Chapter 309: Chapter 309
White Hair Old Man's face was covered in cold sweat at this moment.
The Japanese sword pressing against his neck had already cut through the skin, and blood was flowing down. Ding Fan's aura was strong; the chilling murderous intent made White Hair Old Man have no doubt that the man in front of him could act on his threats at any moment.
"Everyone, put down your weapons right f****** now," White Hair Old Man shouted to the crowd.
When the boss spoke, the punks below dared not disobey. In an instant, the machetes and steel pipes in their hands were thrown to the ground.
"Brother Fan, be careful!" At that moment, Mu Zi suddenly shouted to Ding Fan as if she had noticed something.
At the same time, a gunshot rang out from a two-story building in the distance.
A reflection had swept across them a moment ago, and Mu Zi quickly realized there was a sniper on the second floor. However, the moment she warned Ding Fan, the sniper had already fired.
Although Mu Zi was a mere woman, she was still a member of Squad 3567, familiar with all kinds of firearms in the world. She recognized the sound instantly—it was from a Huaxia Country Type 85 sniper rifle.
The sniper rifle was powerful and highly lethal. At that moment, Mu Zi's heart leaped to her throat as she sincerely prayed the bullet wasn't meant for Ding Fan.
If the bullet was indeed meant for Ding Fan, it meant his chances of survival were slim.
What happened next left Mu Zi utterly stunned. After the sound of the shot, Ding Fan extended two fingers. Amidst the gaze of the onlookers, he incredibly caught the approaching bullet between those two fingers!
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All present witnessed this, their mouths gaping open in shock.
Catching bullets barehanded was already beyond their comprehension, and now Ding Fan not only caught a bullet barehanded but it was from a sniper rifle!
What does it mean to be incredibly awesome?
At this moment, Zhu Hua's eyeballs almost popped out. By now, he finally understood why Ding Fan said he could help him deal with the Tiger Gang.
If he could catch sniper bullets with his bare hands, what couldn't he do?
At this time, White Hair Old Man was completely dumbfounded. What kind of being was he facing, who could catch bullets with his bare hands? For God's sake, how freakishly powerful could he be?
Ding Fan's action completely crushed White Hair Old Man's spirit. Even if Ding Fan let him go, he could only tuck his tail and run off obediently. How could he dare provoke such a powerful individual as Ding Fan?
After catching the bullet, Ding Fan didn't pause at all; he immediately pulled out an iron nail and aimed it in the direction from which the bullet had come, launching it swiftly.
A harsh screeching sound as it sliced through the air arose, causing everyone present to feel a tingling sensation on their scalps. What the heck was that, so awesome!
Others couldn't see clearly what Ding Fan had thrown, but Mu Zi saw it clearly. After all, Mu Zi belonged to Squad 3567; at least she had some discernment.
What Ding Fan shot was an iron nail.
Previously, he had killed several members of the Tiger Gang with iron nails. However, the direction in which Ding Fan now shot the iron nail was at least three hundred meters away.
Such a distance was so great that even rifles might not hit their target; how could Ding Fan's iron nail possibly hit its mark?
Not to mention accuracy, with such a distance involved, what could possibly propel the iron nail through the air?
Mu Zi didn't waste time talking with the members of the Tiger Gang. She immediately dashed towards the place from where the gunshot had sounded.
First, Mu Zi wanted to see if Ding Fan's iron nail had indeed killed the sniper. Secondly, if Ding Fan's iron nail hadn't killed the sniper, Mu Zi would personally slay him.
Being targeted by a sniper from afar was extremely terrifying.
Mu Zi was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, she had already dashed away into the distance. The helpers of White Hair Old Man's watching were stunned.
Previously, Mu Zi wore a mask, and he thought she was a local, but now it was apparent she wasn't. With movements like hers, she could have won medals at the Olympics. In Moha City, no one could match her speed.
By now, White Hair Old Man too had realized that Mu Zi was far from ordinary. He genuinely regretted provoking such formidable people.
Mu Zi left quickly, and returned just as quickly, holding a sniper rifle in one hand and dragging a corpse with the other.
Arriving before the crowd, Mu Zi threw the corpse down before them. Onlookers saw a red dot at the center of the corpse's forehead, identical to the deaths of the Tiger Gang members.
"I can't believe it… it actually reached this extent..." Gao Shan, who had been paralyzed by Ding Fan and thrown in the corner, stared blankly at the corpse Mu Zi had brought back.
