Chapter 672: Chapter 672

"Mosquito, what are you afraid of? Where are we? This is Mali, who here can manage us? And who could even come here to arrest someone..." As the Mustached Man spoke, he picked up the camera that was lying on the ground.

Then the Mustached Man leered at the female reporter. "Since this lady likes filming so much, let's take her to the bed and film from all sorts of angles. If the filming turns out great, who knows, maybe our duo could become stars."

After hearing Tattooed Man's words, Mosquito's face also twisted into a lecherous smile. "Eh? How come I hadn't thought of that."

In no time, both the Mustached Man and Tattooed Man were leering at the woman.

Although the woman's looks weren't top-notch, her slender figure and graceful posture made her quite beautiful.

Ding Fan, watching from the side, really didn't understand why such a woman would come to a place . Even if you had to secretly film in such a place, you should at least make some simple changes to your appearance.

What kind of people were here, after all? Walking in like that, it would be strange if she wasn't bullied.

"Stop... stop it, she's my girlfriend. You two big brothers, you can't do this..." The man beside her quickly stood up and said.

"Fuck off!" Tattooed Man's temper was obviously very volatile, as he slapped the man squarely across the face with the back of his hand.

The slap was forceful; the man spun in place, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Kid, don't say I didn't warn you. Scram now and don't ruin my mood, or I'll make sure you die a gruesome death today."

Having said that, Tattooed Man took out a sharp dagger from his pocket and waved it menacingly in his hand.

The crowd around them, seeing someone pull out a knife, wasn't afraid; on the contrary, many became more excited.

In a chaotic place like Mali, fighting had become all too common—if a day went by without a fight, that might be considered abnormal.

"Stab him to death, I haven't seen blood in so long, it's getting dull!"

"Finish him! Finish him!"...

A number of people in the crowd were egging them on...

With the crowd cheering him on, Tattooed Man grew even more arrogant, pointing his dagger at the man and saying, "Kid, don't say I didn't give you a chance. Scram now, and after we're done playing with your chick, we'll return her to you. But if you fucking don't scram, I'll let some blood out of you today!"

"Yu Ming..." The female reporter was now clutching the man's arm nervously.

The man called Yu Ming stood tall. "As long as I'm here, I absolutely won't let you bully my girlfriend!"

Ding Fan watched from a distance. Upon hearing the man's words, he was somewhat taken aback.

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But faced with the opposite man's knife, this man, though frail in appearance, displayed such unwavering resolve—it indeed impressed Ding Fan.

"Since it's like that, kid, then don't blame me for not being polite!" A murderous intent flashed across Tattooed Man's eyes. "I'll show you what it means to suffer for being too bold."

Tattooed Man charged forward, thrusting the short dagger directly toward Yu Ming's abdomen.

Yu Ming, feeble and frail—just like the female reporter, probably both journalists by profession—had absolutely no hope of standing up to those desperados.

Yu Ming clenched his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut.

Even in death, he wanted to shield his girlfriend. At that moment, Yu Ming truly prepared himself to die.

But at that very moment, a muffled sound erupted in front of Yu Ming.

Yu Ming was startled and quickly opened his eyes to see what happened. To his surprise, Tattooed Man had been sent flying backward by a kick from someone.

"You all stand behind me; no one will bully you."

Before Yu Ming could even comprehend what was happening, a figure swiftly positioned itself in front of Yu Ming and the female reporter.

The newcomer was none other than Ding Fan.

Actually, Ding Fan had not been interested in meddling in the female reporter's affairs; he had his own things to deal with.

However, ultimately seeing Yu Ming bravely stand out for his girlfriend, Ding Fan decided to step in, moved by his courage.

"Fuck... a nosy parker shows up."

"Finish him! Annihilate her!"...

The crowd, not bothered by the escalation, cheered directly at Tattooed Man.

Tattooed Man's face turned beet red as he picked himself up from the ground.

Tattooed Man was renowned for his ferocity, and not many in the area didn't know of his brutal temper. But today, humiliated in front of so many, being kicked over by Ding Fan was a disgrace too large to bear.

So, as Tattooed Man got up from the ground, he didn't say a word. Clenching the dagger in his hand, he lunged straight toward Ding Fan.

It was clear to the surrounding crowd that Tattooed Man was fighting desperately.

Ding Fan furrowed his brows.

He hadn't intended any real harm to Tattooed Man; otherwise, with that kick just now, he could have easily killed him.

An ordinary person could never tolerate a kick from Ding Fan. But to Ding Fan's surprise, he had shown restraint, yet Tattooed Man was relentless, now even determined to fight to the death with him.

"Be careful..." At that moment, Yu Ming, standing behind Ding Fan, saw the man charging and, full of concern, warned him.

In Yu Ming's eyes, Ding Fan too appeared skinny, unlikely to be a match for his opponent.

