My Perfect Female CEO
Chapter 49 - 46: He Is the Most Arrogant

Chapter 49: Chapter 46: He Is the Most Arrogant

The seven or eight people surrounding Ye Fan hadn’t finished their threats before their bodies were almost simultaneously flung backwards. Their expressions were filled with terror, blood spurted from their mouths, and the intense pain originating from their chests attacked their very souls.

They didn’t see how Ye Fan struck; by the time they realized, it was like being struck by lightning.

"Is his speed really that terrifying?"

"Damn it, it’s like seeing a ghost!"

"Damn, I just felt a blur before my eyes, and in that moment, he moved, and we ended up like this."

As the seven or eight of them were flung through the air in horror, all sorts of incredulous thoughts churned in their minds.

Ye Fan moved quickly, not having the patience to listen to their nonsense. Before they could react, his fist shot out, swiftly striking their chests, easily sending them flying like scattered blossoms.

With a crisp crackling sound, the bodies of the seven or eight people crashed into the tables, chairs, bottles, and jars behind them, landing on the ground miserably.

This commotion drew everyone’s attention.

"Did he really make a move?" Ye Juanjuan was full of doubt.

"My god, a hero, this is a legendary hero." The skinny woman widened her eyes.

Ye Juanjuan and the skinny woman kept their eyes on Ye Fan’s actions. Although they didn’t spot how Ye Fan struck, the astonishing idea surfaced in their minds that it might have been Ye Fan who disciplined those injured.

"What happened?" Mole, Qiu Wen, Lu Xuehong, and the others all turned their gaze, filled with strange emotions, towards Ye Fan.

They didn’t know what had occurred, but the miserable cries of those on the ground were stimulating their nerves. Ye Fan must have something extraordinary about him; there was no other explanation.

The red-haired man abandoned Lu Xuehong, rushed over in confusion, and shouted at one of the fallen, "Damn it, what happened?"

"I don’t know. I just saw darkness before my eyes and flew. It seemed like that guy made a move." The person replied in terror.

"Trash, getting beaten up without even knowing how it happened." The red-haired man cursed indignantly. His gaze towards Ye Fan was filled with fear; he was acutely aware that Ye Fan was definitely not an easy opponent, so easily taking down seven or eight people wasn’t something an ordinary person could do. At this moment, Mole, surrounded by his underlings, approached the red-haired man’s side, frowning, "What happened?"

"Brother Mole, this guy isn’t simple; he’s a master," the red-haired man emphasized the word "master" especially heavily.

"A master?" Mole’s expression tensed. He clasped his hands towards Ye Fan, speaking sternly, "Brother, what street do you run on? I’m Brother Mole, working for the Third Gang Leader of the Fierce Tiger Gang. If you’re smart, hurry up and apologize. I might forgive and forget."

Mole was very assertive, and he had the capital to be so. Regardless of what kind of master, being arrogant in Dongfang City was practically suicidal.

"What is Mole? Never heard of him. What’s the Fierce Tiger Gang? Never heard of that either." Ye Fan spoke calmly. His voice was cold, and as soon as it fell, it was like a bolt from the blue, causing everyone in the bar to be stunned.

"This guy’s very mysterious. It seems like he’s not from the streets; otherwise, he couldn’t possibly not know about the Fierce Tiger Gang." Qiu Wen’s gaze jumped in shock.

"Is he a dragon crossing a river!?" Lu Xuehong was surprised.

"So cool, this hero is too cool, it’s simply like one roar against injustice, this aura! Tsk tsk, in front of him, Brother Mole is nothing." The skinny woman’s jaw almost dropped. She’d seen arrogant people, but someone as arrogant as Ye Fan she’d never seen, not even putting Mole in his eyes, and even dismissing the Fierce Tiger Gang, was too incredible.

"Damn, you punk don’t want to live! Damn it, bastard, say one more word, and I’ll chop you to pieces!" The red-haired man gripped a machete, pointing it at Ye Fan, cursing ferociously.

The others were equally angered, itching to rush up and chop Ye Fan into minced meat.

Mole’s face surged with rage; he already had murder in his mind. His underlings had only given the bouncers at Gray Wolf Bar a beating and hadn’t gone for the kill. But he now had murderous intent. Being disregarded as if he was nothing was insulting.

As the red-haired man’s words fell, Ye Fan’s hand moved again, and it was another glass that flew out, blasting into the red-haired man’s mouth. Accompanied by a miserable scream, five or six of the red-haired man’s teeth shattered, and his mouth was covered in blood.

"Ah!" The red-haired man screamed hysterically.

Mole couldn’t hold back anymore and shouted, "Punishing my underlings right in front of me, you’re too arrogant. If you want to survive in Dongfang City, whether you’re a dragon you must coil, whether you’re a tiger you must crouch. You’ve successfully enraged me. To be frank, you’re dead for sure; not only that, but your family and friends will also face ruin. The men will be crippled, and the women will be dragged into nightclubs to sell themselves. I will make sure you know that crossing me, Mole, was a grave mistake."

"To dare threaten me, there’s only one end, which is becoming a cripple." Ye Fan stood up, walking towards Mole.

He only wanted to slightly discipline Mole and the others, but now, Mole’s words had angered him, and the consequences would be dire.

"Get him, chop him into pieces to feed the fish," Mole’s expression twisted grotesquely.

"Die!" The underlings roared, brandishing weapons, and charged at Ye Fan.

At this moment, they only wished to kill Ye Fan.

"Mole’s going to kill! Now what do we do?" Ye Juanjuan and the skinny woman huddled together, worriedly muttering.

Qiu Wen and Lu Xuehong exchanged complex glances. Both women were grateful for Ye Fan’s action, but if Ye Fan were really to die now, things would get really messy.

"Bang bang bang!!!" The sound of physical impacts rang out continuously.

"Ah ah ah!!!" The underlings cried out in agony, bodies spitting blood as they were flung away.

In the blink of an eye, over twenty people charging at Ye Fan were severely injured.

At this moment, Ye Fan held a steel pipe and charged towards Mole.

"Holy crap, he’s too strong. Is he still human?" Mole’s spine was drenched in cold sweat at some unknown time.

Among the underlings left, a little over ten, legs trembling, arms shaky, even unable to hold their weapons steady anymore.

"Charge, all of you charge." Mole’s teeth chattered, roaring in terror, his body taking a sharp turn, attempting to flee.

"Ah..." The underlings growled to vent their inner fear, charging towards Ye Fan. Defying Mole’s orders was unthinkable; even becoming disabled to buy time for Mole’s escape was their resolve.

A chaotic clatter, and those ten or so were all sent flying.

By now, Mole had only managed to escape ten meters.

"I always make good on my words. If I say I’ll cripple you, I naturally won’t let you escape unscathed," Ye Fan murmured softly, the steel pipe in his hand slicing through the air, barreling towards Mole.