Supreme Cultivation Chapter 128 - 127: Do Not Provoke

Chapter 128: Chapter 127: Do Not Provoke

In an instant, the ten n were furious.

"Get him! Kill this kid!" the leader barked.

The group nodded and charged forward. To them, taking down Ye Fan seed incredibly simple. A guy with his build should go down with a single punch.

At that mont, Ye Fan made his move. The majesty of the King of Heaven could not be challenged. He threw a single punch, sending the man leading the charge flying.

The rest of them grabbed wine bottles and rushed in.

Unfortunately, before the King of Heaven, any challenge was pointless. Ye Fan took them all down in a few moves, and the entire nightclub erupted into chaos as a crowd of n lay wailing on the floor.

The cigar-smoking bigshot seed frozen in place. Even the cigar in his mouth trembled as a shiver ran down his spine.

Ye Fan kicked out, snapping the man’s cigar in half. The move was so cool that the two won swooned even harder. Many other won in the nightclub also took a keen interest in Ye Fan, but he paid them no mind.

The bigshot stared at Ye Fan in horror. He shakily pulled a handgun from his clothes, aid it at Ye Fan, and stamred, "You’d better not... do anything rash!"

Being held at gunpoint didn’t faze Ye Fan in the slightest. "If you don’t put that gun down," he said calmly, "I’ll show you the true aning of despair."

For most people, a firearm was a death sentence. But for Ye Fan, a re handgun was no threat at all.

"You’re courting death!"

Just as the man pulled the trigger, the three won with Ye Fan scread in fright.

Ye Fan moved in a blur. Before the man could register what had happened, his handgun was in Ye Fan’s hand, pressed firmly against his own temple. At this point, the bigshot was so scared he wet himself. He had seen plenty of tough guys in his ti, but never anyone as terrifyingly formidable as Ye Fan.

As he stood there shaking, Ye Fan kicked the back of his knee, forcing him to the ground.

"AH!" the man cried out, realizing he was now kneeling on shattered glass.

"I told you to get lost. I gave you a chance, but you chose to provoke ," Ye Fan said coldly. Then, with a light squeeze, he crushed the handgun. The onlookers, stunned by his extraordinary strength, began to flee the nightclub.

Ye Fan slapped him across the face. The man glared back, his expression a mixture of rage and indignation. Ye Fan followed up with several more slaps until the man’s face was nearly a bloody pulp. Now, he didn’t dare show the slightest hint of defiance.

Before long, police sirens wailed.

Ye Fan quickly sent a text ssage to Spencer.

Then, police officers rushed in. Upon seeing the scene, the leading officer barked at Ye Fan, "You’re under arrest."

Six or seven handguns were pointed at Ye Fan.

The three won hid fearfully behind him. "I hate having guns pointed at ," Ye Fan said, his voice low and dangerous. "I’ll give you one chance. Put them away, or don’t bla

for what happens next."

"Listen, Chinese punk!" the officer shouted at Ye Fan in halting Hua Xia. "This is Europe! You can’t just throw your weight around here!"

Seeing the police, the bigshot regained so courage. "Officer!" he cried pitifully. "You have to take this punk away! He was causing trouble in my club and is unbelievably arrogant!"

"Take him away!" the leading officer ordered.

Two officers stepped forward, but Ye Fan moved first. With a sweep of his arms, he sent both n flying backward.

Stunned, the lead officer was about to fire when he froze. Ye Fan had already disard him and was now pressing the officer’s own gun to his head. If Ye Fan pulled the trigger, the officer’s head would explode.

"Drop the gun!" the other three officers yelled, aiming their weapons at Ye Fan.

"Do you really think you can shoot before I kill you all?" Ye Fan asked.

It sounded like an arrogant boast, but it left them feeling completely vulnerable. In that mont, they had no doubt that Ye Fan could actually do it.

Tang Yurou didn’t know what to do; she didn’t want Ye Fan to kill anyone else. The other two won had wanted to call the police, but now that the officers were here, they had been subdued by Ye Fan just as easily. They felt utterly helpless.

The standoff was broken by the sound of a shattering wine bottle.

It had been thrown from outside. When they turned to look, they saw Spencer and his bodyguards. He had rushed over as soon as he got Ye Fan’s text. Thankfully, he had arrived just in ti.

Upon seeing Spencer, the police officers and the recently humiliated bigshot all breathed a sigh of relief. Spencer was a powerful figure in the city, completely out of their league. They assud he was here to deal with Ye Fan.

However, when Spencer walked up to Ye Fan, he turned and slapped the lead officer squarely across the face.

"You have no business here," he said arrogantly. "Get lost now, or I’ll make you regret it!"

The humiliated officer clutched his cheek and left with his n. He never expected Spencer to strike him directly. Spencer was soone he could never afford to provoke; he was just a police officer, while Spencer was a major figure with close ties to the heir of the Imperial Palace. Despite his burning rage from the slap, the officer didn’t dare show it and could only retreat respectfully.

"Lord Spencer, this kid from the East bullied ! Please, Lord Spencer, you must stand up for !" Even now, the man still believed Spencer and Ye Fan were unrelated.

"Beat him!" Spencer ordered his bodyguards.

They imdiately set upon the man, beating him brutally. The bigshot, who had just been humiliated by Ye Fan, was completely dumbfounded. Although he didn’t understand why this was happening, he at least knew one thing now: this kid from the East was Spencer’s friend.

Spencer turned to Ye Fan. "King Brother, leave this to . I can’t believe these ants dared to provoke you. You’ve already declared their death sentence."

Ye Fan replied, "Alright, I’ll be going then."

"Take care, Brother!" Spencer said respectfully.

Seeing the three won trailing Ye Fan, Spencer mused to himself. This guy really attracts romantic trouble wherever he goes. I honestly don’t know if his won will end up dismbering him one day.

"Hello, President Spencer!" Tang Yurou greeted. She recognized him because he had been very helpful to her when she first arrived in Europe.

Spencer laughed. "Hello, Sister-in-law!"

Tang Yurou nearly tripped. But when she processed his words, she was overjoyed. This ant Spencer acknowledged her as Ye Fan’s woman. It felt wonderful to be accepted.

"Alright, it’s getting late," Ye Fan said. "Spencer, I’ll leave this to you."

"Of course!" Spencer guaranteed at once.

Ye Fan took Tang Yurou’s hand and left with the other two won.

The humiliated bigshot now understood this was a serious matter. He had never expected soone like Spencer to be so utterly deferential to this kid from the East. He had really provoked a true powerhouse this ti.

He stamred in terror, "S-Sir... this was all just an accident! I had no idea he was your friend! If I had known, I wouldn’t have dared to offend him, not even if you gave

a hundred tis the courage!"

There was truth to his words. While he had so power, he was nothing compared to a top-tier figure like Spencer.

Instead of getting angry, Spencer chuckled. "Oh, so it was all a misunderstanding?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" the man frantically agreed.

But Spencer simply commanded, "Kill him and dump him in the river to feed the fish."

In that instant, the despairing bigshot fainted.

His apology may have been sincere, but there are so people you just can’t appease. There are individuals you can’t afford to provoke, not even once. Perhaps if he had just kept a lower profile, he never would have run into them at all.