Money Over Love
Copyright© 2026 by RomanticDoaist
Chapter 6: Won’t even give two hundred yuan?
“Charge! Beat this bastard to a pulp!” Brother Dao took cover among the crowd and let out a hysterical roar at Lin Fan. Ever since starting his career, he had never suffered such a huge loss. If he didn’t kill Lin Fan, his years in Haicheng would have been a waste!
“Fire, all of you motherfuckers, open fire! Avenge Brother Dao!”
“Fuck, this is absolute anarchy! How dare you touch someone from our Black Tiger Hall?”
“Kid, I’m gonna wipe out your whole family tonight!”
At their command, the men in black suits snapped to their senses, enraged. Even though they didn’t know how Lin Fan did it, they had dozens of guns. What was there to fear from one man?
The sound of triggers being pulled clicked in unison, a continuous rattle that made one’s scalp tingle. Mrs. Xue’s face drained of color. Yuan Youwei’s breath caught in her throat. The strings of her heart, which had just begun to slacken, instantly tensed up again.
In the next moment, a series of hissing sounds echoed through the air. Lin Fan’s gaze had darkened. Somehow, several long, glinting silver needles were already held between his fingers.
No one saw him move. They only saw streaks of silver light slice through the night sky, piercing the throats of the black-suited thugs one after another.
THUD! THUD!
One burly figure after another collapsed, their faces etched with disbelief. Each man’s throat was a bloody mess, their eyes wide open in death.
Only Brother Dao remained standing, trembling amidst the pile of corpses as if he’d seen a ghost. A dark patch gradually soaked through the front of his pants.
In an instant, dozens of the Black Tiger Hall’s elite disciples were dead. What kind of terrifying power is this? Not even Lord Hu, the hall master himself, could do something like that!
THUD.
Brother Dao’s knees hit the ground, and he began kowtowing frantically to Lin Fan. “I was wrong! I was wrong! Spare me, please spare my life!”
He was terrified, utterly scared out of his wits. Not a single trace of courage remained to defy the living King of Hell before him.
“Go back and tell Chen Biao not to celebrate birthdays for his dog when he has nothing better to do,” Lin Fan said coldly, frowning at Brother Dao. “Otherwise, I don’t mind letting his beloved pet attend his funeral.”
The calm words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding right beside Brother Dao’s ears. He nodded frantically, scrambled to his feet, and stumbled away in a blind panic.
Watching the pathetic figure disappear into the night at the end of the alley, Lin Fan said nonchalantly, “Come inside. I’ll treat your wound.” He walked over to the examination table in the mourning hall and pulled out clean gauze and other supplies.
Yuan Youwei and Mrs. Xue turned stiffly, their faces still etched with a shock that refused to fade. Who on earth is this guy? When did a powerhouse like him appear in Haicheng?
Yuan Youwei and Mrs. Xue exchanged a look before suppressing the strange emotions in their hearts and approaching Lin Fan. “Sir, we haven’t had the honor of learning your name.”
“Lin Fan.”
Lin Fan placed his hand on Yuan Youwei’s shoulder, and a pulse of energy flowed from his fingertips.
Before she could react, POP! The bullet, buried deep in her bone, was forcibly ejected from her body and clattered to the floor.
“Thank you for your patronage. Fifty yuan.” After quickly stopping the bleeding, applying medicine, and bandaging the wound, Lin Fan packed his things and glanced outside. “You can get someone to handle those, right? No problem?”
“N-No...” Mrs. Xue was completely stunned. As she came back to her senses, her face began to burn with embarrassment. She had to admit, her voice had been a bit too loud when she’d spoken to Lin Fan earlier...
“Five hundred thousand, right? Mr. Lin, rest assured, I will transfer the money to you immediately.” Feeling a cool sensation spread from her shoulder, significantly easing the pain, Yuan Youwei’s beautiful eyes lit up, and she nodded with a bright smile.