Chapter 105

"Are you Lin Dongfan?"

This big gold chain guy must have watched too many Hong Kong films; not only did he wax his hair, he gave himself a slicked-back boss look, and he also learned from the big shots to throw on a Hong‑Kong‑Taiwan‑mail‑order overcoat.

But he tilted his head and looked down his nose at people.

He also had the air of a street‑wise thug who deserved a beating.

You should trim your nose hair; it's getting a bit long.

Faced with this disgusting sight, Lin Dongfan restrained himself from throwing a Rising Dragon Fist, not because the guy had four lackeys behind him, but because the law shows no mercy and leaves only a record; the Rising Dragon Fist must strike a legal loophole.

Before he made a move.

Lin Dongfan shifted his stance to in front of his beloved car, which had a dashcam; looking back, he could prove what it meant to legally take someone down.

The big gold chain guy was still stuck on the nose‑hair issue.

His nose‑picking motion could rival that of someone picking their nose on a stone bridge, but he was even rougher; when he felt his nose hair was indeed a bit long, he pinched it and yanked hard.

The thick, long nose hair stuck to the tip of his thumb.

He flicked it twice, but it wouldn't come off; no matter, he wiped his thumb on his butt and it was clean. Lin Dongfan thus concluded that his Armani pants were definitely knockoffs.

He guessed the big dog‑chain around his neck was also a nine‑yuan‑mail‑order gold‑plated product.

Seeing the big gold chain guy walk toward him,

Lin Dongfan steadied himself and asked, "What do you want?"

"Kid, you're pretty arrogant! Do you even know who you've offended?" the big gold chain guy arrogantly shoved Lin Dongfan, who ended up with his backside against the car's front.

Lin Dongfan patted his collar, possibly contaminated with nose‑germs.

He timely issued a warning: "I'm warning you, don't lay a hand on me!"

"Heh, this kid's warning me—did you hear that? This damn bastard actually dares to warn me."

The big gold chain guy showed off his "two‑cocks" attribute to his nearby brothers.

From the crowd's reckless smiles you could see:

The "two‑cocks" attribute is indeed highly contagious within a certain specific group.

The big gold chain guy shrugged, settled his coat, and laughed at Lin Dongfan: "Damn it, you weren't saying you wanted to take care of Elder Sister Gao together? Elder Sister Gao wants to grant you your wish."

Elder Sister Gao?

Lin Dongfan thought for a moment and then understood what was going on.

No doubt about it.

This so‑called Elder Sister Gao is actually the older sister of Secretary Gao, a wealthy woman in her fifties! Today's stunt is surely the work of Li Hengbo stirring up trouble.

Lin Dongfan patiently replied, "I have no grudge against Elder Sister Gao and have never provoked her. Go tell her to beware of petty people and not let them use her."

"You call that having no grudge?!"

The big gold chain guy shoved Lin Dongfan again with a palm.

Tilting his head, he shouted:

"You say Elder Sister Gao is being used by petty people, which means you're saying she's blind and her brain doesn't work!"

"Damn it, don't think that just because you've read a few years of books I can't tell you're insulting me in a roundabout way."

"I've even worked as a security guard at an elementary school gate!"

This upside‑down logic and outrageous pride left Lin Dongfan speechless.

Lin Dongfan patted his chest and said, "I'm warning you again—don't lay a hand on me."

"You're afraid of getting beaten, right?"

Because his shoulder was a bit slanted, his coat kept slipping, so the big gold chain guy shrugged again.

After adjusting his coat into place,

The big gold chain guy then pointed to his own SUV and ordered Lin Dongfan: "Get in the car willingly and come with me for a ride—don't make me teach you how to write a big‑cry character."

"I don't have time to teach you how to write a crying character—get lost."

"What did you say?"

"Ge Wu'en—get lost!"

Saying this, the big gold chain guy waved both hands and shouted loudly: "Come on!"

The four misshapen melons and cracked dates behind him immediately surged forward like they'd been injected with chicken blood, their momentum spot on, only their punching speed was a bit slow.

