Chapter 57: The Storm Approaches

Fixing his gaze on Duan Wei, Yang Fan slowly walked over. Duan Wei’s legs were already trembling with fear, his expression filled with terror.

Over a hundred men lay before him, all taken down by Yang Fan. The thought that he might be next, that Yang Fan would beat him senseless, filled Duan Wei with dread.

“What, lost your nerve?” Yang Fan approached step by step, the aura radiating from him pressing mercilessly on Duan Wei’s heart. To Duan Wei, this man seemed ruthless and utterly merciless.

“Let me tell you, if you cross me, you’ll regret it,” Duan Wei threatened, but his voice quavered.

“Even if your father came here himself, he couldn’t save you,” Yang Fan replied coldly, his tone devoid of compassion. For people like Duan Wei, only a harsh lesson would teach them a thing or two about consequences.

Seeing that Yang Fan had no intention of letting him go, Duan Wei was plunged into despair. He quickly began to beg for mercy. “I know I was wrong! Let me go, I’ll pay you—any amount you want!”

He had no thoughts of escape; he knew it was impossible. To save himself, begging was his only option.

Yang Fan stopped in front of Duan Wei, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smile. Meeting Yang Fan’s terrifying glare, Duan Wei let out a shriek and tried to get up and run, but before he could take a step, Yang Fan kicked him to the ground.

A howl of pain escaped Duan Wei as he fell. Yang Fan grabbed him with one hand and began to slap him mercilessly. Duan Wei screamed as though being slaughtered, his face swelling, teeth flying. Yang Fan showed no reaction to his pleas, only continued his ruthless assault.

Only when satisfied did Yang Fan finally stop.

After returning to the school’s security office, Ma Zi remained gripped by fear, not daring to call the police. He was terrified of retaliation—after all, these people were not ordinary, and as a mere security guard, he could not afford to provoke them. As for Yang Fan, Ma Zi could only pray he wouldn’t be beaten to death.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, but he simply lacked the ability.

Just then, Ma Zi saw Yang Fan approaching from a distance, unharmed and composed.

“What happened?” Seeing Yang Fan return unscathed, Ma Zi was filled with confusion. Knowing Duan Wei’s character, he doubted Yang Fan would be let off so easily, yet here he was, perfectly fine.

There had been over a hundred men, all wielding iron rods and other weapons.

“Yang Jian, are you alright?” Ma Zi hurried to Yang Fan’s side, his tone full of concern. He looked Yang Fan up and down but found not a single scratch.

“I’m fine,” Yang Fan replied with a dismissive wave. To him, no matter how many men there were, they were just ordinary mortals. If not for his concern about the police, he would have killed them all. But for now, he didn’t yet have the power to make others truly fear him.

“What about those guys?” Ma Zi asked, puzzled.

“They’re still there,” Yang Fan answered indifferently.

This only deepened Ma Zi’s confusion. He wanted to go take a look, but didn’t have the courage. He knew Yang Fan could fight, but to take on more than a hundred men single-handedly?

Yet, Yang Fan was completely unharmed.

“Did you really take them all down by yourself?” Ma Zi looked at Yang Fan with awe and disbelief.

“It was just a light lesson,” Yang Fan replied coolly.

Ma Zi was speechless. A light lesson? Against over a hundred men? He couldn’t quite believe it, but in his heart, he now saw Yang Fan as someone truly formidable.

“Yang Jian, I think you’d better leave the school for a while,” Ma Zi suggested after some thought, wanting to remind him.

“It’s nothing,” Yang Fan replied calmly.

Seeing Yang Fan’s serenity, Ma Zi grew more and more curious. Did Yang Jian have some powerful force backing him, that he could be so unconcerned?

Since Yang Fan wasn’t worried, Ma Zi said no more. After all, it didn’t concern him—so long as he wasn’t implicated, that was enough.

The next day—

In a private room of a restaurant, Zhao Yi was dining with friends.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open with a loud bang, and five burly men in black stormed in.

Startled, Zhao Yi was about to curse, but when he saw the fierce faces of the intruders, the words stuck in his throat.

“Who… who are you? What do you want?” Zhao Yi asked nervously, eyeing the five men with fear. He did not know them, nor could he guess their intentions.

A robust young man stepped forward and stood before Zhao Yi. “Director Zhao, I just need you to do me a little favor,” Yan Duanyong said, his gaze intimidating.

“I don’t know who you are!” Zhao Yi replied, fear etched across his face. These men clearly meant no good.

“Director Zhao, I want you to call someone here. I hope you’ll cooperate,” Duanyong threatened, “If you don’t, I can’t guarantee you’ll walk out of here unscathed.”

“Who do you want to see?” Zhao Yi asked, panic in his eyes.

“The one I want is named Yang Fan. Call him here,” Duanyong ordered.

Hearing the name, Zhao Yi immediately understood what was going on. These men were clearly looking for trouble with Yang Fan. But for the sake of his own safety, he complied—he didn’t want any trouble, especially not with these men.