Chapter 383: One versus three, a hundred percent chance to win!

"Stop!"

Lin Dongfan's call wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrative power, instantly overwhelming the scene's clamor.

Bystanders instinctively made way.

Lin Dongfan walked over calmly; although he wasn't wearing an administrative jacket today, his posture was straight and his gaze calm to an unsettling degree.

His sharp gaze swept over Balianqiang and the others, instantly igniting Balianqiang's anger.

Balianqiang sized up Lin Dongfan up and down, what an unfamiliar face, and he spoke with an out-of-town accent—this is just like lighting a lantern in a cesspool—looking for shit!

Balianqiang curled his lip, sneering: "Poke your mother! Where'd this good-for-nothing crawl out from? Want to pretend to be refined? Get lost! Don't interfere with my dad's work for the Dragon King!"

Lin Dongfan: "……???"

What the hell is this? Lin Dongfan didn't understand a word.

Lin Dongfan puzzledly asked Uncle Fu, "What language is he speaking?" Uncle Fu trembled with fear, not daring to speak, while Xiaoyu grabbed by the thugs was bolder.

Xiaoyu angrily translated: "He's insulting you."

Lin Dongfan was speechless again. The other guy was insulting people—do we even need to explain? Anyone knows he's insulting; I wanted to know what he was saying about me, but you left out the details that shouldn't be omitted.

This girl isn't suited to be a translator.

Lin Dongfan simply gave Balianqiang a taste of his own medicine: "You've read books, right? Please speak Mandarin."

"Get lost!" Balianqiang obviously didn't want to admit he lacked culture, emphasizing in broken Mandarin: "This is Shuige's turf—stop pretending to be cultured here!"

This time I finally understood—Shuige must be the local thug leader.

Following the principle that as a newcomer, a strong dragon doesn't crush the local snake.

Lin Dongfan calmly negotiated with Balianqiang Ge: "In broad daylight, bullying a girl like this isn't what a man should do—let her go."

"You motherfucker, do you want to meddle in other people's business?"

Balianqiang shoved Lin Dongfan with a palm, sending him stumbling back two steps.

Lin Dongfan patted his chest, still patiently negotiating: "I warn you, don't get physical! You can be arrogant, but I advise you not to test the limits of the law!"

"Law?"

Balianqiang seemed to have heard a huge joke, and he and his lackeys burst out laughing.

"In Haishan Shi, on Shuige's dock, Shuige is the law! What the hell are you? Dare to meddle in Shuige's affairs? If you don't scram, I'll take care of you too!"

Saying that, Balianqiang arrogantly shoved Lin Dongfan with a palm again.

If this were in Jianglan Province, Lin Dongfan would normally first take out his credentials, reveal his identity, and his position could deter most people.

But in Haishan Shi, showing credentials is useless; he might even end up as the next Liangwei.

Lin Dongfan calmly assessed Balianqiang opposite him and the two thugs beside him. One versus three—if he fought, his chance of winning should be a hundred percent.

The key point: Lin Dongfan saw Xiaoyu, seized by the thugs, looking helpless; her tear-filled eyes held a hint of pleading, longing to escape the thugs' abuse.

Uncle Fu, over sixty, was also resentful but silent, only destined to be beaten.

He simply couldn't protect his own granddaughter.

Lin Dongfan warned Balianqiang again: "I'm asking you one last time—will you release them or not?"

"Brothers, hear that? They're warning us!"

Balianqiang abruptly wiped the smile from his face, his eyes turning vicious, locking onto Lin Dongfan: "Since this salted fish is itching, don't just stand around—give him a good shaking!"

Upon hearing that, the two thugs beside him released Xiaoyu and advanced on Lin Dongfan.

Lin Dongfan pointed at them sternly: "What do you want? I warn you! Fists have no eyes—don't force a master's student to abandon scholarship for martial arts!"

"Damn! Pretending to be cultured again—hit him!"

Upon hearing the title "master's student," Balianqiang felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, because his childhood friend of the same age had also gotten into college, and back then they'd held a lavish celebration, the whole village rejoicing.

"Is being educated something to be proud of?"

Balianqiang flew into a rage, shouting at his lackeys: "Beat him to death! Kill this clueless salted fish! He doesn't even know the Dragon King's surname, yet he dares to act arrogant here!"

