Ding Shicheng's chest heaved, his breathing rough, and he gnashed his teeth as he glared at Ling Fan, seemingly forgetting even the heart-wrenching pain in the face of overwhelming humiliation and rage.
Ling Fan stood up, his voice still cold, "It seems you are quite angry, quite unwilling. I am a man of my word, I'm giving you a chance for revenge.
But right now, you must kneel and apologize. You have three seconds to consider, otherwise, I'll break one of your legs."
Ding Shicheng's eyes were bloodshot. If he knelt now, how would he ever hold his head high again? He was weighing whether this madman would really dare to hurt him again, whether he really dared to break his limbs once more?
Li Mengying finally recovered some clarity from her shock, a rare uneasiness rising in her heart, alongside a hint of relief.
As such, she only needed to sit back and watch; without having to take action herself, the Ding family would take care of this trash.
However, since this incident arose because of her, if the Ding family really got angry, it might end badly with them holding a grudge against her, considering Ding Shicheng's arm was crippled. But she did not take it to heart.
Ling Fan's cold and arrogant gaze turned to Ding Shicheng, revealing a hint of amusement, "Time's up."
"If you dare touch me again, you will understand what it means to 'beg for life but be unable to beg for death,'" Ding Shicheng squeezed out the words through clenched teeth.
Ling Fan ignored his threat and instead pointed to Fang Jun, Liu Jian, Li Mengying, and the others, "They are your friends, right? You now have a chance, before I break your 'dog leg', you can ask them for help."
Upon being pointed out by Ling Fan, Fang Jun and the others trembled. They had greatly overestimated the friendship between them. If there was no trouble, that would be one thing, but who would foolishly step up when facing a tough nut to crack?
It wasn't that they were too scared of Ling Fan, but as the saying goes, a wise man does not court danger. Could they not see the guy was like a madman right now?
He would bite anyone he encountered, and even if there was retaliation afterwards, so what? If things went wrong at this moment, it could mean broken arms and legs, and no one could bear that punishment for them.
The so-called wise man not courting danger means exactly this, and before, when they knew that the son-in-law of the Xiao Family was weak and easy to bully, they naturally didn't mind stepping on him, giving him a slap.
But now things were different, even Ding Shicheng had his arm broken, so what right did they have to pretend to be heroes of Liangshan?
"Heh, Young Master Ding, your popularity is just so-so, look, even your friends disdain to help you. You were standing up for Li Mengying, right? Guess whether she'll stand up for you now or not?
You pitiful fool, you say you don't even have friends, yet you act all haughty and puffed up, you're not impressive at all.
Now, you have to lie here like a dog, while your so-called friends watch you kneel in front of me like they're looking at a dog," Ling Fan sneered.
Li Mengying's face changed again and again, not expecting Ling Fan to take his final moments to disgust her one last time.
By now, Ding Shicheng's face had turned the color of a pig's liver, his eyes too bloodshot to describe the horror.
With a fierce look toward Fang Jun and the others, his threatening voice enunciated each word clearly, "Help me kill this bastard."
Fang Jun and the others had fire in their eyes, wishing they could tear Ling Fan apart. It was too cruel; he was intent on completely destroying them.
If they stepped in now, they would certainly share the same fate as Young Master Ding. If they didn't help, from the look in Ding Shicheng's eyes just now, it was clear they would be resented later.
This move was too decisive. Fang Jun's scalp numbed, Li Mengying's face grew pale, Liu Jian almost crushed his steel teeth, and Xiao Jingjing felt a chill.
With the situation having escalated this far, as the hostess of the venue, Li Mengying could not just stand by and do nothing.
Just as she was about to speak up, a commotion came from the entrance.
Fang Jun's expression changed and he immediately burst with joy. Pointing at Ling Fan, he bellowed, "Security, security, there's been a murder, hurry up and take this son of a bitch down, or your Tian Hao Hotel won't be able to handle the fallout."
