Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 128: Your Movie Isn’t Bad

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Your Movie Isn’t Bad

"Be careful!"

Everything changed too fast.

No one expected that Fujihara Kosuke, who had been kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, would suddenly turn violent.

Especially since the strike was incredibly quick.

The sharp blade swept toward Luo Jiuying’s throat with such speed

that the people around didn’t even have time to warn him.

"You..."

By the time Luo Jiuying realized what was happening, it was already too late.

The blade had reached his throat.

The biting cold wind carried the threat of death.

At this moment, whether he chose to block or retreat, it was all too late.

"Swoosh..."

The flash of the knife made everyone gasp in shock.

People turned their faces away, thinking Luo Jiuying’s throat had been slit.

But when they looked back, they found no blood at all.

And at that moment, a figure had appeared beside Luo Jiuying out of nowhere.

"As I’ve told you before, if your heart isn’t ruthless, you won’t stand firm!"

Lin Fan glanced at Luo Jiuying.

If he hadn’t been so complacent from Fujihara Kosuke’s apology,

bringing him down fully, this would not have happened.

"Boss... you’re right, the fault is mine!"

Luo Jiuying touched his throat with lingering fear.

If Lin Fan hadn’t pulled him back a mere inch in the blink of an eye,

his neck would have been completely cut open by the sharp blade.

"Don’t always act like some noble lord, on the battlefield there’s only life and death, especially with these little Japanese devils. When friends come, we offer them fine wine, but when it’s enemies, we greet them with hunting rifles."

Lin Fan’s eyes flashed coldly as he glared at Fujihara Kosuke.

The man who had leaped up was tightly gripping the weapon in his hand.

He stared in astonishment at Lin Fan who seemed to have appeared from thin air.

If it hadn’t been for him, his Hidden Blade Skill should never have failed.

"Bastard... meddlesome fool, I’ll kill you!"

Fujihara Kosuke knew it was no longer possible to run away at this point.

If that was the case, he might as well be prepared to fight to the death.

With a curse, he swung the short blade in his hand and charged at Lin Fan.

His disciples behind him also drew their swords,

shouting slogans as they rushed forward.

"Damn it, take them down!"

The Martial Alliance was naturally decisive as well.

Picking up weapons from a nearby rack, they too moved to meet the charge.

A messy fight was about to begin.

But Lin Fan on this side had already made his move.

"To deal with little Japanese devils, you’ve got to be harsh!"

Far from retreating, he charged forward.

With a slight twist of his body, he dodged the short blade thrust at him by Fujihara Kosuke.

At the same time, his right hand swung out, sending a gust of Gang-wind howling.

This blow struck directly on Fujihara Kosuke’s arm.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound, accompanied by Fujihara Kosuke’s screams and moans.

This strike not only knocked the knife from his hand,

but also broke his arm.

But before he could even scream,

Lin Fan’s hand had already grabbed his head.

"You seemed to enjoy kowtowing so much, let’s satisfy your liking then!"

The cold smile on Lin Fan’s face

carried an endless chill.

With a downward force in his right arm, a strange power surged,

pressing Fujihara Kosuke’s head toward the ground.

"Plop!"

A muffled sound startled everyone, and they all stopped in their tracks.

They looked on in horror at Fujihara Kosuke, face down on the ground.

His head was split open like a watermelon, half destroyed.

Red and white matter scattered all over the place.

This was a thunderous strike.

"I couldn’t control the hatred in my bones, what are you idiots standing around for? If you’re going to fight, then fight!"

Using Fujihara Kosuke’s clothes to wipe the blood off his hands,

Lin Fan slowly stood up.

With no trace of murderous intent, he watched the more than eighty people frozen in place with a smile.

They were gaping with wide eyes, still clutching their knives tightly.

But they stood still, like statues.

No one dared to step forward anymore.

Not just them, but the disciples of the Martial Alliance were also frozen in place at this moment.

