What is love in this vast world? It teaches one to pledge life and death to each other...
Ding Fan stared blankly at the horizon, and after a long while, with aching pain, he forced himself to write that breakup letter.
Ruoran had suffered too much for his sake, Ding Fan could see it. If he refused Jing Yi's demands, she would certainly not save Ruoran. Every martial artist has their obsessions, and although Jing Yi always appeared calm, Ding Fan could tell that once she made up her mind, it was hard to sway her.
****, after all, is just an embellishment in life, how could he selfishly disregard her life just to keep Ruoran by his side...
Being together meant wanting happiness and joy for each other, yet at this moment Ding Fan was unable to heal Ruoran, how could he speak of happiness and joy then?
For Ruoran... even as his heart bled, he still wrote that breakup letter.
Although Ding Fan and Ruoran were not yet wed, this letter of divorce completely severed the relationship between them.
"From now on, Ruoran has nothing to do with you. Please do not harass her in any way," Jing Yi said as she took the letter, her expression suddenly becoming solemn.
"Take good care of Ruoran, or else, even if your Peach Blossom Female Sect is at the ends of the earth, I will show no mercy!" Ding Fan declared, raising his right hand.
At that moment, a Wind Blade Technique flew out, slicing a thick tree nearby completely in two.
Jing Yi, witnessing this scene, slightly furrowed her brow.
Condensing wind into a blade!
A flicker of wariness passed through Jing Yi's eyes. It was said that only Earth Level mid-stage martial artists and above could master the Martial Skills to condense wind into a blade.
Could it be that Ding Fan was actually an Earth Level mid-stage martial artist or above?
While Jing Yi was lost in her wild thoughts, Ding Fan no longer spoke and turned away, striding off. Follow current novels on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚫𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵
Watching Ding Fan's retreating figure, Jing Yi was momentarily dazed, seeing in his posture a hint of desolation and loneliness.
That feeling unexpectedly caused an inexplicable heartache...
In both his lifetimes, Ding Fan had never felt before, a feeling as if his heart had been hollowed out. For some reason, the thought of having no ties with Ruoran anymore pierced his heart like a knife.
All the moments he spent with Ruoran, the last days with her, flashed through his mind like a movie, scene by scene...
"It was this asshole, this damn asshole, who hit me..."
Right at that moment, three vans abruptly blocked Ding Fan's way, and over twenty men armed with machetes and iron rods quickly surrounded him.
The man pointing at Ding Fan, his face smeared with blood and looking disheveled, was none other than the Tattooed Man whom Ding Fan had taught a lesson earlier for bullying Mary.
"****, you even dare to cross our young master. You must be tired of living..." said a brawny man in a black leather jacket, wielding a machete as wide as a finger, pointing at Ding Fan.
Ding Fan cast a cold glance at the brawny man. A sudden surge of anger welled up within him, and he rushed forward without a word.
Before the brawny man could comprehend what had happened, Ding Fan's kick sent him flying like a cannonball, landing heavily on his comrades behind him.
"****! You dare to act tough, I won't let you live today, ****..." the Tattooed Man swore, his face twisted with malice.
The Tattooed Man's father was a formidable figure in Yanjing, owning more than half of the entertainment venues in the city.
On the streets, anyone who heard his father's name would show some respect. Relying on his father's reputation, the Tattooed Man had always been a law unto himself.
But Ding Fan didn't play along with the Tattooed Man, attacking him outright. Always the one to bully others, the Tattooed Man couldn't stand being humiliated by Ding Fan.
"Kill him for me!" the Tattooed Man commanded his subordinates.
As the Tattooed Man's minions, armed with machetes and steel pipes, charged at Ding Fan, he thought that even if Ding Fan were incredible, facing these weapons, he would surely be chopped into mincemeat.
At that moment, Ding Fan's anger found no better outlet. These ruffians had picked the perfect timing, as Ding Fan, clenching his fists, didn't use any True Qi or Magic Artifact; he treated them merely as punching bags.
Thump, thump, thump... The punches landed with a meaty sound, as Ding Fan swung hard at the ruffians.
No sooner had a large-scale brawl started, than two police cars appeared nearby, and some riot police with shields stood ready at the side.
After all, this is the capital of Huaxia Country, and the police response couldn't possibly be poor given the magnitude of the incident.
