"Mom, save me!" Ding Shicheng wailed.
Seeing Ding Shicheng's miserable state, Han Fang's eyes were about to split with fury, "Who was it? Who did this?"
"It was him, this bastard. Mom, get revenge for me!" Ding Shicheng cried, his only intact arm trembling as he pointed at Ling Fan.
Ling Fan glanced disdainfully, "It was me who did it. What, you have a problem with that?"
Han Fang, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, exploded from the inside out. Her face contorted ferociously as she roared at the security guards standing stupefied nearby.
"Are you fucking useless? If you don't kill this little bastard today, I guarantee I'll kill you useless lot first."
The group of security guards, frightened, braced themselves. This tigress was not someone they could afford to provoke. Without any further hesitation, they charged at Ling Fan as if facing a life-and-death enemy, hoping to take down the man in front and quell Han Fang's terrifying rage.
Liu Jian and others, who had just been tricked by Ling Fan, now wished to see him drop dead on the spot.
"Hmph, you were so arrogant just now. Now let me see what you have to be arrogant about, you piece of shit trying to stir up waves." Xiao Jingjing said bitterly.
Fang Jun and the others felt the same. Recalling how they had been played by a mere ant just moments ago, it was as disgusting as stepping on dog poop or eating a fly, and they couldn't wait for Ling Fan to be beaten to death with a stick.
Liu Yuqiong looked worried. She hadn't expected Ling Fan to remain so proud even now, not bowing his head at all—perhaps knowing that bowing wouldn't help.
Suddenly, she felt a bit of admiration for him, admiring his unyielding spirit, that pride radiating from his very marrow.
"Is this still the Xiao family's worthless son-in-law that she knew? Facing a life-and-death crisis, still calm, indifferent, putting life and death aside," Liu Yuqiong muttered to herself.
"Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, your calm and indifference are worthless. This is reality."
Faced with the security guards charging at him like wolves and tigers, Ling Fan's gaze turned cold, his figure moved rapidly, turning into a blur as he dodged back and forth.
In a blink of an eye, sounds of muffled groans erupted, as if heavy hammers were striking at the hearts of the crowd.
One could see the previously formidable team of security guards flying backward one after another, crashing into tables and chairs, causing a panic among the onlookers.
In just a few breaths, everyone was lying on the ground, groaning in pain, each one with either a broken arm or a leg.
The scene fell silent; when Ling Fan had knocked down Ding Shicheng with a punch earlier, people only thought he was skilled, not feeling how formidable he was.
Even Xiao Jingjing, though surprised, wasn't very fearful.
But now, with Ling Fan taking down a group of well-trained security guards in just a few breaths, the visual impact was too shocking. It wasn't just about being able to fight; it was damn good fighting.
Li Mengying looked at him seriously for the first time, disbelief deep in her eyes.
Fang Jun and the others were like ducks whose necks had been caught, unable to utter a sound.
Liu Yuqiong's eyes sparkled lightly, "Is this your trump card? Indeed, it is very surprising, but the Ding family is not just some entity that can be dealt with by fighting; their energy far exceeds your imagination."
Ling Fan flashed in one swift movement, arriving right in front of Han Fang, "Do you have a problem with that?"
Han Fang snapped out of her reverie, stepping back involuntarily. She was a madwoman, but not a fool; she knew she had hit a hard rock today.
The few bodyguards behind her were no match. She had been playing cards upstairs with friends and had rushed down in a hurry after receiving the news, unprepared.
Yet, she wasn't scared. Yes, to her, Ling Fan was at most a rock. Not to mention a rock, even if it were a sheet of iron, she was confident she could melt it into iron water.
"Young man, you really surprise people. No wonder you dare to be so arrogant, but it seems you still don't know whom you're dealing with," Han Fang sneered, her voice as chilling as a bone-scraping cold wind.
"Zhong Qiang, please the old master."
Behind her, a man in his thirties in a suit looked gravely at Ling Fan, weighing his options and deeming himself no match, thus he respectfully said:
"Madam, I have already notified the chairman, he should be arriving soon."
Han Fang, assessing the situation, also knew the current circumstances, so she didn't lose her reason and let her personal bodyguard Zhong Qiang go and get himself killed. Knowing he was outmatched and still fighting would just be humiliating herself.
"It seems you are much smarter than your foolish son. You understand that a wise man does not eat the losses before his eyes, otherwise you wouldn't have had your leg broken by me," Ling Fan said lightly.