When had they ever witnessed such a method of killing?

Simple and decisive, with not the slightest drag.

From beginning to end, Fujihara Kosuke didn’t even have time to let out a complete scream.

He was already dead on the spot.

Such thunderous methods left over a hundred people speechless.

In the vast courtyard, only the sound of breathing could be heard.

"Kneel down!"

A furious shout, laden with the wrath of thunder.

Lin Fan’s voice resounded in everyone’s ears.

The disciples of the Sanhe Sect fell to their knees one after another.

They trembled all over, not even having the courage to think of fleeing.

Let alone resisting.

Even the disciples of the Martial Alliance instinctively knelt down.

After coming to their senses, they then got up again.

"Those who just laid hands on a member of the Martial Alliance, roll out immediately; otherwise, all of you will accompany them in death!"

Lin Fan stood with his hands behind his back, like a lion inspecting lambs.

Such a domineering air.

The disciples of the Sanhe Sect didn’t even have the courage to lift their heads.

Very soon, five or six people were pushed out by the crowd.

Lying on the ground, shaking uncontrollably, they begged for mercy.

"I am not one to advocate violence, but since you’ve caused trouble, there must be punishment. Is it going to be you severing your own hand, or shall I do the honors and cut off your head? Choose for yourselves!"

Lin Fan looked at them indifferently.

"We’ll do it ourselves..."

"Please don’t trouble yourself... We’ll do it..."

Although their words were filled with fear,

compared to Fujihara Kosuke, who lay there with his head blown apart,

it was already a considerable mercy.

"Ah!"

Screams of agony filled the air.

The intense pain of stabbing a knife into one’s own handback.

But it made them feel reborn.

As for the others, they still knelt on the ground.

Not daring to speak a word.

The piercing screams sent their hearts racing.

All they wanted now was to escape.

"I must say, you Japanese are quite willing to be harsh on yourselves. To call you beasts would be an insult; after all, you do perform some humanlike acts from time to time. Take the movies you produce, for instance, they’re pretty appealing, especially the romance ones that are filmed like action movies."

Lin Fan watched the bloody scene with satisfaction.

After finishing his speech, everyone present shared a knowing smile.

"Mr. Luo, I’ve vented my anger, so I’ll leave the rest to you."

This was the Luo Family’s domain.

In front of their apprentices, Lin Fan didn’t want to be too ostentatious.

As he walked back into the house, it was as if nothing had happened at all.

Were it not for Fujihara Kosuke still lying on the ground,

one might think he had merely taken a casual stroll.

"Now you realize how strong his combat power is, don’t you?"

Luo Jiuying looked over at Luo Shaoyong.

Before this, everything had been mere speculation between the two.

But now they had seen it with their own eyes.

"Father indeed has a discerning eye!"

Luo Shaoyong nodded, still in fear.

He once had several altercations with Lin Fan.

If he truly angered him,

then he would have been in Fujihara Kosuke’s place the day before.

"You handle the aftermath."

Luo Jiuying furrowed his brows, instructing him.

"But father, today Fujihara Kosuke died on our turf, I’m afraid the boss of Sanhe Hall will surely seek retribution. Should we prepare for it in advance?"

Luo Shaoyong looked at his father with some worry.

After all, Sanhe Hall represented the façade of the Japanese.

Now that blood had been shed,

they would certainly do whatever it took to retaliate.

"Let them come if they dare. With Lin Fan here, we’re not afraid, no matter how many show up. Ah, you’re also to blame for not living up to expectations; if only you could give me a granddaughter. Look at Li Yizhen; he’s so smug right now."

Luo Jiuying sighed.

They needed to hold on to this mighty protector.

"Dad, it doesn’t matter that I don’t have a daughter. Don’t you have a junior sister?"

With that one sentence from Luo Shaoyong, Luo Jiuying had an epiphany.

"Right, once my little junior sister takes action, there is nothing she can’t handle!"