Chapter 390: The First-Generation Tyrant Goes Online

Watching his own grandfather being stepped on by Scarface Qiang, more than twenty lackeys rushed onto the ship, and Xiao Yu was as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

She had originally wanted Lin Dongfan to call the police for help.

Turning around, she saw Lin Dongfan sitting comfortably on the deck, drinking tea as if nothing were wrong, with Liu Wei and Liu Wu standing ramrod‑straight behind him.

This calm, composed demeanor of the big shot left Xiao Yu stunned for a moment.

Today Zheng Sanshui came specifically for him.

He really isn't the least bit afraid?

Xiao Yu timidly asked, "Brother Fan, should we call the police? Zheng Sanshui brought over a bunch of people, twenty‑odd…"

"Before, you guys were bullied every day—why didn't you call the police?"

"The police are biased toward them."

"That's right. In your neck of the woods, truth lies only within the reach of your own fists. Don't panic—come over and have tea with me."

"But they…"

Xiao Yu was about to say that Zheng Sanshui's men were about to rush onto the ship, but before she could finish, she heard a plop, as if someone had fallen into the water.

She turned around and looked—unbelievable!

The situation was this: a plank over five meters long was set up between the ship and the shore, and the plank was only about half a meter wide.

This was the necessary route to board the ship.

When Zheng Sanshui's twenty‑odd lackeys crowded up to the plank, they could no longer rush forward all at once; they had to line up one by one to board.

The first one who lunged forward was knocked into the sea by Lao Ba, who was guarding the opposite side of the plank.

Those behind hesitated immediately, none daring to go forward. This, damn it, is like thousands of troops crossing a narrow bridge—only one person is needed to hold the pass on the far side.

Holding the pass is easy; breaking through is hard!

Seeing his men timid and shrinking, Zheng Sanshui bellowed at the top of his lungs, "Damn your mother! With so many of you, you're still afraid of one guy? A single spit from each of you could drown him—go!"

"Damn your mother!"

Under Zheng Sanshui's urging, at last a fearless soul charged onto the plank, swinging his steel pipe to strike Lao Ba on the head.

Lao Ba wouldn't be foolish enough to block the steel pipe with his arm.

He simply whipped out his belt, lashed it out with a "pia" sound, striking the man's face. Another "plop" sounded as the man flipped off the plank and fell into the sea.

One lash per person, and he showed no mercy!

In the blink of an eye, twelve people had been whipped into the sea by Lao Ba, and nobody could get past the plank.

The remaining lackeys behind were frightened and dared not advance.

Seeing this, Xiao Yu was so excited she could hardly contain herself—this Lao Ba was truly a one‑man belt‑war god who could hold the pass against ten thousand, no wonder Brother Fan wasn't the least bit panicked.

No!

Grandfather is still in their hands!

Xiao Yu looked toward the shore, seeing Grandfather being viciously stomped on by Scarface Qiang, and that heart‑wrenching worry rose again on her cheeks.

"Brother Fan, what are we to do about Grandfather?"

Helpless, Xiao Yu pinned all her hopes on Lin Dongfan, and she had no mind to sit down and keep him company while he drank tea.

Lin Dongfan casually barked, "Liu Wu, Liu Wu, that's enough—go ashore and kick their asses!"

"Yes!"

The two brothers accepted the order in unison.

Zheng Sanshui's men had twelve who fell into the water; those guys were smart enough not to scramble for shore right away, lest they become cannon fodder again.

There were still nine thugs on shore.

Lao Ba led the way, charging across the plank, then whipped his belt out, lashing the face and knocking back the unlucky bastard blocking the front.

Liu Wei and Liu Wu followed close behind; to prove they were no worse than Lao Ba, the two brothers went in bare‑fisted, without even picking up a weapon.

Faced with the incoming steel pipe swinging down, they each chose to sidestep, then swiftly seize the opponent's arm, twisting it with an audible crack as the joint dislocated.

A standard military‑style combo punch put down, and beating these little punks posed no difficulty.

Soon after,

Along the shore lay a large patch of cannon fodder, wailing incessantly.

Scarface Qiang suffered the worst—yesterday Lin Dongfan had shot a steel bar into him, injuring his right leg. Today he charged forward but didn't even touch Lao Ba's clothes; Lao Ba whipped him with his belt, flipping him to the ground. Before he could get up, Lao Ba stomped hard on his right leg, snapping it with a crack; now his entire right leg is ruined.

