Chapter 95 - 5 Murder

Chapter 95: Chapter 5 Murder

Editor: Noodletown Translations

A crisp crack of bone sounded.

The sound was so clear that the onlookers widened their eyes, wanting to see exactly how that kid would be knocked down.

Long Qi defeated? How could that be? Long Qi had crippled so many people; even the occasional visitors had seen it several times, let alone the regulars; they were probably numb to it by now.

It was said that this underground fighter had a physical standard of level 13, which not only meant that his punching power had a strength of level 13 but also implied he could withstand a level 13 hit. That’s what made him perverse.

Which underground fighter that gained fame hadn’t undergone countless battles? Their ability to withstand blows was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Would this kid cry out in pain next?

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Or fall to his knees directly?

Just thinking about it made one excited, and everyone stared at the two clashing fists.

Brother Long’s smile had already begun to spread; that kid was finished.

But the smile soon froze on his face, crack, as he saw Long Qi’s right hand suddenly twist into a bizarre shape and then flop down softly. Long Qi’s face showed disbelief as he clutched his right hand in pain.

Mu Fan’s lips curled slightly, turning his fist into a palm, retracting and releasing, slapping Long Qi’s chest.

Before anyone could react, they saw Long Qi slapped flying by the young man, his body smashing the glass coffee table over there before landing heavily on the ground, life or death unknown.

What! The crowd couldn’t believe it, and Brother Long looked at Mu Fan, who was slowly retracting his hand, in shock and anger.

The eyes under the black broken hair were lifted, and Mu Fan grinned slightly, saying, “Rest assured, he didn’t die.”

Long Qi, who emerged from deadly combat in the underground fight scene, was knocked out by the young man before them in a single blow, followed by a floating “rest assured, he didn’t die.” The onlookers began to quietly back away; Brother Long seemed to have really provoked the wrong person today.

“Uh, young man, you’re quite mighty.” Bennett was also a bit nervous, this kid actually pretending to be innocent to deceive the strong, after thinking for a long time, he could only squeeze out this dry sentence.

Mu Fan didn’t pay any attention to this walking dead but casually looked at Brother Long before him, saying nothing.

Brother Long’s palms were sweating; his most capable subordinate, Long Qi, had been taken down just like that; this was someone with a level 13 physique! His own level 12 physique standard wasn’t even worth looking at.

How did such a ruthless person end up here? Brother Long was secretly complaining in his heart. So his expression changed, immediately transforming into a full-face smile.

“It’s all a misunderstanding, young brother. I am Ye Long, an officer of the Mountain Mist Association. I really didn’t see through your extraordinary talent. Here is a consumption card; all bars under Mountain Mist in area D can give you a forty percent discount. How about we just let this matter go?” Brother Long bowed and handed over a silver card with gold embossing; this was a universal membership card for Mountain Mist’s enterprises.

Mu Fan’s gaze didn’t waver, though he still wanted to give this man another punch. But now with a smiling face facing him, it seemed inappropriate to attack again. The fat man beside him stood up and quietly tugged at Mu Fan’s clothes.

After all, they were outsiders; it wasn’t worth it to make enemies with the local forces.

Mu Fan quickly understood the look in the fat man’s eyes, deciding to leave this place.

Thus, Mu Fan nodded, “Okay,” accepting the membership card, placing it into his palm, then saying nothing further, he picked up his luggage, preparing to leave with the fat man.

The crowd watching saw the matter resolved just like that, each feeling uninterested, preparing to disperse.

Neither of the two noticed the trace of coldness in Ye Long’s expression, who was still bowing and smiling. If he just let these two walk away, then he’d really be finished.

A cruel smile tugged at his lips, and Brother Long, still bowing, stealthily reached into his bosom, where a Gro revolver was hidden, the large-caliber handgun he always carried with him. At this distance, a shot to the back meant a certain death for anyone.

Humph, go die. With a cruel smile, Brother Long pulled out the Gro revolver, aiming at Mu Fan’s back.

Just as he passed Ye Long’s party, walking outward with the fat man, Mu Fan paused, then no one saw his lower-body muscles suddenly bulge beneath his pants, his eyes icy.

His fingers naturally relaxed, and the luggage bag naturally fell.

But Mu Fan’s figure was no longer in his original spot, with the fat man beside not yet reacting.

The crowd only saw Mu Fan, who was already walking out, suddenly disappear, then a black lightning flashed by. As Mu Fan appeared and landed, a firm sidekick position was held motionless, right leg aligned straight with his body as he lowered his head to look at the ground.

“Bang,” the luggage bag hit the ground with a dull thud.

Boom! A mist of blood suddenly burst! The faces of those behind Ye Long were instantly covered in a layer of blood splatter.

Ah!! The bar really became chaotic this time. The dancers on the stage were all dumbfounded, some people slumped down on the spot, and the onlookers scattered and fled.

Ye Long was dead beyond dead, with the part above his chest all gone.

Wiping the warm liquid from his face, he looked down—it was all blood splatter. The remaining lackeys, shivering all over, wanted to run but couldn’t put any strength into their legs, holding onto the sofa back to remain standing and not fall, gazing at the terrifying figure, their eyes collapsing completely.

Slowly withdrawing his leg, Mu Fan stood in place, the black bright eyes beneath his broken hair carrying endless coldness.

“I hate people pointing guns at me the most.”

The fat man who had just turned his head saw this scene and covered his mouth, nearly throwing up.

Twice now! Fat Brother had already seen it twice! The death was identical to that robber Loga. The movements weren’t as exaggerated as Half Moon Residual Wind, but the lethality directly rivaled this move.

It hadn’t been that long, why were Mu Fan’s movements so ferocious now?

He had no idea what Mu Fan had gone through on that June 2nd day, the life-and-death bullets, easily igniting Mu Fan’s crisis nerves.

The Blood-colored Vision activated version of Mu Fan, how terrifying it was, only those dead Star Thieves knew.

Patting Mu Fan’s shoulder, the fat man swallowed hard.

“Brother, what do we do?”

Mu Fan suddenly felt his wristwatch shake, knowing it was the sign of Black returning.

“Let the fat man leave, you remain in place and wait for the patrol officers, I’ll handle it.”

A piercing alarm sounded, turning back to look at the crowd fleeing in all directions, Mu Fan patted the fat man’s shoulder, looking into his eyes, smiled faintly, and said, “You go out first, I’ll handle things here, it’s okay, don’t worry.” Then he winked.

For some reason, seeing that certain look in Mu Fan’s eyes, the fat man felt inexplicably reassured.

Nodding, the fat man didn’t say more, choosing to leave the bar with the crowd, leaving Mu Fan in place.

Just as he left, a group of uniformed patrol officers rushed into the Kingfisher Bar.

Mu Fan, I’m trusting you once again, don’t let anything happen. Hiding not far away, the fat man clenched his fists, his heart filled with endless guilt, it started because of him—again.

Dear Brother, don’t lie to me!

Standing in the Kingfisher Bar, Mu Fan watched the patrol officers swarming in, calmly raising his hands, with a serene smile on his face.

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