EBE Chapter 090 Talk is cheap, don't take action
Chapter 090 Talk is cheap, don't take action
Chapter 090 Talk is cheap, don't take action
With a "snap!", Lin Fan grabbed Lian Jiulong's wrist.
"Talk is talk, but don't get physical!" Lin Fan looked up at Lian Jiulong, his eyes full of impatience.
After Lin Fan released his grip, Lian Jiulong took a step back, rubbing his wrist and laughing, "So you're a trained fighter? How about we have a little spar?"
Lian Jiulong was full of confidence; he hadn't become Liu Deguang's bodyguard just by talking.
Liu Deguang enjoyed watching underground boxing matches and had a particular fondness for those with exceptional fighting skills. He spent a fortune hiring Liang Sanhu, but before he could even be of any use, Liang was killed.
And this Lian Jiulong has always been by Liu Deguang's side, working diligently and conscientiously.
Lian Jiulong is the last disciple of Fang Yixiao, a national treasure-level figure in China and a master of Qigong. He practiced with Fang Yixiao from a young age for 20 years before finally mastering the skills and leaving the mountain.
"What are you gesturing for! You're just a brute!"
Song Xueyao quickly stepped in front of Lin Fan, thinking that if Lian Jiulong injured Lin Fan, a senior executive of Shancheng Group, and Lin Fan retaliated against their company in a fit of anger, then they would be finished.
"A man that Secretary-General Song is protecting must have an unusual relationship. Could he be a gigolo?" Lian Jiulong mocked.
Song Xueyao was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She kept glancing at Lin Fan, afraid that he would be provoked again.
"You're such a big man, why are you so talkative? I already told you to give me the food, are you ever going to stop?" Lin Fan said impatiently.
"You pretty boy, you've got quite the temper! Give me your name, and I'll make sure you die a quick death!" Lian Jiulong pointed at Lin Fan, looking like he was about to explode at any moment.
"Lin Fan." Lin Fan responded, then a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He sensed the aura within Lian Jiulong's body. Although it wasn't spiritual energy from another world, this aura was incredibly powerful, forcing him to be on guard.
"Lin Fan? That good-for-nothing?"
After learning of Lin Fan's name, Lian Jiulong lost his enthusiasm. He was certainly unaware of Song Xueyao's previous investigation, but he had heard of the story of the useless son-in-law Lin Fan at the mountain banquet.
Lian Jiulong looked at Song Xueyao with amusement and said jokingly, "Isn't Lin Fan married? How come Secretary-General Song still has a penchant for playing with married men?"
"Don't talk nonsense! Be careful not to get yourself into trouble!" Song Xueyao said angrily through gritted teeth. She really wanted to tell Lian Jiulong Lin Fan's identity directly, but with Su Yulin by her side, she could only hint at it indirectly.
Lian Jiulong couldn't understand any of this and thought it was a threat from Song Xueyao, so he mocked her even more vehemently: "Can't you be a good-for-nothing wife? You have to come out and hook up with a rich woman?"
"Lian Jiulong!" Song Xueyao shouted anxiously, but as soon as she finished speaking, she felt a large hand land on her shoulder.
Song Xueyao was startled and quickly turned around to see that it was actually Lin Fan.
"Move aside!" Lin Fan gestured for Song Xueyao to move aside.
Seeing the anger in Lin Fan's eyes, Song Xueyao thought, "I'm doomed. This has completely enraged Lin Fan." She then stepped aside and watched Lin Fan slowly walk towards Lian Jiulong.
"Oh no!" Song Xueyao exclaimed.
Lin Fan is no match for Lian Jiulong! If he gets crippled, there will be no way to make up for it, and the Interactive Entertainment Group will definitely go down with Lian Jiulong! Then he won't be able to keep his own job either.
"Lin Fan, don't be impulsive! I'll make him apologize to you!" Song Xueyao shouted.
