Super War God in the City

Chapter 22: A Close Escape from Death

Ling Fan was the first to reach the door, where he saw a black off-road jeep parked askew in the middle of the courtyard, two of the potted landscapes in the yard had been smashed.

Four people stood in the courtyard, all with a fierce and menacing appearance, the one in the lead had a crew cut and a square face.

"Hm? Are you that good-for-nothing son-in-law from the Xiao Family?" another short, fat man snapped coldly.

Ling Fan scanned the group, sneering inwardly, "A few mangy cats and dogs sure do make an impressive show, to actually dare strut around on my doorstep."

"Are you deaf or what? Are you that good-for-nothing son-in-law from the Xiao Family?" the square-faced man took a step forward.

Just then, Ding Wanchang followed out from the villa. Seeing the group, his expression shifted slightly, showing both annoyance and wariness.

His annoyance was because the short, fat man was none other than Du Tao, whom he dearly wished he could shoot dead that very moment.

His wariness was of the square-faced man, Du Shiwei, Lu Jinglun’s direct disciple, whose martial arts skills were said to be exceptional, such that ordinary people could hardly hurt him with a handgun.

To be precise, Ding Wanchang’s wariness was not of Du Shiwei but the power behind Lu Jinglun. At his level, he had heard of certain secret forces.

For instance, the Martial Arts Families were not something that his self-made secular family could contend with.

The other two tall, thin men, judging by their attire, were clearly from a martial arts hall, presumably brought along by Du Shiwei to strengthen their side.

Seeing Ding Wanchang, Du Tao was visibly taken aback, not at all expecting him to be there, making the atmosphere somewhat awkward. Du Tao quickly regained his composure.

"Old Ding, I don’t want any trouble with you today. We can talk about our issues later," Du Tao reminded.

When enemies meet, they are especially eye-catching; even the most patient Ding Wanchang could not hold back.

"Du Tao, do you really think I’m afraid to lay a finger on you?" A chilling coldness emanated from Ding Wanchang’s eyes.

Feeling somewhat intimidated, Du Tao had always been a bit weaker in front of Ding Wanchang. Without Du Shiwei as backup, he could not handle this tiger.

"Old Ding, are you going to oppose Weisheng Martial Arts School? You should have heard about the energy behind my master. Believe it or not, if I take action against you now, I won’t have to face any consequences?" Du Shiwei turned and threatened.

"You can try and see if killing me, Ding Wanchang, will let you live in peace. I’m not afraid of taking risks, and I hope you and your brother can live a little longer," Ding Wanchang’s eyes narrowed.

If he hadn’t just learned that he still had a son, what would he care about Martial Arts Families as a lone wolf? What would it matter if he killed them? Taking down one breaks even, taking down two turns a profit.

Moreover, he hadn’t risen to where he was over the years for nothing. Even if he died, there would be a group of brothers to avenge him.

The Du brothers exchanged glances, having their own fears of Ding Wanchang. Both parties hesitated, caught in a stalemate.

"Do you have to get involved today?" Du Shiwei’s expression darkened.

Ding Wanchang was a man who valued favors deeply; Ling Fan had done him a great favor. Even if it meant facing danger head-on today, what would it matter? If he wasn’t concerned about Luo Juan and his child, he would dare to draw a gun and blow Du Tao’s head off right now.

"If you know what’s good for you, you’ll scram right now. This isn’t your playground," Xiao Chubing suddenly stepped forward from behind Ling Fan, her face set in a cold glare.

When Du Shiwei saw the stunning Xiao Chubing, a trace of amazement flashed in his eyes, and he blatantly sized her up.

"Damn, such good cabbage has rolled into a pig’s mouth. Marrying such a loser, why not consider being with me in the future?" This was the first time Du Shiwei had seen Xiao Chubing, and he was instantly captivated.

He had heard that Xiao Chubing’s relations with her family weren’t great, yet she supported such a useless husband. He couldn’t understand what she was thinking—was it because he was skilled in certain ways?

Xiao Chubing’s face turned angrily red, not expecting him to be so shameless.

"Zhang Ping, Wang Sheng, each of you deal with one. Leave this waste to me," Du Shiwei ordered the two martial arts school disciples he had brought with him.

