Chapter 333: The Brothers Misunderstand Lord Fan Again

Bang! Bang! Bang! ……

The sound of the fire axe chopping the door panel, each strike fiercer than the last.

I have to say, the building materials of Qingguo Club are top‑notch, actually holding up until now. If it were an ordinary household's door panel, there'd be no need to chop it so many times.

The hole in the door panel kept getting bigger.

Lin Dongfan turned and pulled Sun Zhiqing, who was sitting on the sofa waiting to die, to her feet: "Go hide in the restroom first, don't come out."

"You really want to fight them to the death?"

Human psychology is truly complicated, changing loyalties like morning Qin, evening Chu, one moment this, the next that,

Although Sun Zhiqing had long been desperate, her heart as cold as ashes.

But when Lin Dongfan pulled her up from the sofa and told her to hide in the restroom, she felt a little moved, hoping for a miracle.

She wanted to see if Lin Dongfan could really take on ten opponents alone.

She stared intently into Lin Dongfan's eyes: "I won't hide; I can guard your rear so no one can sneak attack you from behind."

"Suit yourself."

There's no time left; I don't have the leisure to nag her.

A bodyguard had already thrust his hand through the door hole, trying to unlock it from inside. Lin Dongfan casually picked up the crystal ashtray on the table and smashed it hard onto the back of his hand.

Oh wuu!!!

Accompanied by a soul‑shaking scream, that hand instantly retracted.

From outside came the bodyguard's roar: "You Lin‑surname bastard, you have no martial ethics! This is a sneak attack—if you've got guts, come out and fight me one‑on‑one!"

"You're the one with a swelling—your whole family has tumors!"

Lin Dongfan stood guard by the door hole with the ashtray, ready to strike: if a hand reached in, he'd smash the hand; if a head poked in, he'd smash the head.

Outside the bodyguard bellowed again: "Your brain's not working, huh? I said that swelling! I said that seed!"

"Come on, stick your head in, let me see if your brain works."

Lin Dongfan held the ashtray aloft, braced and ready.

At that moment Sun Zhiqing handed over an electric baton about half a meter long: "Use this."

"How do you have this thing?" Lin Dongfan stared at Sun Zhiqing, wondering if she had been hiding it from the start to use against him.

He hadn't expected his guess to be spot‑on.

Sun Zhiqing said: "It's for anti‑wolf defense."

"Awesome! You use this."

"Wolves be wolves, Lin Dongfan was truly thrilled by this surprise—having this weapon, taking on ten foes alone is no problem, no need to wait for reinforcements."

Lin Dongfan swapped the ashtray in his hand for Sun Zhiqing's anti‑wolf electric baton.

He continued to defend the door hole to the death.

He shouted outward: "Who was the idiot who just said his brain works? Stick your brain in here and I'll give you a free check‑up."

"Damn, you wait for me!"

The bodyguard who had just been smashed obviously hadn't realized Lin Dongfan had switched weapons.

To take revenge.

He put on a motorcycle helmet, prepared to lower his head and bend his waist to crawl through the door hole, aiming to seize control! In front of Steward Qin he would earn a notable merit, bringing glory to his ancestors.

His head had just poked in.

Lin Dongfan jabbed the electric baton at his neck; the current discharged, making his whole body shake like a sieve, and he couldn't hold on for more than three seconds before hanging in the door hole.

"Such an embarrassing sight—quick, drag him out!"

As soon as Qin Songde's curses rang out outside, someone grabbed the legs of the electrocuted bodyguard and dragged him out like a dead dog.

Lin Dongfan laughed and jeered: "Old dog Qin, your lackey's no good—why don't you personally stick your head in for a free check‑up?"

"Don't get cocky—I have ten thousand ways to kill you!"

Qin Songde certainly wouldn't personally crawl into the hole; he had someone bring a bucket of 92‑octane gasoline, scoop it with a plastic spoon, and pour it into the hole.

"Pour more! Pour even more!"

Following Qin Songde's furious order, gasoline flowed all over the private room's floor.

The fire attack was imminent!

Qin Songde warned through the door: "Lin surname, I give you one last chance—kill Sun Zhiqing right now, or you'll both go report to the underworld together!"

"You scared me—don't rush the fire, let me think for two minutes."

At this critical moment, Lin Dongfan remained as calm as ever.

He took Sun Zhiqing over and whispered in her ear: "Go open the restroom door, and the ventilation window inside."

"Mm."

Sun Zhiqing thought Lin Dongfan planned to escape through the restroom's small window, so she hurried to the restroom to carry out the order.

In fact, Lin Dongfan had never even considered fleeing.

Lin Dongfan turned on the private room's sound system, cranked the volume to max, then picked up the microphone and tested it: "Hey, hey hey…"

As expected of Qingguo Club, the sound system's quality is excellent.

Outside came Qin Songde's reply: "My ears aren't deaf, I don't need a microphone to talk to you. You have two minutes left—32 seconds—are you going to do her or not?"

"Do it!!!"

That roar was Lin Dongfan shouting into the microphone.

The earth‑shaking sound rivaled a movie blockbuster, like a battle‑scarred general charging ahead of a hundred‑thousand troops on a tall steed, shouting as he drew his sword—"Kill!"

Outside Qingguo Club.

Xie Xiaofeng, worried about the loss of contact, heard the sound and glanced at the small window on the club's outer wall: "Old Ba, did you hear anything just now?"

Sounds like Fan Ge's voice—damn!

Lao Ba also gazed up at the small window on the second floor, feeling Fan Ge was truly outrageous this time—having taken a young married woman, he'd just tossed the brothers outside and left them, without even a word of explanation.

Lao Ba couldn't help but laugh and say: "Captain, do you think Fan Ge forgot to wear a condom again this time?"

"What did he just say—damn?" Xie Xiaofeng wondered deeply.

Lao Ba, putting on the airs of a common Jianghu folk, smiled and commented: "If he doesn't shout 'damn', would he shout 'fuck me'? That doesn't fit the style of a true gentleman."

"No, this doesn't seem right..." Xie Xiaofeng again looked up at the small window on the second floor: "Fan Ge's been up there for over an hour, right? That little thing in bed, he couldn't keep it going that long."

"Then what is he shouting about?"

Lao Ba was also confused.

Just as the two of them were gazing up at the small window on the second floor, puzzling over it.

The small window again transmitted a shout: "Deaf? Come in!"

In an instant, Xie Xiaofeng's face changed drastically: "Holy shit! Fan Ge is in danger!" He sprang forward and rushed toward the main gate of the Green Fruit Club.

"Fan Ge, hold on, we're coming!"

Lao Ba cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted toward the small window on the second floor, and the next second he also rushed into the Green Fruit Club.

The two bodyguards guarding the main gate.

One of the bodyguards was kicked several meters away by the charging Xie Xiaofeng; the other swung a punch at Xie Xiaofeng's head, which Xie Xiaofeng dodged by turning his head.

Before he could throw a second punch, Xie Xiaofeng had already reversed his grip on the man's right arm and drove his knee into the abdomen.

At the same time.

In the private room on the second floor, a strong smell of gasoline permeated the air.

The floor was covered in gasoline.

Qin Songde, standing outside the door, obviously didn't realize that Lin Dongfan's shout of "Deaf? Come in!" was a command sent to the outside.

He simply thought Lin Dongfan was provoking him.

Qin Songde, holding a lighter in his hand, shouted through the door at Lin Dongfan: "I'm not deaf at all, and I won't go in, but I'll gladly give you a lighter."

As soon as his words fell, he threw the lighter in his hand into the doorway.