The words hadn't even finished.

One of the thugs had already gritted his teeth and launched a kick straight at Lin Dongfan's abdomen.

Lin Dongfan, already prepared, simply sidestepped and easily dodged the kick. Another thug ran to the fishing boat and picked up a large iron hook.

This iron hook, reeking of fish, is a tool fishermen use to haul in big sea fish.

"Damn it!"

"He actually brought a weapon!"

Seeing the hook coming his way, dishonorable, Lin Dongfan's anger flared—if he got caught, his life would be over today.

Lin Dongfan sidestepped to avoid the hook's attack, then swiftly counterattacked!

He grabbed the hook-wielder's arm, threw him over his shoulder to the ground, then pounded his head with fists, like striking a punching ball in a home gym.

In moments, the dishonorable thug was beaten to a bruised face, howling in pain.

"Damn!"

The guy who had missed his kick earlier, seeing his brother pinned by Lin Dongfan and beaten like a pig's head, grabbed a nearby folding chair and slammed it toward Lin Dongfan's back.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Dongfan quickly rolled forward, dodging the back attack, and meanwhile picked up a rust-streaked threaded steel rod about two feet long.

"Whoa!"

The wail eventually rang out, but it wasn't Lin Dongfan's—it was the dishonorable hook-wielder on the ground howling.

As Lin Dongfan dodged, the kicker's force didn't let up—the chair struck the hook-wielder.

The kicker jumped back, a black line of shock on his head: "Brother, this isn't my fault! Hold on, I'll get revenge for you!" He grabbed the folding chair again and swung it at Lin Dongfan.

"Trash!"

Lin Dongfan sidestepped to dodge.

Simultaneously counterattacking, the rust-streaked threaded steel rod in his hand struck the kicker's arm a second later, making him jerk back and drop the folding chair.

Lin Dongfan then launched a flurry of fierce blows, left then right, forcing Brother Chuo Kong to continually raise his hands to block and guard his head, utterly unable to fight back.

It only took a moment.

Brother Chuo Kong's two arms were already mottled blue and purple, covered in bloody marks, even the fine hairs on his arms trembling: 'Don't hit my head…'

"Good!"

Lin Dongfan kicked him away with one foot, saying that since he said he wouldn't hit the head, he wouldn't hit the head, stressing that he kept his word.

"You stinky salted fish, you sure can fight!"

Seeing his two underlings both incapacitated—one lying on the ground unable to get up, the other kicked away—Brother Ba Lian turned and ran toward the fish stall by the road.

The fish stall had a knife!

That was Brother Ba Lian's ideal weapon!

Before Brother Ba Lian could reach the fish stall, Lin Dongfan sprinted after him wildly, and hurled the threaded steel bar in his hand like a javelin on the track field.

Lin Dongfan had originally aimed for his buttocks.

Because the buttocks have plenty of flesh and contain no vital organs, even if it were pierced through with a bloody hole, it wouldn't be fatal.

Unexpectedly, his throwing skill was really poor.

He lost his aim.

The threaded steel bar struck not Brother Ba Lian's buttocks but his knee.

What a coincidence.

Brother Ba Lian's knee gave way, he collapsed on the spot, falling flat on his face. Since he was down, Lin Dongfan would certainly not give him a chance to get up.

Lin Dongfan lunged forward in a single step, planting a foot on his back: 'Don't move!'

"Damn it, dare to cause trouble on Brother Shui's turf—today you're dead!" Brother Ba Lian tried to push himself up, but the moment he exerted force, the foot on his back sank down sharply.

The force applied by that foot was terrifying, forcing him to crawl back to the ground.

Lin Dongfan braced his right elbow on his knee, bent forward, putting all his upper body weight onto the foot: 'You good-for-nothing scoundrels! What about that old man? People painstakingly go out to sea to fish, you lot block the shore collecting protection fees—who are you protecting? It's utterly lawless!'

Hearing Lin Dongfan say that, Uncle Fu felt both relieved and fearful.

The domineering Brother Ba Lian was finally stepped on and given a sound thrashing, which made Uncle Fu feel greatly relieved.

What made Uncle Fu fearful was that Brother Ba Lian would surely take frantic revenge.