Chapter 3: Unbelievable

The brothers here just came to give you a warning. Whether you agree or not is none of your concern. Do not go chilling our hearts. And that big wife of yours has caught our eye too; in a few days we will help sell her off.

Chen Fan looked up at the three scoundrels and felt they might not know him well enough, as if they were in need of education.

The three rose at once, ready to snatch the girl away. Yue Rou had already been frightened senseless the moment they stood. She froze in place, too scared to move, though deep inside she was silently worrying about Chen Fan.

The instant the yellow-toothed man’s hand was about to touch Yue Rou, Chen Fan sprang up and slammed the bowl he had been holding down hard on the man’s head. The bowl shattered on impact.

“You dare hit me?”

Chen Fan felt no satisfaction at all. He snatched up one bowl after another and hurled them at the yellow-toothed man, who was already sprawled on the ground, clutching his head and struggling in agony.

Cries of misery erupted inside the thatched hut. The two lackeys were indeed startled at first, but once Chen Fan had finished smashing bowls, they split up and moved in from both sides to attack him.

This body was too frail. If he were pinned, there would be no escape. His only option was footwork and a temporary retreat from the storm.

But Yue Rou was beside him, and a table stood to his right. He chose to stand his ground and did not intend to give up even a single step.

The two men planned for one to seize Chen Fan while the other threw a punch straight at his head.

Yue Rou screamed in fear.

“Master, be careful!”

Then the two men dropped to the ground at once. The one throwing the punch collapsed directly onto the man who had been about to grab Chen Fan.

Yue Rou was stunned. She had no idea how Chen Fan had done it. Before the two men even had time to cry out, they saw Chen Fan lift the table and smash it down brutally on them. Still unsatisfied, he grabbed the stool and hammered it down again and again. Blood soon flowed from both of them just as it had from the yellow-toothed man.

Yue Rou hurried to her feet, rushed behind Chen Fan, and wrapped both arms tightly around his waist, pulling back with all her strength.

“Master! Stop hitting them. You’re going to beat them to death.”

Chen Fan only slowed his hands, but had no intention of stopping.

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