A sudden turn of events left the elderly onlookers utterly dumbfounded.
What was going on?
Why was this so different from what they had imagined?
From appearances alone, Duan Zhicheng was tall, strong, and muscular, while Ye Fan seemed somewhat slender. The two were completely on different levels!
But…
"This kick is called the Foshan Shadowless Kick."
Leaving behind these words, Ye Fan didn't even glance at Duan Zhicheng, who was sprawled on the ground, and turned to leave.
Duan Zhicheng clenched his fists tightly, his gaze fierce as he stared in the direction where Ye Fan had disappeared. Gritting his teeth, he muttered, "Kid, you're finished!"
As Ye Fan walked away, the crowd that had gathered to watch gradually dispersed.
Duan Zhicheng took nearly half an hour to recover, the pain in his abdomen finally easing a little. Staggering to his feet, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Brother Wan, I got beaten up. Bring some people…"
Ye Fan had no idea about this, and even if he did, he wouldn't have cared.
If soldiers come, we counter them; if water floods in, we block it with earth.
Besides, this was a society governed by law. He didn't believe the other party would dare to act recklessly.
And even if they did, he wasn't afraid!
Strength was the ultimate confidence!
After returning home, Ye Fan sat in the living room reading for a while. He read until eight in the morning before finally heading out to the Haihuang Residential Complex.
However, just as he stepped out of his neighborhood, four burly men blocked his path.
Leading them was none other than Duan Zhicheng, whom he had encountered in the park that morning. Aside from Duan Zhicheng, the other three men were each holding weapons. They had been waiting at the entrance for over half an hour, just to ambush Ye Fan.
As the saying goes, when enemies meet, their eyes blaze with fury.
At the sight of Ye Fan, the fire of rage in Duan Zhicheng's heart ignited instantly. His eyes burned with a murderous glare, as if he wanted to kill Ye Fan on the spot.
"Brother Wan, it's this kid!"
A young man with a small ponytail sized up Ye Fan and sneered, "Chengzi, not to belittle you, but weren't you quite the fighter back in university?"
"How is it that now even a young brat can beat you up? You're really going backward in life!"
"Brother Wan, that brat caught me off guard with a sneak attack. I was just careless!"
Duan Zhicheng's face flushed red as he tried to justify himself.
Facing the four men encircling him, Ye Fan remained as calm as ever. With a faint smile, he asked leisurely, "In this day and age, you're still carrying weapons on the streets? Are you underestimating the law enforcement officers of the Imperial Capital?"
"Kid, still got a sharp tongue, huh? Let's see how long you can keep talking tough!"
The calmer Ye Fan appeared, the more infuriated Duan Zhicheng became. He waved his hand and ordered, "Brothers, beat him up! But don't hit his head—it's too risky."
"Got it."
The three men laughed and swung their wooden clubs and hollow steel pipes at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan glanced at the surveillance camera at the neighborhood entrance and, instead of dodging, stood still and took three direct hits.
Just as the three attackers froze in shock, Ye Fan struck back. With a flawless 360-degree spinning kick, he landed a precise blow to their jaws.
That kick carried about eighty percent of his full strength.
Before the three even had time to feel the pain, their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed unconscious on the ground.
One strike—instant knockout!
With his Level Four medical expertise, Ye Fan knew human anatomy inside out. He had aimed directly at their weak points.
One moment, Duan Zhicheng was arrogant and aggressive. The next, his mouth was agape, wide enough to fit a duck egg. Seeing Ye Fan approaching, his legs began to tremble uncontrollably. He stammered, "Y-you… d-don't come over… Hitting people is against the law!"
"Oh?"
Ye Fan smirked, his expression half-amused. "Now you know hitting people is illegal? But still, every wrongdoing comes with consequences, doesn't it?"
"You…"
Duan Zhicheng barely managed to utter a word before a muffled groan escaped his lips. Like the three before him, he lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.
Ye Fan slowly withdrew his foot and muttered to himself, "So weak. And yet, you still dare to stir up trouble? Serves you right."
Fortunately, the four were already unconscious. Otherwise, hearing this remark would have made them cough up blood from sheer anger.
Although the morning rush hour had passed, there were still plenty of pedestrians on the street. Many people stood at a distance, curiously watching the scene unfold.
Ye Fan took out his phone from his pocket, dialed the law enforcement bureau, and briefly reported the incident before hanging up.
Seven or eight minutes later, a law enforcement vehicle pulled up by the roadside, and three officers stepped out.
Leading them was a familiar face—Xing Zhengtai, whom Ye Fan had met several times before.
Upon spotting Ye Fan, Xing Zhengtai looked utterly shocked. His voice carried a trace of disbelief. "Little brother, you were the one who called the law enforcement bureau?"
"Yes, it was me."
Ye Fan smiled and nodded, then pointed at the four people lying on the ground. He explained, "These four deliberately picked a fight with me and struck first. With no other choice, I had to defend myself, so I knocked them out."
"…"
Xing Zhengtai glanced at the four unconscious men, then at Ye Fan, who stood there looking completely unharmed. His mind was filled with indescribable emotions.
Four against one, yet the one was standing here like nothing had happened, while the four lay sprawled on the ground.
Strange things happen every year, but this year, they were especially bizarre.
No, it wasn't just that—this young man, Ye Fan, was just too… abnormal!
He was clearly just a high school student, yet he had first taken down an S-rank fugitive, then used his chillingly precise deductive skills to help the bureau solve a locked-room murder case. And now, he had single-handedly knocked out four armed men.
Judging by the scene, these four had even been carrying weapons.
Hiss—!
Were high school students these days really this insanely powerful?
Seeing that Xing Zhengtai remained silent, Ye Fan continued, "The entire incident should be recorded by the surveillance camera at the neighborhood entrance. Captain Xing, you can check the footage. I'm the victim here."
Xing Zhengtai: "…"
The two officers behind him also wore strange expressions, unsure how to respond.
Victim?
What kind of victim walks away unscathed, while the four attackers lie unconscious?
This was beyond ironic!!!
Ye Fan pulled out his phone and checked the time. In just a short while, nearly twenty minutes had passed.
Sighing helplessly, he turned to Xing Zhengtai and asked, "Captain Xing, is there anything else? If not, I'd like to leave."
"…Fine. If any issues come up, I'll give you a call."
After hesitating for a moment, Xing Zhengtai nodded in agreement.
Ye Fan had already explained the situation, and all that remained was to check the surveillance footage. Whether Ye Fan stayed or not made no difference.
Ye Fan thanked him, walked to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and left the scene.
Once Ye Fan was gone, one of the officers behind Xing Zhengtai curiously asked, "Captain, do you know that young man?"
"I do."
Xing Zhengtai nodded slightly and sighed. "That young man is very, very… formidable!"