C9 Unrivaled!

"Huh?"

Luo Sanli came to an abrupt stop, his irritation palpable as he fixed Qin Fann with a glare. His eyes narrowed—a telltale sign of anger to those familiar with him. Surprisingly, it was a young man, who looked like a student, blocking his path.

"And who are you to deserve my respect?"

Luo Sanli's annoyance quickly morphed into scornful laughter. His voice was cold as his gaze, sharp as a snake's, swept over Qin Fann.

"This nightclub is now under my management. Does that justify my involvement?"

Qin Fann remained composed, undeterred. Luo Sanli, a veteran of the criminal world with a high-ranking status, could easily intimidate most with his aura alone. However, Qin Fann was unimpressed by his threats, which he considered as insignificant as a puff of air.

"Oh, you're the Tang family's good-for-nothing son-in-law? The pretty boy that Tang Ruoyan keeps?"

Upon hearing Qin Fann's claim, Luo Sanli's laughter grew even louder, his voice filled with contempt. He had initially mistaken Qin Fann's calm demeanor for the assurance of a powerful family's offspring, only to realize he was just a freeloader, a nobody daring to challenge him.

"If you have any sense, you'll step aside. Don't you know who I am? I might have shown some respect to Tang Zhengan, but with the Tang family unable to protect themselves, what makes you think a coward like you can interfere in my business?"

"Your identity is irrelevant to me, but you're not taking him today."

Qin Fann's voice turned icy. If it came down to a fight, he was not about to pull any punches. It didn't matter if it was the Third Master or the Fourth; he was prepared to deal with them decisively.

"Hmph, a brash kid trying to act tough," Wang Dong scoffed from the sidelines. A newborn calf isn't afraid of a tiger because it doesn't understand the tiger's ferocity. He was eager to see how Qin Fann would regret his audacity once Luo Sanli showed his true colors.

Despite the Times Nightclub employing over twenty robust security personnel, under Wang Dong's direction, not a single one stepped forward. The princesses in attendance all empathized with Xu Lu's plight. Yet, as a vulnerable woman with no means to defend herself, she could only stand aside, wringing her hands as she watched Luo's Third Master's men encircle Qin Fann, the situation growing increasingly dire.

"Do you think Qin Fann will surrender Little Jade?"

"It's hard to say. He seems to have a conscience, but Third Master Luo has his hands in everything. Haven't you noticed that even Brother Dong doesn't dare make a peep?"

"Men's promises are as reliable as pigs taking to the skies. They only play the hero in bed, but when trouble strikes, they bolt faster than rabbits."

"Looks like we're in for more bad than good tonight. Why do our lives as women have to be so hard?"

Luo Sanli, a man of ambition, always had an active mind. He never left home without at least a dozen followers, all ex-special forces capable of taking down five ordinary men each.

Suddenly, five burly men in sunglasses and black tactical vests closed in on Qin Fann. Their bodies were packed with bulging muscles, brimming with explosive power, and their waists sported bulges that suggested concealed weapons like batons or Mitsubishi knives.

"Now, can you still talk tough?"

Luo Sanli chuckled, a touch of admiration for Qin Fann's bravery in his voice. He stepped closer and offered, "You've got guts, kid. Here's the deal: I cripple one of your hands, and the girl keeps me company for three days. Then we'll call it even. Otherwise, you'll be spending your life in a hospital bed, and this nightclub will be shuttered by tomorrow."

His tone was casual, as if discussing the weather, but it sent a chill through the crowd. People tensed up, instinctively stepping back, fearing they'd be caught in the crossfire.

"Fine, if that's what you want, your wish is granted."

Before Luo Sanli could grasp what was happening, Qin Fann had vanished from sight. A split second later, a cold gust hit Luo from behind, followed by a searing pain at the back of his head that penetrated to the marrow. His vision darkened, and he nearly lost consciousness.

His henchmen gaped in disbelief, their eyes wide and mouths agape as if they had seen a ghost. The man who had been within arm's reach had disappeared, only to reappear beside their boss, wielding what was unmistakably a bottle of '89 Patus.

The wine bottle, known for its sturdy build and capable of holding over three kilograms of liquid, collided with the fragile skull, shattering upon impact. The sound of the break sent a painful shudder through the onlookers.

In an instant, everyone tensed up. Luo Sanli's head was drenched in blood, staining his clothes a deep crimson. It was uncertain whether his brain had been damaged.

"The show's not over," Qin Fann stated calmly, grabbing Luo Sanli's hand and twisting it behind his back. A crisp 'snap' sounded as Luo Sanli's right arm bent at an unnatural 90-degree angle, the pain causing him to pass out, lucky to be alive.

"Boss Sanli!" The ten-plus underlings were petrified, both awed by Qin Fann's swift and decisive action and concerned for Luo Sanli's safety. These men, loyal to a fault and bought with Luo Sanli's wealth, were unharmed while their boss was incapacitated.

They knew that leaving would make them targets for Luo Sanli's vengeance. And their young opponent, barely more than a boy, how had he done it? The mystery confounded them.

Without time to ponder, they exchanged glances, each drawing a weapon—machetes, clubs, and steel pipes—and surged forward.

Could anyone really take on ten men at once?

Wang Dong and his group were already paralyzed with fear, their legs trembling and their bladders on edge. They dared only to watch from a safe distance, leaving Qin Fann to face the group of weapon-wielding men alone.

Qin Fann smiled faintly, exuding tranquility before exploding into motion. He leaped into the air and, like a phantom, darted into the crowd.

After years of rigorous training, Qin Fann's moment to shine had arrived. With every move, he wielded the force of a thousand pounds, hitting his opponents with the impact of a pile driver. A mere graze from him meant certain death or crippling injury.

No weapon could touch him, thanks to his superhuman speed and agile footwork. In less than half a minute, the hall was in complete disarray, resembling the aftermath of a flood, with groaning bodies strewn across the floor. Some were knocked out cold, while others writhed and wailed in agony, clutching their broken limbs.

Qin Fann had intended to make an example of them, so he hadn't held back—nearly everyone had broken arms or legs.

"He won? He actually won?" Brother Dong was the most incredulous, vigorously rubbing his eyes and pinching himself as if he'd seen a ghost. He would have sooner believed it was the apocalypse than admit that the newcomer, Qin Fann, was not just some kitten, but a fierce and formidable prehistoric tyrant. His grand plan to dominate the era had just gone up in smoke.

Xu Lu's eyes were wide as she fixed her gaze on Qin Fann. She had braced herself for the worst, only to witness a dramatic turn of events. Qin Fann, like a god descending to earth, had single-handedly taken on ten burly men armed with deadly weapons and didn't even seem to break a sweat. His effortless and vindictive style was straight out of a TV drama.

Amidst the crowd's disbelief, Qin Fann strode forward, grabbed a stool, and sat down in front of Luo Sanli. He pressed down on Luo's oddly twisted right arm and spoke with contempt: "Still playing dead? Now, let's talk terms."

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