Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 160: It is Inappropriate to be Forgiven
The two old men who heard Zhou Fan's words instantly sharpened their gazes. "It's none of your business, all you can do is pay the rent and occupy the room. Our problem isn't your ability to mix it up."
Zhou Fan smiled faintly, he also took out a sum of money that had been mentioned.
The faces of the two middle-aged men smiled in satisfaction, thinking that the three men who had come would mess up their place. But apparently, only losers don't have the courage.
One of them advanced, intending to grab Zhou Fan's money. But as soon as the hand was outstretched, Zhou Fan threw the banknote behind.
The middle-aged man's forehead shriveled, his eyes slowly looking at Zhou Fan fixedly. "What do you mean?!"
"It's not wrong, a fool like you can only bully a child." Zhou Fan sneered, making the man who was right in front of him clench his hands.
"Aren't you going to pay for it?" asked the middle-aged man as he clenched his teeth, there was clearly an angry expression on his face.
Zhou Fan did not answer even if it was just a slab, making the middle-aged man's face even darker.
"Son, I'll teach you a lesson!"
One fist floated about to stick Zhou Fan's head. However the speed as well as strength of the middle-aged man was too low, just by raising Zhou Fan's hand was able to withstand it.
The middle-aged man was surprised, not expecting his strongest blow to be easily dispelled. He tried to let go of Zhou Fan's check, but the grip was too strong for him.
Erg...
The middle-aged man tried hard, trying to land the attack with his other hand.
Zhou Fan's black netra moved, capturing the hand movement that was about to target the right ear. But really, the attack was too slow.
Zhou Fan raised his right hand, again gripping the fist of the middle-aged man.
Seeing that his friend was no longer able to move, another middle-aged man pulled out a sword. "Take him off!"
Unleash it?
"As you say, I'm giving you back your friend." Zhou Fan curled the hands of the middle-aged man, twisted his body and threw the middle-aged man.
Seeing his friend darting opposite of him, the man holding the sword widened his eyes. He quickly tried to hold your foot, but it was a pity before he could avoid the friend hit him hard.
The bodies of the two were thrown, destroying the door of the inn that was already weathered was not worth installing.
Two middle-aged men rose up, their eyes full of grudges that might never be extinguished.
"Bags, wait until you convey this to the chairman. You'll regret it."
The Houk... The Houk...
Holding their chests away, but before even ten paces Zhou Fan said. "Who let you go, the business here is not done yet."
With doubt they turned their bodies. "What do you want, don't fuck! We are members of the eastern wolf faction, our chairman is at the level of a three-star saint fighter."
Zhou Fan was speechless, not afraid but in disbelief at the middle-aged man's words.
Wasn't it just a three-star saint fighter, he was also a holy warrior, even a four-star saint fighter. In addition, do not forget the fact that he had killed the Chen family ancestor who was also a four-star saint fighter.
However, the two middle-aged men misunderstood Zhou Fan's silence. "If you're scared, then get out of here. Let's just say we have mercy on you."
They thought Zhou Fan was afraid of the identity of the faction leader, so he was silent and no longer dared to make a sound. Sadly, they were wrong.
Zhou Fan smiled, making the two middle-aged men very astonished. "What are you laughing at, leave quickly or we'll call the faction chief."
Zhou Fan glanced at Ciu San and also Zhi Long. "Stop them!" said cold.
Ciu San immediately pulled out an axe, as well as Zhi Long who was already standing next to the elder brother.
Crashes...
Gludak!
"Nobody cares who your chief is" said Zhi Long, waving an axe soaked in fresh blood.
"Young master, are we leaving?" ciu San asked after keeping his axe.
Zhou Fan momentarily remained silent, his eyes peering into the inn. He sighed, "You guys come out."
A moment later dozens of children aged eight to fifteen years one by one came out. They were a little scared, but there was also no other choice but to go out following Zhou Fan's words.
Of the many children, only one can act ordinary. Even he bravely convinced the other friends not to be afraid of Zhou Fan. She was the little girl that brought Zhou Fan here.
"Little girl," Zhou Fan swung his index finger. The ten-year-old girl approached.
"How long have you been following them?" Zhou Fan glanced at the corpses of the two middle-aged men.
"It's been two years, but there's also a year." As he said that, the girl lowered her head as if thinking.
Zhou Fan felt that the lives of these dozens of children were very inappropriate, they should have decent clothes, comfortable living quarters and food to prevent hunger.
"Master, don't hurt them. Please let them go!" A middle-aged woman ran from inside the inn, apparently covered in wounds but still unable to prevent her from protecting these children.
Zhou Fan was amazed.
"Auntie, this master is not evil. They didn't hurt us. It even helped kill two men who always tortured you."
Hearing the little girl's words, the middle-aged woman looked at the two corpses lying headless. His body stiffened at the sight of blood flowing almost to his feet.
The middle-aged woman was silent for a moment, but her expression returned badly given the existence of the eastern wolf faction.
Zhou Fan seemed to know the concerns of middle-aged women. "The matter of the eastern wolf faction, we will help to overcome them. You just need to provide a decent place for these kids."
After saying Zhou Fan took out thousands of banknotes, gave them to the middle-aged woman. "Make sure they don't lack food or clothes."
The middle-aged woman kowtowed, thanking Zhou Fan. "Master, thank you!"
"You must not be silent, thank you sir." The middle-aged woman said softly to the dozens of children, they obediently said 'thank you'.
Zhou Fan smiled, looking at them he felt like he was looking at his own family.
"All right, we're leaving. The matter of the eastern wolf faction, we will solve it." Zhou Fan turned around and passed away.
The little girl stopped him, calling from behind. "Sir, take this." Poking out his hands he tiptoes.
Zhou Fan looked at a bracelet on his palm. Although simple, quite beautiful and interesting.
"It's not good, but it's my favorite bracelet. We are very grateful to you."
Zhou Fan grabbed the bracelet, grasping it seriously. "It's so beautiful, I'll wear it."
Seeing Zhou Fan wearing his gift bracelet, the little girl smiled happily.
"Young man, where are we going?" Ciu San asked.
Zhou Fan turned back, walking while looking forward.
"Finding the existence of the eastern wolf faction."