Just when Han Fang's anger had settled, it abruptly surged up to her Niwan Palace, her face turning an iron blue as she stared at the arrogantly calm Ling Fan.
Yes, calmness is a form of arrogance, and an extreme one at that. At this moment, Ling Fan's composure greatly irritated her. Shouldn't he be panicked, uneasy, fearful?
Han Fang couldn't figure it out. Did he truly have some powerful backing?
Xiao Jingjing, standing nearby, seemed to detect Han Fang's hesitation. Her eyes flashed as she spoke in a voice neither loud nor soft, "He is our Xiao Family's useless son-in-law, but now he has no relations with the Xiao Family anymore."
Ling Fan, eyes downcast, thought that the lesson he had given this woman last time was still too light; she hadn't learned her lesson at all.
At the moment, with her eyes slightly narrowed and a hint of murderous intent passing through them, Han Fang realized he was Xiao Zhengping's worthless son-in-law and thought there was some backing behind him.
Challenged by a worthless man, if she didn't completely annihilate him, others might think the Ding family was nothing but a paper tiger.
Soon any Tom, Dick, or Harry might jump out and bark a few times. In her mind, Han Fang had already sentenced him to death.
Ling Fan felt the murderous intent emanating from Han Fang, lifted his head to meet her cold eyes, and snorted lightly, "Madam Ding, I advise you to best drop those little schemes. If I were you, I would have your son kneel before me to apologize and seek my forgiveness.
Then admit your failure in teaching your son, who accidentally offended me, say a few good words to me, and I might forgive you and let you and your son leave."
From the information gathered by Vermilion Bird, he had learned some of Han Fang's secrets, so he really did not put this arrogant woman in his eyes.
"Slap!"
Someone's cup accidentally fell and shattered on the marble floor.
"Mad, completely mad." Xiao Jingjing's thoughts had come to a halt.
Li Mengying's expression changed; she found that she had underestimated this useless man's level of arrogance again and again. Did this guy truly have the strength, or was he really out of his mind?
The onlookers all inhaled sharply.
Fang Jun and Liu Jian among others were nearly popping their eyes out; they knew the Xiao Family's useless son-in-law was outrageously arrogant, but they had never expected it to this extent—it was beyond describing him as courting death.
Although their families had some assets, comparing them with the Ding family was like comparing a husky with a Tibetan mastiff—not at all on the same level.
And Ling Fan was like an ant; they couldn't figure out where this ant got the courage and confidence to be so arrogant?
Ding Wanchang, a legendary Wife Doting Demon; Ling Fan was the first to have dared to threaten Han Fang like this.
One should say he was the first still alive because those who had crossed this woman before had all been sent by Ding Wanchang to Hell for repentance.
Ding Wanchang had only had this precious son at the age of forty and truly dotes on this woman and their son to the skies.
In Binzhou, anyone who knew Han Fang and lacked power would walk around them, afraid of unknowingly offending them and not knowing how they died.
And here was this young man, daring to bully his woman and son. It was simply courting death.
"Bastard, I'm going to tear you apart." Han Fang had lost all reason. She was already not far from Ling Fan and with three steps taken in two, she reached him and swung her hand—with sharp nails aimed to hit.
If she caught him, it would surely leave a fleshly mess—never underestimate a woman's Nine Yin White Bone Claw.
Han Fang was completely blinded by rage, it was an uncontrollable instinctual reaction, and even the bodyguards hadn't reacted yet.
Ling Fan, unafraid, casually grabbed her wrist.
He sneered, "Are you comfortable living at 178 Qi Yuan Road?"
"What?" Han Fang was as if struck by lightning, suddenly freezing, her pupils shrinking to the extreme. Even her surging rage collapsed and she showed a rare look of horror.
Ling Fan snorted coldly, shook his wrist, and released Han Fang's arm.
Unable to withstand Ling Fan's strength, Han Fang's body swayed. Stumbling backwards, she 'slapped' to the ground but completely forgot the pain as her eyes fixated on Ling Fan.
This scene was just seen by a middle-aged man entering the hall, who instantly roared, furious as thunder, "Insolent! How dare you touch my woman and son! I will tear you to pieces and throw your remains to the wilderness for the dogs."
The bystanders, terrified by the roar, turned pale, silent as cicadas in winter, hurriedly retreating. The Wife Doting Demon, Ding Wanchang, had arrived.