Many in the surrounding crowd shared Yu Ming's sentiment.

Though Ding Fan had previously knocked down Tattooed Man with a kick, many believed it was a sneak attack. Now in a head-to-head fight, most observers thought Ding Fan was sure to lose.

"Fuck! Die!" Tattooed Man roared and lunged straight for Ding Fan's chest.

Just as the Tattooed Man's knife was about to pierce Ding Fan, Ding Fan abruptly lifted his foot and, without mercy, kicked out.

The Tattooed Man was flipped to the ground by Ding Fan once again. This time, after being flipped, the Tattooed Man huffed and puffed on the ground for a long time without getting up.

"Damn it! Does this kid know kung fu or what?"

"This kid must be hiding his skills. Without kung fu, how could he possibly kick his opponent twice in succession…"

People around burst into a flurry of discussion.

Ding Fan glanced at the Tattooed Man lying on the ground and then at Mustached Man across from him.

In such a mixed and chaotic place, brawling was normal. Since he had already subdued the Tattooed Man, Ding Fan didn't want to stay any longer.

"Let's go." Ding Fan turned and said to Yu Ming and the female reporter.

"Kid, you think you can leave? I'm afraid that's not possible!" Just then, Mustached Man pulled out a pistol from his bosom.

The dark muzzle was pointed directly at Ding Fan's head.

When the people around saw the gun, they got excited again. Both Yu Ming and the female reporter turned deathly pale at the sight of the gun.

It's well known that Huaxia Country has strict gun control; they hardly ever see guns in their daily lives.

"I advise you to put down your gun now, or you'll be the one regretting it in a moment!" Ding Fan said indifferently to Mustached Man.

"Fuck! Are you an idiot! The gun is pointed at you, what do I have to be afraid of?" Mustached Man laughed as if he had heard a hilarious joke.

"Kill him for me! Let him try playing tough with me!" Tattooed Man, still not getting up from the ground, said to Mustached Man.

Mustached Man chuckled. "Don't worry, bro, I'll turn this dumbass into a sieve in a moment."

Ding Fan frowned slightly upon hearing Mustached Man's words.

Today, Ding Fan really didn't want to escalate the situation, but looking at the current state of affairs, if he didn't take it seriously, the other party likely wouldn't let him go easily.

"Kid, kneel down now, kowtow to my brother, and if I'm satisfied, I might actually consider letting you off the hook," Mustached Man snickered.

"You ******... letting this kid off the hook is going too far, just kill him!" Tattooed Man said, clearly irritated.

"I didn't say I was letting him go, I said I would consider it..." Mustached Man earnestly corrected Tattooed Man's words.

Ding Fan snorted lightly. "So what you're saying is, you never intended to let me leave here alive today?"

Mustached Man smiled. "That depends on your performance... Now kneel down quickly!"

How could Ding Fan not see through Mustached Man's laziness, but how could he possibly fall for his trick?

Ding Fan's right hand shot up, and instantly an iron nail flew out.

"Ah…" Mustached Man let out a scream.

When people looked over, they saw Mustached Man's right hand, the one holding the gun, was bloody, and the pistol had dropped to the ground because of the injury to his hand.

The action was too fast, and the crowd didn't catch a clear view of what Ding Fan had thrown.

In reality, what Ding Fan had thrown was an iron nail.

Ding Fan came to Mali to find Bian Zhimu. Before that, it was better not to overly expose himself, which is why he used iron nails instead of the Wind Blade Technique.

The main reason was to hide his real strength.

"You ******…" Mustached Man howled in pain, then tried to reach for the gun with his left hand.

Seeing this, Ding Fan realized Mustached Man was truly stubborn, set on taking his life.

For those who wanted him dead, Ding Fan was never merciful. He walked over and grabbed the pistol before Mustached Man could.

Mustached Man was startled, but then he said viciously, "Kid, don't look down on yourself, have you ever killed anyone?…"

Bang… Before Mustached Man could finish his sentence, Ding Fan shot him, choosing a headshot.

Instantly, as the gunshot echoed, blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.

Thud… Mustached Man fell stiffly to the ground, and when people looked over, he was already dead beyond doubt.

Everyone around was stunned silent. Although it was a chaotic place, seeing a killing on the street was still too visually shocking.

"You… you…" Tattooed Man felt fear for the first time.

Ding Fan didn't hesitate and raised his hand for another shot, piercing Tattooed Man's head with a bullet.

The onlookers all closed their mouths for a moment.

Nobody ever thought that someone as lean as Ding Fan could lash out and kill so decisively.

After shooting two people, Ding Fan threw the pistol aside.

Killing two scum—if it wasn't for the need to hide his capabilities, Ding Fan wouldn't have needed a gun. Just one Wind Blade Technique, and those two would have been gone…