Zhao Hu almost hysterically shouted out the name.
"It's you, it must be you."
"In Yang City, the only martial artist so young and skilled is him."
"Congratulations, you are correct."
Su Fan flashed a grin at Zhao Hu.
To Zhao Hu, that smile was utterly terrifying.
"Congratulations, you are correct."
"Now, do you still want to stand up for your friend?"
Zhao Hu's mindset completely broke down.
He had watched the video of Su Fan taking on a hundred and eighty members of the Blood Wolf Gang by himself, crippling Zhao Wei, numerous times.
Although he loathed Su Fan, Su Fan's strength was something he could not afford to provoke.
The Gang Leader Zhao Long of the Blood Wolf Gang had even given strict orders for no one to seek trouble with Su Fan for revenge; if anyone happened to encounter Su Fan, they were to keep a wide berth.
Because he was an existence that the Blood Wolf Gang on their own could not handle, and to clash with Su Fan again would only bring more humiliation and embarrassment.
They had to endure in silence, waiting for the martial arts expert they had asked for help to arrive in Yang City.
This was why, despite Su Fan causing the Blood Wolf Gang to lose face, there had been no retaliation from them.
But, Zhao Hu just had to be incredibly unlucky.
To actually have a direct conflict with Su Fan.
Zhao Hu hated Su Fan to death
But he hated He Ming even more.
"He Ming, you son of a bitch, why didn't you tell me his name was Su Fan?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
The terrified He Ming said tremblingly,
"Brother Hu, you, you never asked me, wasn't it you who always said that there was no one in Yang City you couldn't deal with?"
Hearing this, Zhao Hu was so angry he almost spat out blood.
Fortunately, he was now lying on the ground, beaten so badly by Su Fan that he couldn't get up; otherwise, he would surely have killed He Ming.
"Zhao Hu, how do you plan to handle this matter?"
"Don't you owe me an explanation?"
Su Fan looked at Zhao Hu with a cold indifference.
Zhao Hu swallowed hard.
Even though his heart was filled with hatred for Su Fan, it couldn't change the fact that Su Fan was a martial arts master, a being beyond his reach.
"Su, Mr. Su, there has been a misunderstanding between us."
"Zhao Hu, are you caving in?"
"He's actually speaking in such a lowly tone to a young man?"
"Who on earth is this young man?"
Instantly, Su Fan's already mysterious identity became shrouded in even more secrecy.
Everyone looked at Su Fan with extreme curiosity.
Su Ya considered herself to know Su Fan the best.
So naturally, at this moment, Su Ya was also the most confused.
Wasn't Su Fan just a doctor in the hospital?
What other identities did he have?
"It seems I still don't know him well enough."
Su Ya's heart couldn't help but feel a bit of sorrow.
Perhaps she was not worthy of Su Fan after all.
Su Fan's tone suddenly turned icy, his expression even more indifferent.
"Between us, such talk is too superficial."
"Since you are not offering an explanation of your own accord, I'll have to take it myself."
"Today, I am going to break one of your legs as punishment."
As he spoke, Su Fan suddenly stomped on Zhao Hu's thigh.
Zhao Wei's robust right lower leg was instantly crushingly fractured, blood spurted violently.
Zhao Wei's screams were inhuman, deafening to the ear.
"My leg, my leg, Su Fan."
"My big brother won't let you get away with this, the Blood Wolf Gang won't let you get away with this."
"You, you will definitely pay the price."