However, these police officers didn't rush straight in to separate the gangsters. The brawl was so intense that breaking it up would be difficult, and they could end up causing unnecessary casualties.
The vicious fight continued, but upon witnessing the scene, all the riot police were taken aback. Ding Fan was like a starving wolf barging into a flock of sheep, swinging his fists and beating over twenty hoodlums by himself.
In just three or four minutes, the numerous thugs who had been so arrogant were now all sprawled on the ground, hesitant and bruised, grimacing in evident pain.
"Damn, is this a kung fu movie? One guy thrashing over twenty people, ask the boss if these guys are shooting a film."
"How could this be a film? I recognize the leader, that's the only son of Jin Daya, the big shot of Yanjing. These thugs are his son's lackeys."
"But this time Jin Daya's son has met his match, getting all his people beate up by one guy!"
"So badass, I idolize him, I want to take him as my master!"...
The surrounding riot police were relieved to see the hoodlums getting pummeled by Ding Fan.
Jin Daya's son was used to being a bully in this area without fear because he could just pay off anyone he beat up, but seeing someone thrash Jin Daya's son and his men, the police were even less eager to intervene.
About another minute passed, and all the men led by the Tattooed Man had been knocked down by Ding Fan. Ding Fan's fists were covered in blood, but it wasn't clear whether it was his own blood or that of the gangsters he had beaten to the ground.
The Tattooed Man was dumbfounded. Seeing one man fight off more than twenty others was something you'd only expect in movies. He never thought it could happen in real life.
Facing such a fearsome individual as Ding Fan, where could the Tattooed Man dare to linger? He turned to run.
But as he turned and hadn't even taken two steps, Ding Fan had already grabbed the Tattooed Man like picking up a chicken.
"Help... what are you cops doing, just eating your salaries? Can't you see I'm being beaten? Come and save me!"
As Ding Fan picked him up, the Tattooed Man was so frightened he felt like he was losing his soul. He clearly remembered being thrown down like a dead dog by Ding Fan before.
The police had been waiting for the Tattooed Man to learn his lesson before helping, but now that he was calling for help, how could they ignore him?
Regardless, he was a citizen of Huaxia Country after all, and it was their duty to protect the safety of every citizen.
However, before these officers could get to him, Ding Fan threw a red booklet their way. The officer who caught the booklet was stunned for a moment after opening it and looking inside, then he jogged directly to the team leader and handed it over.
The team leader took the red booklet, glanced at its contents, and quickly instructed his subordinates, "Maintain formation, nobody move forward."
Serving as police in Yanjing, they were no strangers to such things. The red booklet displayed the numbers 3567 and a military rank of major.
The military was outside their jurisdiction, let alone someone from the 3567 Group.
With the team leader's order, the situation took on an eerie calm, with the thrashed thugs lying around Ding Fan, who was holding the Tattooed Man as if picking up a small chicken.
The surrounding police stood guard as if shielding Ding Fan, not daring to take a step forward.
Not a fool himself, the Tattooed Man realized that after Ding Fan had thrown the red booklet, nobody dared approach. This clearly meant Ding Fan had an impressive background.
The Tattooed Man no longer sought help from the police. "Bro, I was wrong, I was really wrong! Stop hitting me..."
Bang... Before the Tattooed Man could finish speaking, Ding Fan's fist smashed down directly, hitting the Tattooed Man's nose. Instantly, his nose burst, and blood covered his face...
"Bro, I was wrong..."
Bang... Ding Fan didn't care about the other's pleas, continuing to hit the Tattooed Man punch after punch.
At that moment, a Honda Bully stopped beside the police formation. A fat man with a big gold chain stepped out of the vehicle.
Noticing the thugs beaten to the ground and unable to get up, the man paused, then seeing the Tattooed Man being held and beaten by Ding Fan, he immediately approached the team leader of the police.
"Who's in charge here? My son is being beaten up, didn't you see?"
The team leader recognized the newcomer right away—it was the notorious Jin Daya of Yanjing.
The team leader wasted no words and threw Ding Fan's red booklet into Jin Daya's hands.
After Jin Daya read the booklet, his body started to tremble violently.
"This ****ing kid, how did he manage to offend such a powerful figure..."