but shock her.

The smoking Volkswagen, the overturned Honda, bald men with broken limbs lying in a pool of blood, the deformed Mercedes roof man’s, the well-dressed man holding a gun but already collapsed, and the bullet casings and shattered glass on the ground…

Like a gunfight movie set.

After a long time, Shen Yan turned her head with difficulty, incredulously asked Ye Fan, “Did you do all this?”

Ye Fan was noncommittal, only smiled, seeing her stupefied look, couldn’t help but reach out to rub her head.

Shen Yan glanced around, suddenly asked, “Ye Fan, should we call the police?”

“I’ve already notified the police station.” Ye Fan said.

Notified; the way this was phrased felt a bit odd. Shen Yan felt puzzled but did not dwell on it.

Another ten minutes passed, distant police lights flashed, faintly three police cars sped over.

Yet when about three to four hundred meters away, the three police cars suddenly pulled over and stopped.

In the leading squad car, the officer in the passenger seat asked, “Captain Wang, why did we stop?”

Called Captain Wang, was the criminal investigation team leader of the local police station, he put down his phone, said bewilderedly, “It’s the director’s call, told us to cordon off the scene but not to go over.”

“Director?” The officer frowned, thought for a moment, said, “Damn it, another crash caused by some rich or official second generation, huh? Cordon the area then clear evidence against them, holy crap!”

While speaking, suddenly a large fleet of police vehicles came rushing over.

Captain Wang glanced at the rearview mirror, surprisingly over ten police cars, even armed SWAT.

Captain Wang chuckled bitterly, “Rich second generation street racing, could it cause SWAT to be alarmed?”

The officer seated in the passenger was left speechless.

Dozens of SWAT officers got out of the vehicles, quickly spread out, forming an encirclement and surrounded the accident site ahead.