A call to "stop right there" sent a shock through everyone present.

Those familiar with Chen Baicheng already knew that their boss was very angry. This young man seemed to be in for some trouble.

"Dad..." Chen Mei'Er hurriedly called out. The situation had already spiraled out of her control, and she didn't know what might happen to that idiot next. Even if her dad wanted him dead today, it was entirely possible.

Under everyone's gaze, Xiaofan stopped and turned around.

"If you want to leave here, you must first ask my men if they agree."

As soon as he finished speaking, ten men stood on each side, all looking energetic, tall, and powerful.

"I heard you're pretty good in a fight. Last night, not even eight people could stop you. Now there are twenty—get past them first."

"Dad, they're all your top-notch men. Aren't you being too harsh on him?" Chen Mei'Er knew that these twenty people were on a completely different level from the eight from last night.

Using money as a level indicator, last night's people could earn five thousand a month, but this batch in front of her could make ten thousand or more.

And now there were twenty of them. With Xiaofan's abilities, how could he possibly make it out of here?

"Defeat them, and that's the end of it, right?" Xiaofan asked softly. If a fistfight could resolve the problem, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

"Defeat them, and you can leave today. But, my daughter's matter is not over yet." Chen Baicheng wasn't easily fooled. Moreover, he wanted to see if his future son-in-law was a spineless coward or a tough guy.

"It seems that if I don't agree to marry Miss Chen today, I might have to endure some pain..." Xiaofan smiled slightly, his expression relaxing.

"A wise man submits to the circumstances, kid. This marriage can still be negotiated," Chen Baicheng thought Xiaofan had changed his mind and immediately followed up.

"No need for negotiation, let's fight."

These words instantly froze Chen Baicheng's expression. He lightly picked up his wine glass and downed the white wine in one gulp.

Xiaofan's stride didn't falter; his goal was the door of this restaurant.

But before he could take three steps, four people closest to him rushed up furiously, clearly intending not to hold back.

But who was Xiaofan? Regardless of your rank, no matter how strong, you're just a slightly stronger bodyguard. He wasn't afraid of assassins, why would he fear bodyguards?

Swish, Xiaofan lightly tapped the ground with his toes, his body suddenly bent forward, and he dashed ahead in one swift motion.

Watching from afar, Chen Mei'Er's eyes suddenly lit up. She finally understood why this guy could take down eight people last night in such a short time and follow her so easily; he was indeed very powerful.

Chen Baicheng was also momentarily stunned. When he saw Ye Xiaofan knock back his four most outstanding men in the blink of an eye, he began to watch with amused appreciation.

"Ah, watch out behind you!" Chen Mei'Er shouted urgently when she saw Xiaofan in danger.

After all, there were twenty people, taking turns surrounding Xiaofan. No matter how fast Xiaofan was, he couldn't avoid leaving openings.

'Thud.' Xiaofan took a solid kick to his back, stumbled, and nearly fell forward.

Seeing Xiaofan about to fall to the ground, the twenty men swarming over left no chance for him to get up.

However, Xiaofan suddenly supported himself with one hand on the ground, flipped backward, and landed firmly on the floor, narrowly avoiding a crisis.

But no sooner had he steadied himself than the group attacked him again.

Xiaofan dodged wearily, but with relentless attacks coming from all around, if it continued like this, even if he wasn't injured, his stamina would be depleted, making it impossible to fight. It seemed he couldn't hold back.

'Bang, bang.' Xiaofan suddenly stopped dodging, took two hits, and abruptly locked onto one man's elbow.

"I know you're just doing your job, but I'm sorry, no hard feelings."

'Crack.'

"Ah..."

After apologizing, a crisp sound of bone friction followed, and the man's arm hung down limply, a look of extreme pain on his face.

Having succeeded with one attack, Xiaofan didn't stop and quickly sought out his next target.

The scene that followed left Chen Baicheng shocked. His twenty proud fighters were being beaten back step by step by Xiaofan alone.

From the start, everyone moved chaotically around Xiaofan, but now Xiaofan was taking the initiative—only half a minute had passed.

'Crack.'

'Crack.'

'Crack.'

'...'

Cry after cry of pain sounded, and all these people had their arm joints dislocated by Xiaofan with finesse.

Xiaofan had always known about the weakness of joints, and after his grandfather made him review acupoints and joints again last time, he gained new insights. It almost became instinctive.

One, two, three... nine, ten...

In the blink of an eye, twelve people stood aside, clutching their arms in pain, clearly unable to fight anymore.

Yet, the remaining eight men, although aware of Xiaofan's skill, couldn't retreat or stop without orders.

"Wait..." Xiaofan suddenly stretched out his hand to make the remaining eight men stop. Then he turned to Chen Baicheng: "Those twelve have lost; there's no need to keep fighting, right?"

"Hmm. You could say that." Chen Baicheng nodded in agreement, clearly realizing there was no chance of keeping this kid today.

"That's good."

Saying this, Xiaofan walked over to the twelve whose arms he had dislocated earlier, amidst the stunned gazes of the onlookers, and started resetting their dislocated arms one by one.

"Sorry, sorry. It was unavoidable, unavoidable. Thanks for taking it, everyone. If there's a chance, I'll treat you to drinks, sorry, everything's fine now."

As Xiaofan helped reset the dislocated limbs, he apologized sincerely. At that moment, the twelve who seemed unable to move due to pain felt that the young lady's chosen boyfriend actually seemed pretty good.

"Okay, you eight as well. Come on." After fixing the twelve, Xiaofan faced the remaining eight again.

The eight bodyguards exchanged glances, obviously aware that they had no chance of winning. However, they still had to grit their teeth and continue fighting.

"Enough, stop it. You're quite something, kid. You can leave, but I won't easily let go of my daughter's matter." Finally, Chen Baicheng spoke up. He was a man of his word and never went back on it.

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