Chapter 17: Kill Them Without Hesitation!

Chapter 17: Kill Without Mercy!

Hong Ming stood aside, his soul nearly fleeing in terror.

The scene before him was unbearably gruesome.

Each handful of hair was being ripped forcibly from the scalp.

With every yank, Lu Kun trembled all over in pain, emitting low whimpers.

But Xue An’s expression remained cold and calm, as if plucking weeds rather than hair.

When he finally finished, Xue An clapped his hands and nodded with satisfaction.

“This looks much better now!”

At that moment, everyone instinctively stepped back.

Especially Hong Ming, whose legs trembled uncontrollably. When Xue An’s gaze swept over him, he instinctively retreated further.

“Don’t come any closer... You’re finished. This Lu Kun is one of Fan Ge’s men; Fan Ge won’t let this go!” Hong Ming thought of Du Fan and felt a surge of confidence.

After something this serious, the reinforcements should be arriving soon, he reasoned.

Just then, a cacophony of footsteps echoed from the hallway, followed by an angry voice: “Who’s there? How dare you lay a hand on someone from Du Fan?”

A burly man with a sinister glare led a group, charging forward.

This Dragon Emperor’s Platform was under Du Fan’s management.

Usually, there wasn’t much trouble. Du Fan’s reputation was well established, and minor brawls involving drunken troublemakers were handled by Lu Kun.

Du Fan’s daily routine was mostly indulgence and leisure.

But today was different.

He had been drinking with others when a call summoned him out, informing him that Lu Kun had been beaten.

Furious, Du Fan immediately led his security team over.

At the sight of Du Fan’s arrival, Hong Ming’s eyes lit up.

Du Fan was a major figure in South City—so influential that even Hong Ming’s father would show him deference.

Excited, Hong Ming exclaimed to Xue An, “Fan Ge is here! Let’s see how arrogant you’ll be now!”

Lu Kun, upon seeing Du Fan, burst into tears and struggled to crawl over.

Du Fan was shocked by Lu Kun’s pitiful state: his hair completely gone, his head drenched in blood, looking like a plucked duck.

“Fan... Fan Ge, avenge me! This guy tore all my hair out!” Lu Kun sobbed after someone steadied his chin.

Enraged, Du Fan’s face darkened. Lu Kun had been his loyal subordinate for years; seeing him treated so brutally was a personal disgrace.

“Don’t worry. I’ll skin this bastard alive to get back at him!” Du Fan vowed fiercely.

Lu Kun nodded tearfully.

Du Fan then lifted his head, voice cold: “Who did this? Step forward and confess!”

Silence fell.

With a sneer, Du Fan taunted, “What? Dare to act but not to admit it?”

At this, Hong Ming eagerly pointed: “Fan Ge, it’s this guy! We all saw it!”

Du Fan turned sharply, then froze.

Xue An stood with hands behind his back, expression indifferent, looking at Du Fan. “You’re Du Fan?”

A chill ran down Du Fan’s spine—Xue An’s presence was overwhelming.

He had only ever encountered such an imposing aura in one person before, and even that was less intense.

Du Fan nodded stiffly, “I am Du Fan.”

Without hesitation, Xue An launched a punch straight at him.

Du Fan reacted swiftly, stepping back to barely dodge the blow.

The fist grazed his nose and smashed into the wall.

With a thunderous crash, the entire wall was shattered.

Dust billowed everywhere, and Du Fan’s heart nearly stopped. He shouted desperately, “It’s a misunderstanding! All a misunderstanding!”

But Xue An was not inclined to listen. After dealing with various factions all day, he was growing weary.

Whoever this was—if he claimed to be the boss, then killing him was justified.

Such was the control over life and death.

Just then, a large man rushed over. Du Fan saw him and felt as if salvation had arrived.

“Brother Hei, save me!”

The big man’s face darkened upon seeing Xue An but, in desperation, stepped forward.

Xue An threw another punch.

The man took a strong stance, concentrating all his strength into his right fist to meet Xue An’s blow.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Xue An’s mouth.

Bang.

The dull sound made everyone’s hearts skip a beat.

The man staggered back over a dozen steps, coughing up blood.

Du Fan, who had been confident upon the man’s arrival, was now genuinely terrified.

Even this big man couldn’t stand up to Xue An?

Wiping blood from his mouth, the man bitterly smiled, “Mr. Xue, thank you for your mercy.”

Only he knew that Xue An had held back; otherwise, he wouldn’t be standing here now.

Xue An withdrew his fist and asked calmly, “What are you doing here?”

This man was Lao Hei, the personal bodyguard of Qin Yuan.

Lao Hei gave a wry smile. “This Dragon Emperor’s Platform is also an asset of Longtai Group.”

Xue An nodded. “Is Qin Yuan not here?”

Lao Hei shook his head. “The old master is busy with company affairs.”

Du Fan’s whole body broke out in cold sweat.

Who was this man?

Why did Brother Hei address him respectfully as Mr. Xue?

And even call the old master by name?

Though Du Fan was well-known in the city, he was merely a lapdog of Longtai Group.

Not to mention Qin Yuan, even one of Qin Yuan’s bodyguards demanded Du Fan’s cautious respect.

He understood that his so-called influence was a joke compared to the Qin family.

As for Hong Ming, his face had turned deathly pale, and he was speechless.

He recognized Lao Hei and knew his status within Longtai Group.

Such a figure showed utmost respect to Xue An.

This alone revealed the true stature of this man.

“But the young lady said she was coming over. She should be here soon!” Lao Hei remarked.

No sooner had he spoken than Qin Yu entered with a stern expression.

Du Fan shivered violently and quickly bowed, “Young lady!”

Qin Yu didn’t even glance at him, walking straight up to Xue An.

“Mr. Xue.”

The title “Mr. Xue” crushed all hope from Hong Ming.

He recognized Qin Yu too—from a distant view at a high-end event with his father.

That was the extent of it; he had never spoken to her.

To him, Qin Yu was like a star in the sky—distant and unreachable.

He finally understood that everything he had been proud of was insignificant compared to Xue An.

No wonder from the start, Xue An had been indifferent—he simply didn’t care about such things.

Xue An nodded slightly.

Qin Yu frowned, surveying the surroundings, and asked gravely, “What happened?”

Du Fan, drenched in sweat, stammered out an explanation.

As for Lu Kun, he had already fainted from the shock.

(End of chapter)