Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 858 - 856 I Don’t Like Threats!

Chapter 858: Chapter 856 I Don’t Like Threats!

"People inside, come the fuck out! If you don’t come out today, I’ll burn down your shitty house!"

Xiao Xing’er heard the noise and stealthily peeked out, and with just one glance, her legs went weak with fear!

She saw those guys, each with tattoos on their hands and ferocious expressions, taking out five or six round barrels from the car, opening them up, and pouring the liquid inside onto their house’s door and windows without hesitation!

A faint, acrid smell drifted from outside into the room!

It was actually gasoline!

Could it be that these people really intended to burn them alive?

Xiao Xing’er was completely panicked!

Bai Zhenan was too audacious, wasn’t he? This was a matter of life and death!

"Grandfather, what should we do? They’re going to burn us alive!"

Xiao Xing’er felt helpless, sweating profusely; she was just a young girl, how was she supposed to keep calm in this situation?

She knew Bai Zhenan, but she never imagined that Bai Zhenan would dare to do such a thing!

It was complete lawlessness!

But then she thought about Ren Feifan’s actions that morning, Bai Zhenan’s embarrassed state, and knew that it was impossible for him not to seek revenge!

Old Man Xiao knew things weren’t as simple as they looked and pondered for a long time before deciding to open the door, but he quickly noticed a figure standing in his way.

The big dummy?

What was this fool planning to do?

"Grandfather Xiao, you’re advanced in age, you shouldn’t get involved in this. I was the one who fought, I’ll go out and meet them."

Old Man Xiao was taken aback, his expression serious; he had never expected this big dummy to step forward at a time like this.

Was he really foolish or not?

Didn’t he know that once a person went out, they might truly never come back?

He didn’t fear death with his old bones, but the big dummy was just in his twenties!

Xing’er directly grabbed Ren Feifan’s hand, her eyes brimming with tears, and said in a trembling voice, "Big dummy, don’t go out, if you do, you’re really going to die! It’s because of me, so let me go out instead..."

Ren Feifan smiled, shook off Xing’er’s hand, opened the door, and walked out.

Leaving behind a forlorn silhouette.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut!

...

Outside.

Ren Feifan faced the rows of motorcycles and the tattooed youths, each holding either a blade or a weapon, the corner of his mouth displaying amusement.

The man in the middle was none other than Bai Zhenan, whose eyes sparkled with rage at the sight of Ren Feifan!

It was the classic case of sworn enemies turning red with enmity upon meeting!

"You little shit, you finally have the guts to come out! If you hadn’t come out, I would’ve burned you out!" Bai Zhenan said through gritted teeth.

"Bro White, is this the jerk you were talking about?"

A bald guy with a dragon tattooed on his arm stepped forward, slapping the machete in his palm several times.

The cold light was intense, the sound crisp.

The blade must be decent.

"Yeah, that’s the guy. Old Jun, this one is a bit tricky, don’t take him lightly! Better have the brothers join in," Bai Zhenan cautioned.

After all, he still vividly remembered the morning’s events, especially the look in this kid’s eyes—Bai Zhenan was certain he had killed before!

So before he came here, he also made a call to a relative in the police station, asking him to send a car to deal with this kid, which was also his backup plan.

Old Jun patted the tattoo on his arm, bragging, "I didn’t get these Tattoos for nothing, I’m telling you, Bro White, if this kid doesn’t pay the price today, I’ll scratch off my tattoos!"

After speaking, he walked a few more steps forward, stopping just two meters in front of Ren Feifan, and said while tilting his chin up, "Buddy, will you cripple yourself, or should I do it? I’m telling you, if I take action, there might be blood."

Ren Feifan sneered, glanced at the other’s tattoos, and suddenly remembered the tattoo on his own arm. Subconsciously, he rolled up his sleeve, revealing the tattoo on his arm!

The next second, Old Jun saw that this kid’s tattoo was even more impressive than his!

His own was a black dragon!

And what was inked on the other person was a Golden Dragon!

And the appearance of the dragons was heaven and earth apart; his own couldn’t compare.

Realizing his tattoos were somewhat inferior, he cursed, "You think you’re somebody just because you got a dragon tattooed? Get on your knees for me!"

Old Jun suddenly burst forward, aiming a kick directly at Ren Feifan’s knee!

If nothing unexpected happened, this kid’s knees would bend, or even break, and then he would kneel before him!

"Crack!"

Old Jun indeed kicked the opponent’s knee, but it felt as if he had kicked a steel plate!

Damn it, it’s fractured!

It was his own leg that was fractured!

"Fuck!"

Old Jun cursed loudly, clutching his right leg and screaming in pain!

"Finished your performance?"

Suddenly, an icy voice sounded by his ear. Old Jun was startled and lifted his head subconsciously, only to be met with a pair of eyes cold enough to chill him to the bone.

It was as though he was being targeted by something from hell, sending tremors down his spine!

"Now it’s my turn!"

As soon as Ren Feifan’s words fell, he quickly reached out and grabbed the other person’s neck.

Slowly, Old Jun’s feet left the ground, and he was lifted into the air!

Old Jun only felt his neck being tightly gripped by something, nearly making it impossible for him to breathe!

And then he lost his balance!

By the time he could see the situation in front of him clearly, he panicked!

The young man had actually lifted him up.

What kind of strength was this!

He weighed at least 150 pounds; how could someone lift him up with one hand!

This was too terrifying.

Ren Feifan looked at Old Jun in front of him and said coldly, "I especially hate trouble, so I like to nip it in the bud."

With a "bang," Old Jun was thrown out, flying seven or eight meters before his back slammed heavily into the car’s front windshield.

"Crash!"

A large area of the car’s glass shattered instantly!

Ren Feifan took step after step towards those people!

This trouble must be resolved, or it would lead to endless problems.

Just as he was a few steps away, a young man with pierced ears and yellow hair took out a lighter, which quickly ignited.

"You... you stay back, if you come any closer, I’ll let these two guys here join you in death!"

Ren Feifan’s pupils contracted as he looked at the flame, and he threw a fierce punch!

The young man was startled and, without thinking, threw the lighter away!

Just as the flame was about to land on the pile of gasoline, the lighter somehow hung in the air.

Ren Feifan extended his hand, and a special energy flowed out; he clenched his palm, and the fire went out instantly.

"Snap!"

Ren Feifan punched the young man’s chest, and the latter spat out blood and fainted!

Bai Zhenan panicked and quickly waved his hand and said, "This guy knows martial arts, let’s all attack together, use knives, I’ll take the blame for any trouble!"

Before he could finish speaking, everyone only saw a blurry figure flash by, leaving chaos in its wake.

Chaos erupted!

In three seconds!

Ren Feifan stood firmly in front of Bai Zhenan, a cold smile on his lips, and his icy voice rang out again:

"It seems letting you off this morning wasn’t a wise decision. Luckily for me, you came back to seek death."

Bai Zhenan looked around in a daze, completely terrified!

My God, where did everyone go? In such a short time, all his support had collapsed!

What kind of joke was this?

If this guy laid a hand on him, wouldn’t he turn into a puddle of blood?

"Big... big brother, I... I was wrong, please don’t kill me... I won’t dare do it again."

Bai Zhenan was trembling all over, truly afraid that if Ren Feifan carelessly used a knife, he would be done for!

As he was filled with fear, the sound of police sirens reached his ears.

"Finally, my backup has arrived!"