Chapter 691: 464: We Didn't Come to the Wrong Place, Did We? (Congratulations Alliance Hierarch Ran Family Dam)

Chapter 691: Chapter 464: We Didn’t Come to the Wrong Place, Did We? (Congratulations Alliance Hierarch Ran Family Dam)

(Extra chapter dedicated to Alliance Hierarch “Ran Family Dam,” continuing to pay off my debt… Two more updates to follow)

“Ha ha ha ha.”

Seeing Mu Fan taking it so seriously, Rupert just couldn’t help but burst out laughing, almost to the point of getting a cramp in his stomach.

There weren’t as many people on the open-air terrace as there were in the main hall, but in full view of everyone, Rupert took off his coat and then said seriously, “You did that on purpose.”

This was absolutely preposterous!

Was this guy some primitive man who had come from a tribe on a native planet?

People around had already started to cast their glances, and Rupert walked over quietly, then leaned towards Mu Fan’s ear and whispered softly, “Yes, I did it on purpose, and what are you going to do about it?”

His voice was so low that only Mu Fan could hear it; after speaking, Rupert resumed his noble demeanor, still wearing a charming smile.

He then turned his gaze almost naturally to Wang Nuonuo and nodded slightly apologetically.

In that instant, Rupert perfectly embodied the noble teachings, and anyone who saw him would be tempted to applaud.

This place was Mansion One, a luxurious gathering place for top celebrities in Zhongjing City, so even if the kid opposite knew, what could he possibly do about it?

Start a scene here, looking for trouble?

Or settle their scores afterward?

Ha ha, I would love that; as a mediator in the gray area, Rupert had dealt with countless groups; if it were a matter of underhand methods, there were very few within this mansion who could surpass him.

Playing a country bumpkin in the palm of his hand and then getting in good with the Young Master of the Tang family seemed like a profitable deal.

…

If one were to think normally, this seemed to be the reality, and the development would also follow as Rupert had envisioned.

But his biggest folly this time was that he didn’t know what kind of young man he was facing.

Mu Fan watched calmly as the impeccably dressed, smiling Rupert stood opposite him, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

Then the hand that had been quietly hanging by his side suddenly shot out, like a silent cannonball, leaving a blur behind.

The smile froze on his face, and Rupert’s heart contracted suddenly, his body instinctively wanting to lean back to dodge.

Being able to control a third of the bars in Zhongjing City before the age of thirty, his skills were definitely not as ordinary as they appeared.

On the contrary, his physical standards were as high as Level 18!

Underneath him, he fostered numerous fighters, and he was a stakeholder in several underground boxing rings.

The moment Mu Fan threw the punch, Rupert was first shocked, then a surge of anger welled up inside him.

How dare you hit me!?

However, just as his body began to retreat, Mu Fan’s left hand had already clearly appeared within thirty centimeters of his vision, then precisely clamped around his neck.

Only when those fingers, reminiscent of a Mecha’s, grasped his throat did he feel the astonishing strength beneath the palm!

His once-prideful Level 18 strength was nothing in front of this hand.

It was a total and utter crushing in terms of power!

All strength drained from his body as Mu Fan firmly held his neck.

Rupert’s eyes turned blood red, where did this kid get the guts!?

Did he know where he was!?

Of course, Mu Fan knew, but what did it matter?

Slowly retracting his hand, he brought Rupert directly in front of him, the two now less than twenty centimeters apart, Mu Fan looked calmly at the blond handsome man who had lost his composure, grinned, and spoke softly,

“Since you admitted it, then it’s very simple.”

With his left hand still holding Rupert, Mu Fan used his right hand to pick up the red wine glass from in front of Wang Nuonuo on the table and poured it into his own glass.

And so a full glass of red wine was freshly prepared.

Amidst the shocked and stunned looks of those around, Mu Fan raised the wine glass by his right hand high above his head.

Whoooosh…

The deep red wine transformed into a thin stream, slowly pouring down from above Rupert’s head.

Mu Fan’s hand didn’t tremble at all as he evenly and steadily drenched Rupert’s head with a full glass of wine, which then flowed down his neck.

His golden hair, the purple bowtie, his pristine white shirt, and his high-end, luxurious hand-crafted brown suit…

were all meticulously stained…

The drenched Rupert trembled, not out of fear, but out of an extreme display of anger and shock.

How dare he…

How dare he!

At this moment, a nearby waiter finally reacted, rushing over, “Sir, sir, please stop.”

However, upon catching Mu Fan’s indifferent gaze, he abruptly halted, as if he had seen an ancient Fierce Beast.

Many people around had stood up from their seats!

To witness such a barbaric and rude scene at this sort of event.

Mu Fan paid no mind to those gazes, instead, pulling Rupert closer to himself, their eyes merely less than twenty centimeters apart.

“I did it on purpose.”

The youth said softly, pushing with tightened hands, and he nonchalantly let go of the handsome blond.

A soaked-through Rupert steadied himself on the ground, his eyes reddened instantly upon hearing Mu Fan’s words.

His brain was scorched to its limits with rage, realizing that he had been humiliated in such a demeaning manner in front of everyone!

With one foot on the ground, he pulled back his fist as if drawing a bow to its limit, then threw a fierce punch.

“I’ll fuckin’…”

The last word wasn’t uttered as Mu Fan lightly lifted his eyelids, the cold Ghost Energy aura instantly enveloping his leg.

The right foot trembled so violently it blurred, and in a moment of lightly stepping on the ground, Mu Fan surged forward like a specter.

Before Rupert and the others could react, he pressed his body right next to Rupert’s shoulder.

Mu Fan’s indifferent and calm eyes met his during that moment.

Still holding the wine glass in his right hand, his left hand fanned out, and before anyone could react… it slammed right onto Rupert’s face.

Then he pressed down fiercely!

BANG!

He moved violently, and returned even more wildly.

Those well-dressed nobles around them, those dignified-looking ladies, just saw a figure that had just begun to rise, then was violently knocked back.

Then, an empty wooden chair was completely shattered by Rupert.

His left hand moved away from the opponent’s face and then lightly rubbed on a slightly drier part of his suit.

Mu Fan slowly stood up, looking at the vicious-faced youth beneath his feet, and smiled gently.

But his eyes held a silent ridicule.

“Do you know… you’re asking for death.”

Rupert felt like his body was almost falling apart, unable to move at all, his hateful gaze fixed on Mu Fan as he muttered.

Mu Fan raised his eyebrows in surprise and then relaxed, spreading his hands in a helpless gesture:

“You’re not the first to say that, of course, nor will you be the last.”

The open terrace fell into a deathly silence this moment.

Did we come to the wrong place today?