"Damn your mother! They're all a bunch of useless trash!"

Seeing all his men lying on the ground, not a single one standing, Zheng Sanshui hastily dragged Fu Bo up from the ground.

He seized Fu Bo as a hostage!

He loudly warned Lin Dongfan, who was watching the fight from the deck: "Call off your men, or I'll kill this old geezer!"

"Brother Fan, my grandfather…"

The very scene Xiao Yu feared most had come to pass; on the spot she grew so tense her eyes blurred with tears.

Lin Dongfan, however, remained completely unfazed.

He stood on the deck.

He gazed down at Zheng Sanshui on the shore and declared, "From today on, I call the shots at the old dock! You're not to come here for protection money anymore—understand? Release him and get lost!"

"Damn your mother!"

Zheng Sanshui kicked toward Fu Bo's knee.

Forcing Fu Bo to kneel.

Then he pointed his steel pipe at the back of Fu Bo's head.

He chuckled at Lin Dongfan on the deck and said, "Brother, don't overestimate yourself! Just arrived and you want to take charge of a dock—what do you think you are?"

"Listen up, my name is Fan! Dong! Lin!"

What the hell do you think you are, lunging at your mother? Digging on Tai Sui's head—you can't handle the consequences!

Really?

Tell your best fighter, that belt‑wielding bastard, to stay away from me! Take one more step forward and I'll smash this old coot's head!

Saying this, Zheng Sanshui brandished his steel pipe, posing as if he were about to unleash a violent strike on Old Fu.

Lao Ba, who had been stepping closer, also halted his advance; in a matter of life and death, one dare not act rashly, waiting for Lin Dongfan's command.

Lin Dongfan calmly smiled and said, "Under my watch, try moving a finger against him. If Old Fu dies, I'll bury your whole family with him—including your Dragon King."

!!!

Zheng Sanshui gritted his teeth and remained silent, momentarily trapped in an awkward dilemma of advance or retreat.

He's seen plenty of people spouting tough talk and bragging in the martial world; he isn't afraid of Lin Dongfan's retaliation, but fears that once he swings his steel pipe today, he won't be able to get away.

Every one of his underlings is a top‑notch fighter!

Especially that guy who wields a belt as a weapon—with a flick, his belt can fling a 180‑plus‑jin muscular man, and he can even kick and break the leg of Scarface Strong.

He's practically a violent monster; nobody can get near him.

Fall into his hands and it's a dead end!

Zheng Sanshui forcibly suppressed his fear, stepping back step by step: "Fine, today I'll give you face and spare this old coot!"

Take your time leaving—I won't see you out.

Lin Dongfan stood smiling at the bow, fully exhibiting the imposing aura of a newly risen big shot, calm and composed, effortlessly in control of everything.

After Zheng Sanshui's men slunk away in defeat.

Little Yu, nerves taut, also breathed a sigh of relief, gazing admiringly at Lin Dongfan's profile: "Brother Fan, you're amazing…"

Lin Dongfan reminded: "Don't just stare at the handsome guy—hurry and check if your grandfather's hurt."

I wasn't looking at you at all.

Little Yu's pretty face flushed; embarrassed, she lowered her head and ran.

Fortunately, Grandfather is thick‑skinned and tough; although he'd been humiliated by Scarface and Zheng Sanshui before, it was only superficial injury, nothing serious.

Old Fu boarded the ship and asked Lin Dongfan: "Little Fan, I just heard you say that from now on this dock is under your command and nobody needs to pay the sea‑god tax—is that really true?"

"Whether it's true depends on whether your fishing village cooperates with me." Lin Dongfan turned and told Little Yu: "Don't forget what I told you last night."

Just notify them to come to the meeting—I'm heading over now.

In this fishing village, Zheng Sanshui is a shadow in everyone's heart; nobody dares to offend him.

Little Yu worried that folks would avoid the meeting out of fear of Zheng Sanshui, so she cleverly went door‑to‑door first to spread the story of how Brother Fan had driven Zheng Sanshui away.

The effect was fantastic.

Upon hearing that Zheng Sanshui had been beaten to a pulp, everyone instantly perked up, eager to see whether the Brother Fan Little Yu spoke of really had three heads and six arms to be that fierce.