254: Chapter 254: Dead Man’s Curve (Third Update) 254: Chapter 254: Dead Man’s Curve (Third Update) “`
“Fuck, what do you poor bastards want to do?” a redhead youth pointed at the group from the Face Slapping Gang and said.
“Poor my ass, brothers, these sons of bitches dare to compete with us for girls, charge, kill them.” Someone roared, and immediately, the crowd surged forward.
“Brothers, wait a second,” Zhang Fan suddenly spoke.
“Brother Fan, these people dare to insult us, let’s do them in.”
“Yeah, Brother Fan, we have so many people, they have so few, damn it, if we can’t make them cry, I won’t believe in my luck,” someone said with a flushed neck.
The redhead sneered with disdain.
“You trash think you can fight me?”
“Heh, I’d like to see who the hell dares to make a move today,” a person walked over slowly, his eyes coldly fixed on Zhang Fan.
“Kid, you might have the numbers, but I’m standing right here, do you dare to hit me?” someone said, looking askance at Zhang Fan, even stretching his face forward.
Weng Yufeng, standing not far away, almost laughed out loud.
Damn it, Zhang Fan even dares to hit himself and Yi Bing, what are these grandsons worth.
Ouyang Feng, with his arms around a girl’s waist, leaned on the car, his eyes showing pity.
“Brother Feng, aren’t you afraid they’ll start fighting?” the girl said softly, nestling in Ouyang Feng’s arms.
I’m afraid that all these guys will end up in the hospital today,” Ouyang Feng said lightly.
The joke was, was Zhang Fan an ordinary person?
Even criminals armed with guns could be taken down by the handful, what were they.
Sure enough, just as Ouyang Feng finished speaking, Zhang Fan made his move.
He lifted his hand, a slap!
An incredibly crisp sound rang out.
The young man’s head seemed to be struck by a hammer as he fell towards the ground.
“Brothers, you’re here to watch the car race, not to fight, leave the fighting to me.”
Zhang Fan said, his eyes coldly sweeping over the group in front of him.
Yi Bing felt chilled to the bone, especially seeing the person who was slapped flying by Zhang Fan, his face tingled.
“Ah, you bastard, I’m going to kill you.” The man got up and charged straight at Zhang Fan.
“Heh!” Zhang Fan chuckled coldly, lifting his leg and kicking the man flying with one kick.
The clean and decisive action made Yi Bing’s group all shrink their necks.
Even the members of the Face Slapping Gang were stunned.
Fuck, did that guy just fly five meters?
“Damn it, you dare to touch our brother, get him!”
Immediately, more than sixty people pounced toward Zhang Fan.
“You all just stand there, don’t move, enjoy the show,” Zhang Fan said with a corner of his mouth lifted as he suddenly sprung from the ground like a cannonball.
“Attack, he’s just one man, break his legs!”
Zhang Fan chuckled, grabbing a person’s shoulder, lifting him up, then threw him heavily at the approaching crowd.
“Holy shit, that works?” someone from the Face Slapping Gang was astounded.
“Cut it out, must be new around here.
Our Brother Fan’s fighting skills are top-notch.”
No sooner had they finished speaking, Zhang Fan like a specter had darted into the throng.
Elbows, punches, slaps, kicks…
Two minutes later, more than sixty people were all lying on the ground groaning.
Weng Shuang looked at the figure like a Demon King, her face in shock.
Weng Yufeng shook his own tongue tip vigorously, not daring to believe his eyes.
Damn, they were all taken down?
“Anyone else?” Zhang Fan laughed coldly, then his gaze fixed on Yi Bing.
The latter shrank his neck, hastily retreating a few steps.
“To be fair, I didn’t make a move,” Yi Bing spread his hands, indicating he hadn’t moved at all.
At this moment, his scalp was tingling.
Fuck, this kid, how can he be so fierce.
“Let’s start, street racing.” Zhang Fan ignored Yi Bing and walked straight towards a black modified car.
“Brother Fan is invincible!”
Screams instantly pierced the sky.
It was so satisfying, one guy taking down more than sixty people, fuck, even if you were clubbing pigs, it couldn’t be this fast!
A few girls had stars in their eyes, their hands covering their mouths, their faces stunned.
It took a long time before they finally started to shout.
“Brother Fan, be my boyfriend!”
Zhang Fan nearly tripped and fell to the ground.
He was not going to be some fanboy’s affair!
“Yi Bing, let’s start, cut the crap.
The note’s in my hand, if you dare not pay up, I’ll fucking block your front door and beat the shit out of you every time I see you.” Zhang Fan said as he buckled his seatbelt and tapped his fingers on the car door.
Yi Bing’s legs went weak, slowly walking towards the red modified car next to Zhang Fan.
Once in the car, Yi Bing gradually recovered.
He lifted his eyes and looked at Zhang Fan with contempt: “Kid, you better have twenty million ready.”
“Heh, I’m waiting.” Zhang Fan gave a cold laugh, his gaze fixed on the road ahead!
Meanwhile, Wang Xionghui was waving a red flag vigorously.
Zhang Fan and Yi Bing started their engines at the same time, their cars shooting out like arrows released from their bowstrings.
The onlookers’ eyes lit up, watching the cars speed away with excitement.
“It’s Brother Fan’s first public street race, we’ve got to back him up, guys, send those rockets!”
Suddenly, the rockets in Yang Haochen’s live broadcast began soaring crazily.
“Yang Haochen, you dumbass, start commenting!” someone urged.
Yang Haochen was dumbfounded; he had no idea how to commentate this thing, fuck.
Wang Xionghui came over and grabbed the phone, saying, “I’ll do the commentary.”
“This race, one is our Brother Fan, and the other is a rich second-generation who won a gold medal last year.
I believe our brothers all know about Brother Fan’s street racing a month ago.
To be honest, I’m nervous.
Although Yi Bing isn’t a professional racer, his strength is undeniable.
Plus, this asshole is very familiar with this terrain, look.”
Wang Xionghui pointed at the rough track and said, “This track is very irregular, with uneven ground, and it’s muddy.
For beginners, this kind of place is undoubtedly fatal.
Wang Xionghui was stunned by the scene before him.
Zhang Fan’s car actually soared into the air.
Our Brother Fan took off.
I’ve been racing for two years and still don’t dare to jump here, look ahead, there’s a sharp turn.
Oh no, Brother Fan is in danger!”
Wang Xionghui was shocked; by the height and speed of Zhang Fan’s jump, upon landing, there would only be about two meters to the sharp turn—goodness, was he going to crash?
Whether it was the people at the scene or the viewers in the live broadcast, at this moment, their hearts were all hanging.
Weng Shuang’s face turned pale; in front of that sharp turn was a two-meter-high dirt mound— at such a speed, hitting it would definitely result in injury.
“Haha, kid, let him be cocky.
Dare to play flying cars on a death turn, isn’t that seeking death?” a red-haired youth with a swollen face mocked, his eyes flashing with a vicious glint.
If he could, he really wanted to hack Zhang Fan to death.
From childhood to adulthood, it was the first time he had been slapped in the face, and it had swollen up!
Zhang Fan’s car landed, and at that very moment, he didn’t panic.
His right hand was shaking vigorously on the manual shift stick.
The car shifted one meter to the side, passing through the death turn.
“Fuck, what did I just see?
My god, pulling off a shift the moment the flying car landed—I fucking guarantee you, the entire S city, no, even professional racers, can’t pull off such a move.”