"Bufan, be careful!"

Seeing those brawny men relentlessly charging at Bufan, Jiang Xinying felt a surge of worry and shouted with concern.

Hearing the concern in Jiang Xinying's voice, Bufan glanced back slightly and gave her a reassuring smile.

Immediately after, Bufan's fist viciously smashed towards a man attempting a sneaky attack from behind.

Pfft!

The assailant struck by Bufan's fist let out a scream as his nose bridge was smashed into a collapse, sending him flying backward to crash heavily to the ground.

In less than five or six minutes, more than forty brawny men had been beaten so mercilessly by Bufan that they no longer had the strength to fight.

Every strike from Bufan was ruthlessly fierce, leaving these men with no chance for a second attempt.

At that moment, virtually all the brawny men laid on the ground, wailing in agony, rolling around and crying out for their parents.

Seeing this scene, Hong Jiu became visibly unnerved, Bufan's martial skills were beyond imagination.

With a fierce twitch of his mouth, a sinister look flashed in Hong Jiu's eyes, and he then walked over to a wooden table behind him.

Glancing at Hong Jiu, Bufan paid no mind to whatever schemes he had.

No matter how sly the opponent was, to Bufan, they were nothing but trash before absolute power.

Fixing his gaze on Hong Jiu, Bufan's eyes turned chillingly stern as he stepped towards him.

Looking coldly at him, Bufan felt a surge of Killing Intent. No matter who the opponent was, or what forces they belonged to, if anyone dared to target his friends or women close to him, Bufan would never let them go without a fight.

Moreover, scum like Hong Jiu had likely harmed countless girls.

As Bufan moved step by step, a Gale blasted fiercely from behind.

The force was overwhelming, as if imbued with tremendous Penetration Power.

Bufan's eyebrows furrowed sharply as the sound of the air being torn approached, and a burly, imposing figure materialized before him, giving Bufan a cold sweep of his eyes before throwing a fierce punch.

Unfazed by the formidable combatant before him, Bufan remained indifferent.

"Ah Meng, you've arrived?"

Seeing his trusted enforcer appear, a sense of relief flickered in Hong Jiu's eyes as he coldly ordered Bufan, "Take him out!"

"Rest assured, boss!"

The burly man, with a fierce look in his eyes, curled his lips into a disdainful sneer, "Kid, consider it an honor to die by my hands today!"

Just as he finished speaking, Ah Meng slightly turned his head, sizing up Bufan, only to find that Bufan's Killing Intent was even more intense than his own.

At this moment, bloodthirst stirred in Ah Meng, igniting a tremendous will to fight.

In all the years in Qingyang City, he hadn't met an opponent worthy of challenging him. Now, encountering Bufan with such dense Killing Intent made Ah Meng's blood boil with excitement.

Although he had grown somewhat numb from killing too many over the years, the sight of Bufan reignited the war passion and fervor within him.

As if he had found a worthy opponent, Ah Meng gazed at Bufan with manic enthusiasm.

"You're too weak!"

Ah Meng looked at Bufan bloodthirstily, but Bufan just scoffed derisively, shook his head, and spoke casually.

"You... kid, how dare you speak to me like this?"

Upon hearing this, Ah Meng's look turned icy, his eyes full of murderous intent, "I will make you pay a dreadful price for your arrogant words!"

"I've already said you're no match for me. If you insist on dying, I don't mind obliging," Bufan said coolly.

Casting a glance at Ah Meng, Bufan knew his opponent was skilled like a special forces operative.

But the bloodlust emanating from him didn't resemble that of a special forces soldier but had an added ferocity and savagery, more akin to a murderous mercenary.

"Kid, prepare to die!"

Ameng bellowed furiously, stamped on the ground hard, stirring up a cloud of dust, and charged toward Zhu Bufan like a tiger bursting out of its cage.

His speed reached an extreme, and his fist seemed on the verge of smashing into Zhu Bufan, yet Zhu Bufan remained motionless.

Seeing this, Ameng hesitated for a moment, wondering if this kid had been frightened stiff by him.

Licking his lips slightly, Ameng's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Snap snap!

Because at this moment, he felt a palm swiftly slapping towards his cheek.

Before he could react, Ameng felt a burning pain on his hefty cheek.

"Damn it!"

Zhu Bufan's hand had slapped him twice without him noticing, igniting extreme shame and rage in Ameng.

Glaring at Zhu Bufan with eyes filled with murderous intent, Ameng clenched his fist and smashed it down furiously.

Crack!

He thought his punch would at least make Zhu Bufan vomit blood or deform his chest.

But his punch turned out to be a huge disappointment.

He never expected that his powerful fist would be caught so effortlessly by Zhu Bufan, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't free himself.

"Waste! Too weak!"

Zhu Bufan smirked coldly, and then, his fist ferociously smashed onto Ameng's forehead.

Spurt!

A fierce punch landed, and suddenly, Ameng screamed, feeling his nose bridge collapsing as blood sprayed out, staining the ground red.

Bang!

Before he could recover, Zhu Bufan landed another punch on his chest.

The intense shock force sent him flying backward and crashing onto a mahogany table.

Immediately, the table shattered into pieces, and blood flowed from his chest.

Spurt!

Ameng stood up like a blood-soaked mess, looked at Zhu Bufan with eyes full of unwillingness and rage, but the next second, he spewed blood furiously.

Within just two seconds, Ameng's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor, his eyes filled with despair before losing the spark of life.

"You... you actually killed my most capable warrior!"

Seeing Ameng lying dead on the ground, Hong Jiu found it hard to accept and believe.

Ameng was the toughest and most formidable man under his command, yet Zhu Bufan had taken him down in less than three minutes.

Hong Jiu's entire face turned extremely grim with anger and shock, his body trembling slightly in rage.

He found it hard to accept that this young man, who looked to be in his twenties, had killed Ameng, a mercenary with five to six years of experience.

"As for enemies, I, Zhu Bufan, will never show mercy! You sealed your fate by laying a hand on the woman by my side!"

Zhu Bufan glanced indifferently at Hong Jiu and said calmly.

Looking into Zhu Bufan's eyes brimming with killing intent, Hong Jiu felt his life was in grave danger.

This feeling, unprecedented, made him very uneasy.

His hand moved down slightly, reaching into the drawer of the mahogany table.

The next moment, he grabbed a short gun from the drawer, the dark barrel aimed at Zhu Bufan's head, "You brat, dare to oppose me, go to hell!"

"You think you're fast, huh? I want to see if you're faster than my bullet!"

As Jiang Xinying saw Hong Jiu pulling out the gun and aiming it at Zhu Bufan's head, she couldn't help but yell in horror, "Zhu Bufan, be careful!"

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