Inside the white van, the burly men's eyes turned dangerous as they stared fixedly at the unfamiliar young man in the back seat.
"Little bro, you you… you aren't drunk, are you? How are you talking nonsense in broad daylight?"
"What assassins? What mercenaries? We're just ordinary law-abiding citizens!"
"I suggest you get out of the car right now. It's best not to just hop into a stranger's car—it's easy for something bad to happen..."
"......"
The bald brute in the driver's seat was the first to react. Seeing the newcomer was just a skinny young guy, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he sneered threateningly.
These people lived a life of licking blood off the blade overseas; killing was as routine as eating for them—how could they possibly take a brat like this seriously?
The only reason they hadn't acted yet was because they were considering that something abnormal must be up, and were worried there might be an ambush nearby.....
"So much nonsense."
In the back seat, Su Fan frowned, looking a bit impatient.
Seeing that.
The scar-faced brute sitting beside him was displeased, and reached out to grab the neck of this fool who didn't know how to live or die.
"Kid, what kind of attitude is that? Do you know who we are?"
"Suicidal bastard! I'll let you feel pain real good right now! You—"
"........"
Before the scar-faced man could finish, Su Fan's face turned cold as he struck without hesitation.
His right hand formed into a claw, like an eagle's talon, kicking up a sharp gust of force—then in the blink of an eye, it clamped onto the scar-faced man's throat.
With just a little pressure, there was a crack, and his Adam's apple was crushed outright.
Pfft—
The scar-faced man spat blood and slumped limply into the back seat, his hands hanging weakly, the light in his eyes rapidly fading.
"Ah—what?!"
The sudden change made the remaining two brutes in the van go from wary, to blank, to horrified.
The scar-faced man's strength was on par with theirs, yet he'd been casually killed barehanded in an instant by this young man.
That alone proved how terrifying this guy was—dealing with them would likely be just as effortless.....
Silent~~~~
Inside the van, the atmosphere became extremely eerie—so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Aside from Su Fan, whose expression remained calm.
The two brutes in the front row didn't dare even breathe loudly, frozen in their seats at a loss.
Finally, the bald man in the driver's seat forced down his fear, his gaze flickering uncertainly as he looked at Su Fan.
"Who are you, sir? Why did you lay hands on people from the [Mad Lion Mercenary Group]?"
At this point, the bald man could only bring up their background, trying to use it to intimidate Su Fan.
"Mad Lion? Mercenary group? So, you're mercenaries?"
"Someone hired you to kidnap those two? For the sake of those prescriptions?"
"......."
Su Fan had once been arranged by his eldest master to train on overseas battlefields.
So, with only a few short lines, he was able to roughly infer why these people were targeting his sister and them.
Thinking of this, icy killing intent flashed through Su Fan's eyes. The way he looked at the two in the front was like he was looking at two corpses.
All under heaven bustle for profit; all under heaven scramble for gain.
Ever since Lin Xuan that kid had somehow gotten hold of a prescription that even surprised Su Fan a little, Su Fan had had a feeling—he had predicted this day would come.
Now that the other party had become his brother-in-law, Su Fan naturally had to ensure his safety. He didn't want his sister to become a widow just days after getting married.
.......
"How many people did you bring this time? Where are the others?"
"Exactly how many forces have their eyes on the Su family?"
"I don't care what kind of stray cats or dogs you are—hurry up and confess the intel I want, clearly....."
"If you do, maybe I'll be merciful and let you die a little faster!"
"......."
Su Fan's expression was flat, as if he were talking about something trivial, and he didn't take the background they'd thrown out seriously at all.
Although it had been a while since he left the overseas battlefield.
He'd still heard of the major top-ranking forces back then, and there had been no such thing as the [Mad Lion Mercenary Group] among them.
Meaning this so-called Mad Lion....
Was actually nothing but third-rate trash, not even qualified to have its name remembered—completely not worth fearing.
On the other side.
Hearing Su Fan's wildly arrogant words, not putting their biggest backer in his eyes at all.
The two mercenaries' faces turned ugly, flames of anger flashing in their eyes.
Arrogant—far too arrogant and overbearing!!!
Their [Mad Lion Mercenary Group] was a newly risen top-ten force overseas, with 300 brothers who'd been through life and death, and every one of them was equipped with guns and ammunition. Who would dare provoke them lightly in normal times?!
Countless brothers—including themselves—were proud to be members of the [Mad Lion Mercenary Group]. How could they allow an outsider to belittle their 'glory' like this?!
If this were any other time, anyone who dared to say such things....
They would've long since sent him to meet the King of Hell!!!
But right now.
The scar-faced man's corpse was still slumped in the back seat, constantly warning them that the man in front of them was very likely a martial artist.
If they fought, the ones who died would probably be them.
So, the two men had sweat on their foreheads. Neither dared act rashly, and they could only keep trying to intimidate Su Fan.
........
"Sir, we know you're a martial arts expert. Maybe we aren't your match."
"But our [Mad Lion Mercenary Group] is always united. If you touch us, you could be retaliated against at any time by 300 brothers in our group."
"Martial artists have limits. You might fight one against ten, but you can't possibly fight one against a hundred, right? What's more, we also have high-lethality weapons......"
"......"
The bald brute was neither servile nor overbearing, but every word was laced with threat.
Though he was a worldly man and didn't know much about the martial world.
He still understood how difficult martial cultivation was—many people spent their whole lives, and even when they were old and frail, still couldn't break through, only despairingly treading in place.
That was also why martial artists were extremely rare.....
And Su Fan looked at most in his twenties. At such a young age, even if he were a prodigy, at best he'd only just stepped into inner force.
