The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 589: It’s All About Strength_1

Chapter 589: Chapter 589: It’s All About Strength_1

Ning Fan, with his hands clasped behind his back, stood tall in the center as the dust behind him dispersed, like a celestial being descending to the mortal world.

The crowd, witnessing this scene, was utterly dumbfounded, almost unable to believe their own eyes.

Spiritual Power surged within Ning Fan’s body, reverberating from his Dantian.

Boom!

It was as if an invisible hand had picked up all the bullets from the ground, sending them flying in all directions once again.

Hisss!

Accompanied by the sounds of flesh being penetrated, the gunmen still reloading were unwillingly laid to rest in pools of blood.

The thick scent of blood spread throughout the room, like a dense swamp, making it hard to breathe.

This stench, along with the sight inside the hall, completely dumbfounded the onlookers outside.

The members of Lion Hall, who had been roaring about slaughtering Ning Fan moments ago, were now completely speechless with inexplicable terror in their hearts.

So many bullets couldn’t kill him, is this guy even human?!

Footsteps crunched on bullets, making a crackling sound.

Each step seemed to tread on the hearts of the crowd.

Emerging from the lingering smoke, Ning Fan’s gaze fell upon Lin Ping in the crowd.

"When wandering the outside world, strength is what counts."

With one sentence, he completely shattered Lin Ping’s defenses.

"Damn it! Don’t you dare look down on me!"

Lin Ping leapt up, his aura rising rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, he broke through from a Half-Step Grandmaster to the Great Grandmaster Realm!

"It’s a secret technique!"

Lin Yuechan, seeing this, grew anxious.

"He has used the Blood-Burning Secret Technique, his strength will temporarily rise to the Great Grandmaster Realm, be very careful!"

As her words fell, Lin Ping’s figure had already charged forward, his punch howling towards Ning Fan’s face.

The howling wind created a sharp whistling sound in the air.

Ning Fan remained indifferent, slightly shifting his foot to dodge the punch.

"Still not willing to give up?"

He casually struck out a palm, dispersing Lin Ping’s full-force punch.

Lin Ping, moreover, was sent flying backwards by this palm, tumbling over the crowd and crashing heavily to the ground, his head lolling to the side as he passed out.

"The Hall Master has actually lost..."

"How is that possible, he even used a secret technique."

"Don’t you dare call him Hall Master, better save your breath!"

The surviving members of Lion Hall, shaken beyond measure, promptly abandoned any thoughts of resistance.

"He... he’s that powerful!"

Lin Yuechan’s beautiful eyes sparkled, not having expected him to be so strong!

Her own strength wasn’t very high.

Even though Ning Fan had demonstrated the ability to take on six at the doorstep of her home, she still hadn’t taken him seriously.

However, at this moment, the combat power Ning Fan exhibited deeply shocked her.

"Mr. Ning, thank you for your assistance."

Supported by his subordinates, Lin Haifeng slowly approached Ning Fan and bowed in gratitude.

Ning Fan waved his hand dismissively, "Since I had promised to visit, how could I, as a guest, ignore the troubles of my host?"

Lin Yuechan’s face flushed with shame, recalling the previous events, her cheeks turning red.

"Mr. Lin, I truly apologize... I had even misunderstood your status before."

Ning Fan waved his hand, preparing to say something, when suddenly Shuang’er cried out in alarm.

"Master, that guy has escaped!"

Everyone turned their heads in unison to see that Lin Ping, who should have been knocked out, had risen from the ground.

"Hahaha! Bastards, did you think I would fail so easily?"

"Just you wait, Lion Hall will ultimately be mine!"

As Lin Ping’s retreating footsteps faded, a voice filled with resentment also drifted on the wind.

Lin Yuechan exclaimed anxiously, "That son of a bitch, I’ll chase him down!"

She was about to take action but was stopped by her father.

"Don’t chase the poor," Lin Haifeng said, shaking his head, "Once I recover from my injuries, this guy won’t be able to stir up any trouble."

As the Hall Master of Lion Hall, Lin Haifeng was confident in his own strength; otherwise, he couldn’t have safeguarded such a large family business.

With these thoughts, he couldn’t help but take several more glances at Ning Fan.

How envious, to have such formidable strength at such a young age, and he wondered how Ning Fan had cultivated it.

"Hall Master, Hall Master, we were forced to do those things!"

"Yes, Hall Master, please spare our lives!"

"That bastard Lin Ping, he said he’d kill us if we didn’t submit to him!"

The members of Lion Hall, who had been the most vocal earlier, realized that their support had fled.

They all knelt before Lin Haifeng, trying to earn forgiveness.

Lin Haifeng harrumphed and ordered the members behind him, "Take them back, we’ll deal with them later!"

These were the ones who refused to submit and had been tortured by Lin Ping, trustworthy in his eyes.

With Ning Fan’s presence, the previously traitorous members of Lion Hall dared not rebel again and were obediently escorted away.

After all affairs were settled, everyone returned to the Lion Hall Headquarters.

"If it weren’t for Mr. Ning, we three generations might have been unable to escape this calamity."

The elderly Lin Shanyue, his hair already graying, shakily stood up, ignoring his own frailty, and insisted on personally expressing his thanks to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan quickly helped him up, "Old master, you’re too polite. Lin and I are friends, and it’s only natural to help when a friend is in need!"