Capítulo 1039: Chapter 812: Should We Keep Paying Tribute to This Gang?
Mu Fan’s disguised face was expressionless, but the chilling voice made the nearby onlookers feel as if the temperature had suddenly dropped.
An illusion?
With a shiver, the crowd continued to watch the skinny, tall “Wheel” with laughter.
With a “click,” everyone clearly heard the sound of metal scraping.
Mu Fan’s left hand directly pressed down on Lu Qingxue’s right hand, which was about to be raised!
“No need, just watch.”
Lu Qingxue did not show any displeasure at the momentary skin contact; instead, there was an obedient nod.
“Tsk tsk, are you planning to use a weapon on me?”
“Take a clear look at where you are, outsider.”
Wheel’s lips curled into a cruel smile, revealing a crimson tongue as he licked his lips and walked over.
The gun muzzle got closer and closer to Mu Fan’s forehead.
And he slowly released the safety lock with one hand.
“Right now, I’m pointing a gun at you… And even if I kill you, no one will care, understand?”
“Now I suspect you’re a government dog.”
Amid the laughter, the cold light in Wheel’s eyes grew more intense.
Around them, the merry drinkers had already eagerly cleared a view to watch.
Mu Fan just stared blankly at the opponent, until the cold muzzle officially touched his forehead.
“Fools like you die every year, so… you’re dead.”
The forefinger began pressing down on the trigger!
Once the trigger was fully pulled, that bullet would blast through the damned head.
Wheel’s voice, cold and amused, blended with the heartless laughter of the onlookers.
The cheers in the center of the venue juxtaposed with the distant merriment.
Mu Fan felt the icy touch on his forehead, raised his drooping eyelids, and simply uttered two words:
“Courting… death.”
His right hand suddenly shot out.
Within inches, a punch packed with immense force was unleashed.
The speed far exceeded human visual limits.
Wheel still held a smile when he realized something was wrong, and that lightning-fast inch punch had already slammed heavily into his abdomen.
The smile froze on his face, and the impact force sent his body soaring half a meter into the air.
He crashed to the ground.
The intense pain in his stomach made Wheel curl up like a lobster.
Retracting his fist, Mu Fan, wearing a tattered mercenary outfit, looked down at the tall lanky man on the ground, writhing in pain.
“Don’t draw your gun carelessly; today, I don’t want to kill anyone.”
He casually picked up a glass of whiskey from the table, took a sip of the fairly authentic beer.
Mu Fan looked at Green, who was revealing his bronze muscles, and said indifferently, “What other rules are there?”
Green’s eyebrow twitched. He looked at the Wheel, who was taken down with a single punch, his mind rapidly calculating Mu Fan’s combat power.
However, at this moment, a fierce, brown-skinned fat man who came along with Green had a vicious glint in his eye as his left hand stealthily reached behind him.
From the beginning, this fat man hadn’t said a word.
Sitting quietly in the back, Lu Qingxue’s agile eyes turned slightly in that direction, her left hand under the cloak had once again gripped the sword scabbard tightly.
With a “pa” sound, a streak of electric light suddenly burst in the narrow space.
Just as everyone was looking at Green, he suddenly launched a sneak attack!
The fierce fat man, with a ferocious face, suddenly swung a plasma whip with his left hand, which, if it hit, could instantly tear through a human body!
No one had time to react, and even when the screams of surprise rang out, the electric light was already hanging in mid-air.
A vicious gleam flickered in Green’s eyes, yet he saw no trace of panic on Mu Fan’s face.
Mu Fan’s pupils contracted, and in that instant…
It was as if people heard the crackling sound bamboo makes when it grows taller in the night rain.
The explosive sound of bones under the movement of muscles!
The black shiny pupils flashed a restless bloody red.
His step was firm, muscles all over his body were like a drawn bow!
Twisting his body, the power of the large muscle groups on his back quickly converged, surging through his waist into his legs.
He leaped into the air, delivering a flying kick!
People only saw a terrifying airwave erupt from the spot, with the phantom drawing a straight line fixed in their retinas.
It was the silhouette of Mu Fan kicking backward in mid-air.
The plasma whip about to touch his head was suddenly kicked away along with its owner.
Boom!
The fierce fat man was like a ball kicked with great force, flying horizontally for dozens of meters.
He crashed directly towards the fighting platform, hitting a crew-cutted strong man who was about to challenge Big Bob, sending him flying.
Then this giant meatball broke through the fighting platform railing, smashed into a huge round table, and finally stopped.
Just like a roaring beast, Black Baldy’s entire eyeballs were bloodshot. He first looked blankly at the spot where his opponent had been, then let out a fierce roar, directed at the fat man’s direction, and more at Mu Fan here.
“Jody!”
Green shouted in surprise and anger, but the fat man, apart from foaming at the mouth and his eyes rolling up, showed no reaction.
With two of his men, Wheel was disabled by one punch, and the fat man Jody now lay there unconscious, foaming at the mouth.
This outsider possessed astonishing combat power.
This time, the fight completely captured everyone’s attention inside the bar.
Yet Mu Fan’s face still showed no emotion.
His lips curved into a cold smile as he just moved his neck slightly, producing the crackling of bones, then lightly lifted and landed his combat boots, taking a step forward.
Green and his men simultaneously stepped back.
Mu Fan took another step forward.
Green stepped back again.
Mu Fan stood firm, tilting his head looking at the muscular man opposite with bronze muscles, and calmly asked, “Does this foothill still need further salutation?”
The words were bland but carried an invisible force.
At this moment, not just Green, even the surrounding drinkers seemed as if they sobered up from alcohol.
They carefully examined Mu Fan’s attire, guessing which Mercenary Group he belonged to.
However, more of the mercenary patrons were coldly watching the center of the venue, and then…
One by one guns were taken out from unknown places.
These people always lived by licking blood off the blade.
Isn’t it more exciting to fight after drinking?
A crowd of faces with unfriendly smiles emerged.
After hearing Mu Fan’s words, Green took a deep breath…
“Owww!~~”
The black baldheaded man, like a chimpanzee, fiercely thumped his chest with two palms, producing a thunderous sound.
He opened his mouth and shouted loudly at Mu Fan:
“The scum that disrupts Bob’s fight, Big Bob will crush your balls!”
“Trash, one-on-one, come up here, I want to duel with you!”
That thick finger pointed at Mu Fan.
Then both hands simultaneously raised middle fingers.
“F-U-C-K! Little skinny, I’m going to shove your head up your ass.”
The raging Bob walked back and forth on the fighting platform, like an angry chimpanzee.
Black Bob’s string of furious provocations instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the drinkers, a shower of bills was thrown onto the platform by the rowdy mercenaries.
“Blast him, Bob.”
“I’m betting on Big Bob to win, 5000!”
“I’ll put in 10,000 for Big Bob!”
At this moment, the mercenaries and desperadoes below were all stupefied by the lure of money and the scent of battle.
Bob, his eyes reddened by the atmosphere, caught sight of something, and his pupils gleamed.
He flipped over the railing, lifting a giant wooden table with both hands, then jumped onto the platform looking at Mu Fan.
“Little skinny, Big Bob’s gonna shred you!”
With a sharp throw of both hands.
That over two-meter-diameter wooden table came crashing down towards Mu Fan.