Even if that strength was enough to crush ordinary people, against a crowd of fully armed fighters, he'd still be finished.
You could put it this way....
All fear comes from insufficient firepower.
In front of guns and cannons, below grandmaster level, all are ants—no matter how strong you are, you can't withstand bullets.
Of course, what gave the bald brute such strong confidence wasn't only the powerful force behind him.....
"Sir, I'll tell you the truth. This time, the people from our [Mad Lion Mercenary Group] are all elites."
"Our leader is also here in person. He's an inner-strength great-completion martial artist. A low-level inner-strength beginner like you—our leader would kill you like slaughtering a dog."
"If you know what's good for you, get out of the car and leave right now, and swear you'll never interfere in our mercenary group's affairs again."
"Then our [Mad Lion Mercenary Group] can pretend we never met, and we won't retaliate against you. What do you say?"
"......"
The bald brute bared his teeth in a cold sneer. The more he spoke, the more confident he became, feeling it would be easy as hell to crush this young man as long as their leader backed them up.
After all, as a fellow martial artist, the other party should know best how huge the gap in strength was between him and their leader......
"Heh… inner-strength great-completion? What's the difference between that and trash?"
"A bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well."
Looking at the bald brute's confident, 'sure-win' expression, even with Su Fan's indifferent temperament, he couldn't help but feel amused.
Hearing that, the flat-top man in the passenger seat couldn't help glaring angrily at Su Fan.
He had always treated their leader as an idol—how could he allow anyone to insult him?!
"Bastard, are you looking down on our gro—crack!!!"
The flat-top man was just about to explode when Su Fan, faster than lightning, pressed down on his head and gave it a 180° twist.....
"Enough! My patience has basically been used up by you."
"Shut up right now, and then take me to see your so-called damn leader!"
"If you make me hear one more word of nonsense, you can die too!"
"........"
Seeing the horrifying deaths of his companions, hearing the devilish whisper in his ear, the bald brute's breathing quickened and his whole body trembled.
He didn't dare say a single extra word. Trembling with fear, he started the van and slammed the accelerator.
Vroooom——
As the van started moving, Su Fan slowly leaned back in the rear seat, closing his eyes to rest.
He didn't pay the slightest attention to the bald brute in the driver's seat, who was shooting him a resentful look through the rearview mirror.
"This bastard—he dared kill my [Mad Lion] brothers. You're dead for sure!!!"
"Once we reach the destination and the leader takes you down..... I'll make sure to tear you to pieces!!!"
"......."
As if he'd thought of something, the bald brute curled the corner of his mouth into a silent sneer.
At the same time, his peripheral vision flicked toward the walkie-talkie at the front of the car that was currently connected in communication, and the arc of his grin grew wider.
The moment he realized things were off, he had secretly opened the channel to the leader.
Now the other side already knew everything and would definitely lay down a net of heaven and earth.
That fool in the back seat who didn't know how to live or die would have no chance to escape when the time came.....
Thinking this, the bald brute sneered again and again in his heart, flooring the gas. He couldn't wait to see Su Fan kneel and beg for mercy.....
........
Half an hour later.
The van arrived in a deserted suburban area, driving straight into an abandoned, rundown livestock farm.
This was the [Mad Lion Mercenary Group]'s temporary stronghold.
The moment the vehicle stopped, the bald brute bolted out, leaving Su Fan in the back seat to slowly open his eyes.
Da-da-da——
In just a moment, more than a dozen fully armed, vicious-looking mercenaries rushed out from corners all around.
They surrounded the van and pointed all kinds of firearms straight at Su Fan in the back seat, their eyes mocking, like they were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Little did they know Su Fan was also observing them. After sweeping his gaze over the [Mad Lion] emblem on their green uniforms....
Su Fan's mouth crooked, and he smiled.
Good—this is the right place....
And this place is remote. No need to worry about too much. Good. Very good....
"You killed two members of my [Mad Lion Mercenary Group]. How do you want to die?"
At that moment, a hoarse voice sounded inside the car.
Su Fan turned his head to look; the sound source was the walkie-talkie at the front of the van.
He wasn't surprised.
He had noticed the bald brute's little moves earlier.
But in order to make that so-called leader think he had victory in hand, preventing him from running, Su Fan simply hadn't exposed it.
"I heard your mercenary group has 300 people? Aside from the trash here, the rest are overseas, right!"
"What a hassle. After dealing with you, I'll still have to send people specifically to wipe out your mercenary group. Sigh, what a hassle...."
"........"
Faced with Su Fan's completely off-script way of answering.
Even the leader, who had seen plenty of storms, froze for a moment, and the inside of the car fell into silence.
......
"Just who are you, really? You want to wipe out my [Mad Lion Mercenary Group]?"
"Idiot! Even daydreaming has to have limits! Overseas, aside from a small handful of forces, who dares claim they can wipe out my mercenary group?"
"Don't tell me you're some illegitimate son of those forces? Heh..."
"Even if you really are… this kind of large-scale operation that wipes out groups at the drop of a hat—I don't believe you have the ability to mobilize it."
"Hmph, a kid bluffing with empty show!"
"What, you think I'll be scared by you and not dare touch you? Stupid, naive, hahaha...."
"......."
From the other end of the walkie-talkie came arrogant laughter.
Beep beep beep—
Su Fan didn't bother responding to an ant's ridicule. He silently took out his phone and dialed a number.
Very quickly, the call connected, and an excited shout came from the other side:
"Hall Master. You finally agreed to contact us! Could it be you've already taken your revenge and are preparing to return to the Tiansha Hall?"