SWDnovel Chapter 120 You still know Lord Feng? How laughable!
Chapter 120 You still know Lord Feng? How laughable!
Before anyone could react, Zhang Fan slapped Han Kou hard across the face with his backhand.
It made him see stars instantly, and blood seeped from his mouth and nose.
Immediately following was a series of rapid and rhythmic slaps.
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Zhang Fan remained expressionless, swinging his arms mechanically with each strike delivered with full force.
The crisp sound of striking echoed continuously, resonating in everyone's hearts.
Blood and broken teeth flew everywhere, and the initial screams gradually turned into pleas for mercy and groans.
Wei Shan and Han Kou, held in his hands, were completely incapable of resisting, their dignity utterly destroyed.
"stop!"
"Quickly pull him away!"
Only then did the guards and thugs recover from their shock.
They roared and charged forward!
Fu Su and Mo Feng rushed forward and grabbed Zhang Fan's arms tightly from both sides.
"Teacher, calm down!"
With the combined efforts of several people, Zhang Fan's crazy actions were forcibly stopped.
He slowly relaxed his arm, releasing his grip on his hair.
Wei Shan and Han Kou immediately collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Their faces were completely deformed, bruised and swollen, covered in blood, and their original appearance was no longer recognizable.
The intense pain and unbearable humiliation actually brought the two of them to their senses.
Wei Shan let out a roar.
He stared intently at Zhang Fan with bloodshot eyes and said angrily,
"Kill him! Kill him!"
Han Kou also struggled to prop himself up.
He pointed at Zhang Fan, his voice sharp and piercing:
"What are you all standing there for?! Get them!"
"Chop him into mincemeat!"
Give the order!
Without a moment's hesitation, the dozen or so guards' eyes flashed with murderous intent.
They brandished their drawn steel swords and instantly surrounded the three!
The steel blade was drawn, its cold light gleaming!
The killing intent of the dozen or so guards had already locked onto Zhang Fan, Fu Su, and Mo Feng!
Bloodshed is imminent!
Fusu's face paled, and he instinctively shouted sharply:
"Stop! This is Shangdang County, which belongs to the Qin Dynasty!"
"Are you going to commit murder in public and disregard the laws of Qin?!"
The shout caused the guards to freeze in their tracks.
They hesitated.
They weren't truly afraid of the distant law; as vicious dogs of a wealthy family, their hands were stained with blood to some extent.
But this is Ji Honglou!
Killing someone in public could trigger a thorough investigation by the authorities!
The first to suffer are those lackeys who took action!
Seeing this, Wei Shan and Han Kou's anger burned even more fiercely, completely destroying their reason.
They didn't know why Zhang Fan had suddenly gone mad, but the humiliation of that fire drove them crazy!
"What's there to be afraid of!"
Wei Shan snatched the steel knife from the guard beside him and glared fiercely at Zhang Fan.
"Making trouble at Ji Honglou is a blatant disrespect to the lord of the mansion!"
"Today, I, Wei Shan, will clean house for the landlord and chop down this ignorant brat!"
That's all.
He was carrying a knife, and he actually staggered as he charged forward!
Look at his blustering yet cowardly appearance!
The murderous intent in Zhang Fan's eyes slowly faded, replaced by a cold sneer.
Is it a competition to see who is more of a spoiled brat?
"Oh!"
He let out a cold laugh, his voice not loud, but crystal clear.
"Call Feng Yuan over here."
The words fell.
The room fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone stared at Zhang Fan without moving.
Then, the deathly silence was shattered by a burst of loud laughter!
"Hahaha! What did I just hear? Who did he send over?"
One of the guards clutched his stomach, laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down his face.
"His name is Feng Yuan... Who does he think he is? Does he think the Prefect of Shangdang is just some nobody he can call out to whenever he wants?"
Another thug spat out a contemptuous look.
"He's gone mad! This kid's completely lost his mind! He's been beaten senseless!"
"Where did this country bumpkin come from, thinking he can intimidate us by mentioning the name of the Prefect? That's laughable!"
Mockery and ridicule rose and fell!
The way everyone looked at Zhang Fan was with disdain, as if he were an idiot.
In their view, this was undoubtedly the most clumsy attempt at bluffing when all hope was lost.
Despite the ridicule from the crowd, Zhang Fan's expression remained unchanged.
He simply turned his head and asked casually:
"Mo Feng, did you bring your sword?"
"Yes, Master."
Mo Feng responded in a deep voice, his hand already on the hilt of his sword at his waist, his sharp eyes scanning everyone around him.
……
at the same time.
On the top floor, inside a pavilion with flying eaves and a superb view.
A woman dressed in a magnificent red dress was lounging lazily on a soft couch.
She held a crystal-clear glass in her fingertips and gently sipped the wine inside.
His gaze swept over everything that was happening downstairs with great interest.
"Young Miss!"
A head guard bowed beside her and asked for instructions in a low voice.
"That person downstairs has offended the young masters of the Wei and Han families. Should we take action to deal with him?"
The woman in red shook her head slightly, a smile playing on her lips.
"No rush."
She parted her lips slightly, "Let him make a scene. This play... isn't even at its most exciting point yet!"
"Yes."
The head of the guards dared not ask any further questions, bowed respectfully, and quietly withdrew.
Only the woman in red remained in the attic.
She downed the remaining wine in her cup in one gulp, her gaze falling on Fusu, who was surrounded by the crowd.
The playful smile slowly faded, replaced by a thoughtful and surprised expression.
She murmured to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear it:
"It's actually... His Highness the Crown Prince."
"Has the Crown Prince traveled here privately, arriving in Shangdang County?"
Her gaze immediately shifted to the young man in white who had sparked the entire commotion.
A flicker of realization crossed his phoenix eyes.
"Then... you must be that legendary immortal master!"
"Zhang Fan..."
……
Inside a private room on the second floor.
Hearing the endless taunts around him, Zhang Fan sighed softly to himself.
He calmed his surging emotions; he had indeed acted impulsively tonight.
To put oneself in such a passive position because of an uncertain piece of news.
It seems that there is no other way but to expose their identities.
However, at that moment, something unexpected happened!
Two guards rushed up from downstairs and ran straight to Wei Shan and Han Kou.
He also whispered a few words quickly in their ears.
Wei Shan and Han Kou, who had been filled with resentment, instantly changed their expressions from anger to ecstasy after hearing the report!
It was an undisguised ecstasy of impending revenge!
"Hahaha! Well done! Well done!"
Han Kou struggled to his feet and pointed at Zhang Fan.
His face was full of a smug grin.
"Kid, my dad's here!"
"I'd like to see how you, you thief, die!"
Wei Shan laughed even more wildly!
He spat out a mouthful of blood, staring venomously at Zhang Fan:
"Didn't you say you were going to call him Prefect Feng? Keep calling him that!"
"My father has arrived! He's with Lord Feng and Commandant Han Zhen!"
"Let's see how you pretend now!"