Chapter 384

What the hell are you? Don't butt in here!

Although Scarface Qiang couldn't get up after being stepped on by Lin Dongfan, relying on being Shui Ge's lackey, he still shouted loudly.

Shui Ge, full name Zheng Sanshui, is the son of the Dragon King, Zheng Canghai.

In Haishan Shi, nobody with eyes dares to interfere in Zheng Sanshui's affairs. To break ground on Zheng Sanshui's head is tantamount to denying the Dragon King face, and one must pay the price.

Scarface Qiang strained to push up with his arms twice, but still couldn't lift himself.

Lin Dongfan had him firmly pinned face-down on the ground.

What terrifying leg power!

Realizing the opponent was an outsider, Scarface Qiang angrily roared: 'Do you even know who I am? I'm Shui Ge's man!'

'I don't care if you're Shui Ge or Earth Brother, I just ask: can this old man's protection fee be waived?'

Lin Dongfan propped himself on his elbow and knee, continually pressing down on Scarface Qiang. The slightest struggle from the other side, and he immediately increased pressure with his foot.

The taste of being stepped on left Scarface Qiang on the verge of collapse.

Mainly, it made him feel humiliated.

With so many fishermen around watching his embarrassment, when had he ever lost face like this? Before, as long as he shouted at the old dock, no fisherman dared meet his gaze!

Thinking that a hero doesn't suffer immediate losses.

Scarface Qiang gritted his teeth and compromised: 'You've got guts, I'll admit you're ruthless! Fine, today I concede, let this old man go! You damn well lift your foot quickly.'

'Foul-mouthed, get lost!'

Lin Dongfan kicked toward Scarface Qiang's waist.

That kick sent Scarface Qiang sliding along the ground for several meters, where he slammed into the big fish tub at the roadside stall, startling the stall owner sitting in front into a backward jerk, landing hard on his butt.

Seeing Scarface Qiang kicked until he vomited blood.

The stall owner's eyes widened in shock, his heart nearly leaping out; he sat frozen on the ground, not daring to move or make a sound, fearing Scarface Qiang would take his anger out on him.

'Damn!'

Scarface Qiang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, strained to push himself up.

At that moment, his two lackeys also painfully pushed themselves up, stumbling over toward Scarface Qiang, one shouting: 'Qiang ge…'

The three of them had never been in such a sorry state before.

Scarface Qiang wiped his mouth again, spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm onto the ground, lifted his head, and glared at Lin Dongfan two meters away: 'Outsider, you've picked a fight today!'

'Want another kick?'

Lin Dongfan lifted his right foot, and before he could kick, Scarface Qiang was already frightened into retreating two steps.

Scarface Qiang threw down a harsh warning: 'You damn well wait for me!' He turned and fled in disgrace, the three wounded lackeys supporting each other, their escape looking utterly miserable.

The onlooking fishermen were all petrified, their faces full of disbelief.

Having lived by this sea all their lives, generation after generation making a living from fishing, they had continued to endure the fate of being bullied and exploited by local thugs.

They never imagined that even the local thugs could have a day of being humiliated.

The long-suppressed feeling of resentment in everyone's heart seemed to be released at this moment, their pupils gradually flashing with an excitement ready to burst forth.

Several simple-hearted fishermen, without prior agreement, walked toward Lin Dongfan.

'Brother, is this your first time in Haishan? These hoodlums aren't to be provoked—you'd better leave quickly, get out of Haishan.'

'Yeah, hurry up and go.'

'I can tell you're skilled, but they outnumber you—you can't win. After you've beaten Scarface Qiang so badly today, he'll surely not let you off.'

'Be careful they don't beat you half to death, then toss you into the sea to feed the fish, leaving no corpse to find.'

……

These words reached his ears, somewhat denting Lin Dongfan's confidence. Yet unable to resist their pure goodwill, Lin Dongfan could only smile and thank them for their concern.

At that moment, Xiao Yu and Fu Bo also walked over.