Their strength was lacking too, like they hadn't eaten.

They're just lacking training!

Lin Dongfan truly didn't expect them to be so fragile—one punch, one misshapen melon, and in less than ten seconds the four lousy melons and dates were lying on the ground wailing.

He didn't know whether they couldn't get up or dared not to.

Lin Dongfan shook his head in disappointment.

He then turned his gaze to the big gold chain guy: "Why aren't you going up?"

"Big brother, I'm afraid of pain."

Seeing his four lackeys killed in an instant, the big gold chain guy was so scared he couldn't move his legs, and at least half of his three souls and seven spirits had already crossed the Bridge of Helplessness.

Seeing four subordinates being instantly killed, Da Jinlianzi had already been scared stiff, unable to move his legs; at least half of his three souls and seven spirits had already crossed the Bridge of Helplessness.

I never thought this guy could fight so well.

His punching technique, angle, and power clearly showed he was a trained fighter; with that ability, even calling four more brothers wouldn't be enough to take him down.

He couldn't dwell on it; the more he thought, the more he fell apart.

Whether it was from shivering or not, his coat had slipped to the ground and the big gold chain guy didn't bother to pick it up.

He raised his arm and wiped away a cold sweat: "Big… big brother, do you think today could possibly be a misunderstanding? There must be some misunderstanding in here…"

He lifted his arm and wiped away a cold sweat: "Big... big brother, you say today could it possibly be a misunderstanding? There must be some misunderstanding in here..."

No misunderstanding.

Lin Dongfan clenched his right fist and blew out a breath.

Yan Su sternly corrected Da Jinlianzi's mistaken notion: 'The crying character has no upper or lower case; it's the dog radical! It's like a dog lying on the ground howling. Did you learn it?'

"Big brother, your fist is hard, you decide."

Da Jinlianzi's legs went weak, and he flopped to the ground like a Tibetan Mastiff whose spirit had suffered a heavy blow.

He stubbornly howled twice.

Then he lifted his head and asked Lin Dongfan, 'Big brother, is this right?'

"Not right, that sounds a bit like a wolf's howl." Lin Dongfan frowned disappointedly.

"Woof woof!"

Da Jinlianzi learned two more dog sounds.

Lying on the ground with teary eyes, he looked up at Lin Dongfan and said, 'Big brother, I've really learned how to write the uppercase crying character this time: two mouths on top, two mouths on bottom, and a field dog in the middle—right?'

"The crying character is the dog radical."

"Exactly, the dog radical forms the base, with two mouths above and two below; no matter which direction you look from, you can only open your mouth to cry—howling, the uppercase crying character."

"Alright, take your perfect answer sheet and get lost—don't tell anyone I taught you how to write the crying character."

"Thanks, bro."

Da Jinlianzi kowtowed twice to Lin Dongfan, then scrambled up and ran; his panicked escape was like a puppy seeing a tiger in the mountains.

The four melon-and-date-shaped lumps lying on the ground playing dead also got up at that moment.

After getting in the car.

The still‑shaken Da Jinlian, nervous enough to pull out several tissues, wiped a cold sweat from his forehead: 'He's definitely trained—this isn't the strength an ordinary person should have…'

"Brother Leopard, should we call a few more brothers over?"

The little brother sitting in the passenger seat turned his head to look at Da Jinlianzi in the back row.

Da Jinlianzi angrily kicked the passenger seat's backrest.

He kicked four or five times: 'You can't even last ten seconds—this is a case of the more you come, the more you fall flat! You can't even handle this simple social question? Damn, you're idiots! Do you want me to cry again? Speak! Do you want to see me make a fool of myself? Today's medical expenses aren't going to be reimbursed…'

"Brother Leopard, I was wrong—I'll pay the medical fees myself."

The little brother, his heart pounding from the kick, truly worried that Brother Leopard would jump up and smack him on the head if he didn't repent.

Meanwhile.

Lin Dongfan returned to his car, pulled out his phone, and sent a message to Shang Keqing: 'Gao Lu sent people to ambush me halfway—watch out, she might retaliate against you.'