Both men answered and stepped out, one targeting Ding Wanchang, the other targeting Xiao Chubing.

Glaring at Ling Fan with resentment, Du Tao gritted his teeth and said, "You goddamn meddler, today you’ll learn your lesson."

Du Shiwei calmly approached a hundred-pound stone, snorted with a laugh, uttered a deep voice filled with breath, and slapped the stone with his palm.

In an instant, cracks appeared on the stone, and in a moment, it shattered into several pieces.

Ding Wanchang inhaled sharply; his underling, Old Chen, could accomplish the same feat, but there was a significant age difference between them. Comparatively, Du Shiwei seemed stronger.

Especially since he had heard from Old Chen that true martial artists could even withstand fire and not be burnt, or enter water and not drown—it was truly inconceivable.

It was said that Lu Jinglun had reached the middle stage of the Second Grade Samurais realm, able to snap steel and bend iron with his bare hands, already possessing a hint of Inner Strength.

Xiao Chubing had never heard of such astonishing techniques, let alone witnessed them; thus, she was thoroughly intimidated by Du Shiwei’s display and was so shocked she couldn’t speak a word.

Du Shiwei was extremely pleased with everyone’s reaction and disdainfully looked towards Ling Fan, "Have you seen this, you waste? This is the power of a martial artist. I’m just at the Late Body Tempering Stage, yet my palm has the force of a thousand pounds. Just think about what would happen if it landed on your body?

Today, I am in a good mood, so I’ll give you a way out: become my dog, then hand over your wife to me, and I might spare your life."

Throughout, Ling Fan had not said a word, standing with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Du Shiwei and the others perform their clownish act.

Du Tao and the others looked at the silent Ling Fan, all revealing a mocking smile. By their judgment, he probably had been scared stupid.

"That old dog Lu Jinglun probably shares your incompetence; otherwise, he couldn’t have taught you such idiocy," Ling Fan said calmly.

The First Grade martial artist from the Li Family was taken down by his fist in a second, and here was this trash at the Late Body Tempering Stage daring to show off—truly oblivious to death.

"Motherfucker, did you just curse my master?" Du Shiwei couldn’t believe his ears.

Upon hearing Ling Fan, Du Tao and the other two were astonished as if they had heard an illusion. This waste had the nerve to talk back?

"Heh, I almost forgot. I heard you can take down several bodyguards by yourself. Do you really think you can live on such pathetic skills?" Du Shiwei said angrily.

"Damn it, will you ever shut up with your endless blabbering? Is that what your master taught you, to fight with your lips? Babbling nonsense," Ling Fan retorted impatiently.

"If you’re not capable, then you can break your own arms and get lost."

"Motherfucker, you’ve got some nerve; watch me kill you," Du Shiwei was completely enraged.

With a swift move, he turned into a fierce gust of wind and charged towards Ling Fan with a terrifying momentum.

Excitement flickered across the faces of Du Tao and the others, cold sneers on their lips as they mocked Ling Fan. They thought to themselves, let’s see how you will beg for mercy next.

Xiao Chubing and Ding Wanchang both turned to look, anxious but utterly unable to help.

"Get out of the way!" Xiao Chubing exclaimed.

She knew Ling Fan was skilled, but she had lost all confidence in him against a so-called martial artist like Du Shiwei.

"To dare covet my woman, you’re no more than an ant," Ling Fan’s heart brimmed with killing intent.

If this guy knew that Ling Fan had once taken down a First Grade martial artist in a second, he wouldn’t have dared to cause trouble even if he had the guts—though it was too late for that now.

His eyes, still filled with pride, were quickly overtaken by terror.

Suddenly, Ling Fan advanced, landing a punch directly on Du Shiwei’s Dantian. With a ’bang,’ Du Shiwei was sent flying back at an even greater speed than he arrived.

With a ’boom’, he crashed into the windshield of an SUV and, following that, smashed through the windshield into the vehicle.

Du Tao and the others were utterly stunned.

"You have half an hour to bring that old man Lu Jinglun to collect the body; a minute late, and you three can discuss amongst yourselves who will be the next corpse," Ling Fan said with an icy tone as sharp as a knife, truly enraged.

At his words, their heads buzzed, their scalps tingled. Faced with a life-or-death situation, none of them wanted to be the first to die!