Fu Bo excitedly handed Lin Dongfan a bag of fresh sea fish: 'Today you stood up for me, take this fish, listen to the crowd, and leave quickly.'

'Old sir, I can't take this fish; you keep it yourself.'

Lin Dongfan hurriedly declined.

Eighteen-year-old Xiao Yu again urged: 'Grandpa's giving it to you, just accept it, don't stand on ceremony with us.' Saying that, she took the bag from Fu Bo's hands and shoved it into Lin Dongfan's grasp.

Although Xiao Yu had a delicate appearance, she differed from those flashy urban beauties.

Her gaze was very clear.

The plain plaid shirt she wore gave off a faint fishy odor; it was easy to see she likely helped on the fishing boat every day, easing Fu Bo's hardships.

Lin Dongfan also didn't want to refuse the grandfather and granddaughter's kind intention.

But this fish really can't be accepted.

It's not that he fears corruption; the main issue is what to do with it after accepting. Just arrived, he has no place to stay—he can't just keep the fish in the car and enjoy the fishy smell.

'I don't eat fish, thank you.'

Saying blatant lies with eyes wide open really is the most effective way to refuse.

All that could be seen was Fu Bo and Xiao Yu feeling a bit embarrassed.

Especially Xiao Yu, embarrassed yet with a hint of simple smile: 'Since you don't eat fish, then… I have nothing to give you; we only have fish…'

'There's plenty of time ahead; keep your gratitude in your heart, don't rush.'

Unconventional as ever, Fan Ye casually left a faint smile and walked toward the seaside.

Such unrestrained, suave bearing.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already stirred a maiden's heart; her eyes followed his back, wanting to catch up and speak but daring not to.

Who knows if Xiao Yu will be like Guo Xiang from The Return of the Condor Heroes—first meeting at Fengling Ferry, a single glance at Yang Guo binding her fate for life!

The sunset's afterglow stretched Lin Dongfan's shadow long.

He walked alone to the edge of the pier, gazing out at the boundless sea.

The sea breeze brushed his forehead's stray hairs, his face still showed little expression, only his deep eyes slightly narrowed, like an undercurrent brewing beneath a calm sea surface.

The kind fishermen all urged Lin Dongfan to leave quickly.

Lin Dongfan refused to leave; the former anti-corruption bureau chief, Comrade Liang Wei, died in Haishan, his death cannot be in vain. If I were to slink away in disgrace, what right would I have to call myself the top anti-corruption fighter?

At this moment, Lin Dongfan made a crazy decision—to fight evil with evil!

Lin Dongfan took out his phone and called the captain of his private bodyguard team, Xie Xiaofeng: "Xiaofeng, immediately send Lao Ba and the Liu brothers, Liu Wei and Liu Wu, to Haishan."

"Just three people?"

The voice on the phone sounded somewhat surprised; the local customs in Haishan are extremely fierce, Xie Xiaofeng had learned about them and stood ready at a moment's notice.

Lin Dongfan replied: "As long as Lao Ba is here, no one can get near me; three people are enough. Book the tickets immediately, have them fly over tonight."

After giving instructions to Xie Xiaofeng.

Lin Dongfan then called his private financial director, Yu Youwei: "Xiaowei, go book the tickets and bring your trading computer to Haishan."

"Brother Fan, what are you going to Haishan for?"

Yu Youwei has already become a homebody goddess, with little interest in going far away.

Lin Dongfan said: "You'll know when you get here; hurry over. Once you're in Haishan, first buy a Rolls-Royce and register it under your name."

Without waiting for Yu Youwei's reply, Lin Dongfan hung up directly.

Then he also called his superior, Chen Jian of the Baiyue Province Procuratorate: "Chen Jian, I plan to conceal my identity and arm-wrestle the Dragon King; please support my work. Do not send anyone to Haishan, and do not leak my identity to the people there. This concerns my personal safety—keep it strictly confidential…"