水蜜桃实验室

When the third brother finally found Brother Long through the contact, he told him everything that had happened to him. Brother Long didn’t say a word, and on a dark and windy night, he broke both legs of his boss, and the wife who had cuckolded him was also designed by him to be beaten half to death directly by the boss’s original spouse.

From then on, the third brother followed Brother Long. With the third brother, who was educated, strategic, and understood finances by his side, Brother Long’s power inflated significantly. Within a few years, he had subdued several forces, fought and won over a dozen battles, large and small, and had already secured the title of big brother over Jiangtan Road, even vaguely eyeing the position of overlord in the western part of Zhonghai City.

And the finances of Brother Long’s gang were entirely managed by the third brother, who took his role as steward very seriously, much more so than when he was just moving bricks on the construction site. Under Brother Long’s wing, he felt this was the life for him.

Checking his phone and after confirming the transfer through mobile banking, the third brother said confidently to Brother Long, “Brother Long, the one hundred thousand has been transferred.”

“Good, after we’ve taught that kid a lesson, there’s another one hundred and fifty thousand in it for us, don’t forget,” Brother Long instructed the third brother.

“Understood,” replied the third brother, thinking to himself that just one outing was bringing in two hundred and fifty thousand, following Brother Long was indeed the right choice.

At that moment, Dongzi also came carrying a large bag filled with drinks. He respectfully handed a bottle of M-drive to Brother Long, then took out the bag and distributed the rest of the drinks to everyone.

The men sat in the pavilion, sipping on their chilled drinks, comfortably boasting to one another.

A few tourists passed by and, seeing a group of fierce and evil-looking brutes in the pavilion, they quickly scurried away, regardless of the scorching sun overhead.

Meanwhile, Xu Fan and his three companions finally approached the entrance of the Tiger Garden after walking for half a day.

Tongtong could already see the grand, tiger-head shaped gate of Tiger Garden from the outside. Excited, she shook Xu Yixue wildly, “Haha, Tongtong is going to see tigers, roar, roar.”

Xu Fan looked at Tongtong’s happy face and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Just as the four of them were about to enter the Tiger Garden, suddenly four burly men in tight black shirts came running up from behind.

The muscular men approached Xu Fan, eyeing him unpleasantly for a moment before their gazes landed on Ye Xiaoning and Xu Yixue, and they couldn’t look away.

“Wow, super beauties! They’re ten times prettier than the top girl, Huahua, from Night Castle.”

“Damn! Such beautiful girls not dancing at Night Castle is simply a waste…”

“Beauties, have you seen a group of two women, a man, and a little girl pass by? How about you add us on WeChat first?”

“Eh? Two women, a little girl, one skinny man. Isn’t that exactly them right in front of us?” One of the brutes suddenly slapped his forehead and understood.

“Damn, the ones the boss is looking for are these people; the boss’s taste is getting higher and higher.”

“Beauties, our Brother Long wants to have a word with you. Come with us,” they said frivolously, whistling toward Xu Yixue with no inhibition.

“Daddy… who are these people? Tongtong is so scared.” Tongtong, seeing someone brazenly scrutinizing Xu Yixue and Ye Xiaoning, spoke to Xu Fan with a bit of fear.

“Don’t be afraid, Tongtong, let Dad handle them.” Xu Fan gently touched Tongtong’s little head, then shifted his stance to stand protectively in front of Xu Yixue.

Ye Xiaoning, having heard the hoodlums’ words, was about to get angry, but seeing Xu Fan already positioned in front of her, she slowly stopped the foot she was about to step forward.

The mastery of Xu Fan’s skills was unknown to others, but she was well aware of it, which could be described in four words: “unfathomably profound.”

If a few street ruffians could easily threaten Xu Yixue, then there was no need for her, a former Phoenix special forces soldier, to consistently lose face in front of Xu Fan.

“Is there something you can’t say nicely?” Xu Fan said indifferently to the four burly men.

Tongtong had been exposed to more violent scenes recently, so Xu Fan also restrained himself a bit and if there was no conflict, he would try not to immediately resort to throwing punches.

“Haha, I’m talking to a beauty here, who the hell are you to butt in!” one of the big men said to Xu Fan with contempt.

“Hmpf! You meanie! Don’t you dare curse at my daddy!” Tongtong, hearing someone speak rudely to her dad, scrunched up her little face, pretending to be fiercely angry, and growled at the man with her childlike voice.

“Hahaha, Dongzi, you’re being scared by a kid, eh? Criticizing your lack of civility,” another laughed.

“Haha, the kid’s quite fierce, but her dad seems pretty cowardly, I wonder how such a softy managed to pair up with such a beautiful woman.”

“Beauty, the guy in front of you is quite soft, why don’t you follow me, Old Huang? I won’t say much else, but when it comes to being tough, I’m definitely this.” The ruffian gave a thumbs-up, his face leering at Xu Yixue.

“Oh, is that so? I’d like to see just how tough you are!” Xu Fan’s cold voice came through by the man’s ear.

Xu Fan was never the type to simply take insults without retaliating; it was just that he didn’t want Tongtong to see him constantly erupting with punches. However, these few seemed specifically to be looking for trouble, so it couldn’t be blamed on Xu Fan.

Xu Fan’s hand shot out like lightning, instantly grabbing the self-proclaimed “tough” Old Huang.

Old Huang, who was one meter eighty tall and weighted a full one hundred and eighty kilograms, was grasped by the slender Xu Fan at the neck and effortlessly lifted on the spot as if he were a little chick.

With his neck clutched by Xu Fan, Old Huang couldn’t even breathe, his face turning from red to purple with strain.

Xu Fan’s grip was like a vise, firmly holding him, leaving him unable to summon any strength. When he was spouting off earlier, he had never imagined that such a slim man as Xu Fan could possess such incredible strength.

His one hundred and eighty kilograms felt as light as a feather in Xu Fan’s hand.

Xu Fan’s foot kicked up in an instant, and he struck straight at the man’s crotch.

Everyone heard only a DUANG! sound.

And Old Huang doubled over like a shrimp, collapsing to the ground, with large beads of sweat rolling off his face, in so much pain that he couldn’t even make a sound.