When Ding Fan threw the iron nail, Gao Shan saw it too. After all, Gao Shan was also a Jonin, so he had some experience.
However, Gao Shan did not believe at that time that Ding Fan's iron nail could kill the sniper.
To shoot a target 300 meters away with an iron nail required tremendous control over accuracy and strength. In Gao Shan's experience, even the most skilled Jonin couldn't possibly shoot a sniper dead from such a distance with a single iron nail.
But just when Gao Shan thought it was absolutely impossible, Mu Zi brought back the sniper's body, which was shot right between the eyebrows, hitting the mark perfectly.
"To be this powerful at such a young age... it's really unimaginable!" Gao Shan shook his head, his face filled with disbelief.
Ding Fan was just past twenty, and already so formidable. How much more powerful could he become given more time?
It was truly unimaginable.
"Brother Fan, it was the Tiger Gang who arranged the sniper!" Mu Zi pointed at the body and told Ding Fan.
Ding Fan looked at the body lying on the ground, indeed clothed in the Tiger Gang's attire.
The White Hair Old Man was dumbstruck at the moment. "Big Brother! Our Tiger Gang really doesn't have any snipers, brother, this guy isn't one of us!"
At that moment, a shrewd gangster from the White Hair Old Man's group walked over, closely recognized the body, and then directly addressed Ding Fan.
"I know this guy. His name is Ruan Ming, and he's from the Vietnam Gang... I've dealt with him before."
After hearing what his underling had to say, the White Hair Old Man nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, yes... this man indeed belongs to the Vietnam Gang. Brother, if you spare me, I will be at your service. I'll take my men to wipe out those bastards from the Vietnam Gang right now... They really tried to harm me!"
Ding Fan pondered for a moment.
When Mu Zi brought the body, Ding Fan had already been sure of the man's connections with the Vietnam Gang.
The body exuded the smell of alcohol and some rot, which was exactly the smell Ding Fan had encountered earlier in the Helicopter Bar.
At this moment, adding to what the White Hair Old Man's underling had said, Ding Fan was even more certain that the sniper was from the Vietnam Gang.
Ding Fan's expression darkened at that point, realizing he hadn't instilled enough fear in them before; the Vietnam Gang had dared to send a sniper to kill him.
Ding Fan's expression turned extremely grim.
Perhaps sensing the change in Ding Fan's demeanor, the White Hair Old Man hurriedly kneeled before him. He had now realized that a person like Ding Fan was not someone he could afford to provoke. He simply hoped that by showing some submissive behavior, Ding Fan might have a change of heart and let him go.
But, the White Hair Old Man was being too naive.
After dealing with the Vietnam Gang, Ding Fan had learned that being merciful to these gangs was akin to being cruel to himself.
If it weren't for Ding Fan's cultivation being what it was, he might have already been shot in the head by someone from the Vietnam Gang.
Having made a mistake once, Ding Fan would not make it a second time!
Ding Fan's right hand transformed into a Hand Blade, and he swung it.
A streak of blood shot out. The White Hair Old Man didn't even whimper before his bulky head was chopped off, and blood splattered everywhere, creating a horrifying scene.
The gangsters present recoiled at the sight.
In Moha City, they were no strangers to murder and arson, but they had never seen someone like Ding Fan, who was cold and ruthless.
Suddenly, the seventeen or eighteen gang members of the Tiger Gang still standing trembled, every man for himself... Ding Fan alone had terrified the entire Tiger Gang into silence.
Zhu Hua, watching the White Hair Old Man getting slain by Ding Fan, finally let out a breath that had been stuck in his chest.
This White Hair Old Man had been a tyrant in Moha City, taking whatever and whoever he wanted. If not for Ding Fan's arrival, he might have been driven to death by the White Hair Old Man by now.
Seeing the bully of Moha City die so miserably brought Zhu Hua a surge of joy, yet it still felt surreal, as everything had happened too quickly.
"Big Brother, we're just lackeys; we're just trying to make a living. Please spare us." At that moment, one of the Tiger Gang's gang members directly kneeled before Ding Fan.
One person knelt down, and the rest quickly followed suit. Soon, the Tiger Gang members were all obediently kneeling before Ding Fan.
Their expressions were grave and solemn. They didn't dare show the slightest disrespect, fearing that any extra movement might provoke Ding Fan to kill them as well.
"Tiger Gang is disbanded from now on. If you offend again..." As Ding Fan spoke, he glanced at the many gang members kneeling on the ground. "There will be no mercy!"