With such a major commotion here, it would be strange if it didn't attract the attention of the security. Upon receiving the message, the security captain rushed over with a dozen subordinates.
Seeing the security guards arriving, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how formidable, no matter how good at fighting Ling Fan was, how could he fend off so many hands alone?
Next, the look in his eyes toward Ling Fan changed to a cold sneer filled with annoyance and hatred.
The crowd parted to form a pathway, and the head of security, a burly figure with dark skin, was a retired special forces soldier, not to be compared with the Xiao Family's bodyguards.
He strode into the center of the venue like a tiger riding the winds and his face changed dramatically when he saw Ding Shicheng lying on the ground.
As the son of Ding Wanchang, he recognized him, and moreover, seeing that his arm was already destroyed, he, the head of security, couldn't escape responsibility for the trouble that had occurred at Tian Hao Hotel.
"Brother Biao, help me kill this kid." Ding Shicheng finally saw hope and his face lit up with joy.
The man's name was Chen Biao, a master hired by Tian Hao Hotel for a hefty sum, and the captain of the Tian Hao security team with a special forces background.
Chen Biao responded, and without a second word, he issued orders to a dozen security guards behind him holding rubber batons, "Take down this troublemaker for me."
"With a swoosh,"
a dozen burly security guards holding rubber batons charged toward Ling Fan, their fierce appearances intimidating.
"Snap!"
"Aaah..."
"I gave you three seconds to consider, otherwise you're losing a dog's leg, you think I'm making empty threats?" Ling Fan scoffed coldly, his foot swiftly and cleanly breaking one of Ding Shicheng's legs.
Instant silence fell over the entire hall, only Ding Shicheng's piercing screams sent shivers down everyone's spine, even the charging security guards froze in place.
Xiao Jingjing, Li Mengying, and others were utterly stunned.
Chen Biao's fist clenched tightly as his face went from one change to another, and he suddenly shouted fiercely, "Take him down!"
Just then, a shrill roar came from the entrance, "Who's the bastard in such a hurry to be reborn, daring to lay a hand on my son?"
With words striking like thunder, everyone in the venue froze, feeling a chilling dread sweep over the hall, enveloping every body.
Hearing this exceedingly arrogant voice, Ding Shicheng, like a drowning person clutching at a lifeline, wailed tearfully, "Mom, save me, I want this bastard to die a horrible death, I want him to suffer in all eighteen levels of Hell..."
Ding Shicheng's mother, Han Fang, was infamous for her overprotectiveness. When Ding Shicheng had a conflict with someone at school, it involved a young man with a minor background who was unaware of the Ding family's fearsome reputation. The matter, which could have been settled with an apology,
was escalated by Han Fang when she had someone break the boy's limbs. That wasn't enough; she forced the boy to drop out of school and used tough measures both openly and secretly to topple his family's business to bankruptcy. The extent of her tyranny was now evident to all.
Now that Ling Fan had broken Ding Shicheng's limbs, the consequences he was about to face were far more severe than mere death.
Everyone looking at Ling Fan no longer saw him as a dead man, but rather as someone who would endure thousands of cuts and yet be denied the release of death.
Even Li Mengying felt a tightness in her heart, knowing that no matter the outcome, she would be remembered with hostility by the Ding family.
At the same time, she felt an immense sense of relief. The situation had unfolded to a point where she no longer needed to lift a finger; the Ding family would be the first to bury this waste, and all she had to do now was enjoy the show.
Ling Fan's brows furrowed slightly, he stood with his hands behind his back, and turned to look toward the entrance.
"Tap tap tap..."
A plump middle-aged woman with a sullen face hurried into the hall. When she saw Ding Shicheng lying on the ground wailing in pain, her sharp eyes narrowed slightly, radiating a towering rage from her gaze.
The sound of her high heels striking the ground with cold rhythm, she quickly walked toward Ding Shicheng.