It was too late. Lin Fan had already reached Lian Jiulong, and angrily looked up at him, saying, "You just insulted Ruowei?"
Lin Fan, who is 1.8 meters tall, looked frail in front of Lian Jiulong, who is 1.95 meters tall, and the difference in their size was obvious.
Lian Jiulong lowered his head and looked at Lin Fan, his eyes full of disdain: "Ruowei? What is that? Your wife's name?"
Before he finished speaking, Lin Fan's fist had already been thrown, heading straight for Lian Jiulong's chest.
Seeing this, Lian Jiulong frowned and instantly crossed his arms in front of his chest to block.
With the sound of fists hitting flesh, Lian Jiulong remained motionless as he slid back three meters along the floor.
With a gulp, Song Xueyao swallowed hard. She hadn't expected Lin Fan to actually be trained, but if Lian Jiulong were to retaliate, he would likely be in grave danger.
"My brother-in-law is very strong," Su Yulin said softly. She had heard about Lin Fan kicking a sly employee several meters away and had great confidence in him.
Of course, this confidence was also based on not knowing Lian Jiulong's strength.
"You've got some skills!" Lian Jiulong smiled, clearly enjoying the feeling of being beaten.
This enjoyment wasn't some peculiar fetish, but rather because Lian Jiulong was a martial arts fanatic. He loved fighting, but while training on the mountain, he had no opponents besides his master, Fang Yixiao. Lian Jiulong had thought he would meet stronger people when he went down the mountain, but unexpectedly, the people he met there were even weaker than his fellow disciples on the mountain.
Until today, I met Lin Fan.
"Phew!" Lian Jiulong let out a long breath and tried to open his arms in front of his chest to get into a fighting stance, but suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from the place where he had been hit.
The next second, Lian Jiulong felt that his left forearm, which had been hit, was numb.
Lin Fan stared intently ahead, suddenly noticing that Lian Jiulong's aura was steadily rising. Lin Fan had intended to teach Lian Jiulong a lesson with that punch. With that force, even the world's top boxers would be sent flying several meters.
But even Kowloon only slid three meters on the floor, and his posture didn't even break up.
"I'm sorry, I was rude just now. Let's have a fair fight now!" Lian Jiulong struck a pose, his eyes full of anticipation.
Lin Fan was taken aback. He hadn't expected that Lian Jiulong would apologize so readily. Immediately, most of his anger subsided, and he no longer had any desire to fight him.
But Lian Jiulong was different. He had insulted Lin Fan because he thought Lin Fan was a good-for-nothing. But when he realized that Lin Fan had a high level of martial arts skills, he changed his attitude towards Lin Fan and regarded him as a worthy opponent.
"Forget it, let's hurry up and eat, then we'll leave!" Lin Fan waved his hand, gave up, and turned to go back.
In an instant, Lin Fan stopped in his tracks, and at the same time felt a breath coming from behind him.
"Let's have a match!" Lian Jiulong shouted and ran towards Lin Fan.
Lin Fan turned around abruptly and saw a huge fist about to land on his face.
In an instant, Lin Fan used his left hand to deflect Lian Jiulong's attack, and then his right hand transformed into a palm strike that went straight for Lian Jiulong's face.
Even Jiulong remained calm and quickly withdrew his fist, then grabbed Lin Fan's right wrist with his other hand.
Before Lian Jiulong could react, Lin Fan forcefully pulled his right hand from Lian Jiulong's grasp, turning it from a palm into a fist. Then, using both hands, he unleashed a simultaneous palm strike, pushing Lian Jiulong away.
Lian Jiulong took a few steps back and almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Two times!"
Seeing that Lin Fan was gaining the upper hand, Lian Jiulong not only showed no intention of backing down, but was actually enjoying it.
Lian Jiulong looked out the window and gazed at the outside world through the glass: "Master! I have finally met my match. This disciple must break the rules and go all out!"