Starting as a War God: Global Goddesses Blocking my Door

At this moment, Sun Yao's arrogance was unrestrained and overbearing, completely disregarding Ye Fan.

It seemed as if he was promising that if Ye Fan dared to meddle, he would ensure Ye Fan would not be able to walk away unscathed.

Zhuang Jingwen, who had followed Ye Fan here, also became angry and said in a cold voice, "There's a saying that even a centipede doesn't fall when dead, and although Old Deng has retired, he still has certain connections. Do you really not fear that Old Deng will find you trouble through his connections after you treat him like this?"

"What did you say? Old Man Deng will have someone find me trouble?"

Hearing this, Sun Yao seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and he said with a sneer, "Do you know how Old Man Deng got his legs broken? Let me tell you, before he retired, due to his integrity, he did not know how many people he had offended. There are plenty out there who want him dead!"

"Don't talk about sticking up for him; I fear many people are dying for Old Man Deng to hurry up and die!"

The elderly and frail Deng Gang, upon hearing these words, sighed deeply, his face etched with pain.

Sun Yao was right; in the past many people had come to him for favors, and he has mercilessly refused many who were unrighteous. Now that he has retired, countless people would be happy to see him dead.

When someone had broken his legs back then, not a single person had come to visit him, and Deng Gang had long since become disillusioned.

"How sad! How lamentable!" Ye Fan said solemnly.

Who could have imagined that someone like Deng Gang, a public servant, would fall on such hard times after retirement?

Brandishing a belt, Sun Yao said fiercely, "Enough talk, get lost. If you don't leave now, I'll be forced to take action!"

"Young man, move aside. The Sun Family has quite an influence in this area. Don't get yourself involved because of an old man like me!" Deng Gang spoke slowly.

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan laughed and said, "Old Deng, you've served the people all your life, and if I were to step aside now, wouldn't that be a cold comfort to you?"

"Young man, don't try to be a hero; I am already comforted by your intentions!" Deng Gang said sincerely.

Having lived at Nanshan Nursing Home for so many years, he was acutely aware of the Sun Family's clout in this area. If Ye Fan offended Sun Yao, he would be sure to face retaliation.

He was just an old man with not much time left; Deng Gang did not want Ye Fan to get dragged into trouble because of him.

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Old Deng, I'm not acting on impulse. You can rest easy!"

Seeing that Ye Fan did not seem to be joking, Deng Gang hesitated for a moment, then sighed again, this time remaining silent.

"Brat, how dare you treat my warning as nothing? Huh! You're courting death; let's see how I will deal with you today!"

Having warned Ye Fan twice and being ignored both times, this seriously enraged Sun Yao.

The next moment, Sun Yao gripped the belt in his hand, belted out a furious shout, and the black belt lashed violently toward Ye Fan's face.

Zhuang Jingwen's expression changed; she wanted to warn Ye Fan, but remembering his formidable abilities, she stopped herself.

"Young man, be careful!" Deng Gang was quick to remind him.

Ye Fan set his sights on Sun Yao and said with a mocking expression, "To think you dare to abuse someone like Old Deng, a public servant. It seems you are the one who is truly ignorant of life and death!"

Whisk—

Just as the black belt was about to hit Ye Fan's face, Ye Fan's right hand turned into a blur and intercepted the black belt on the spot.

"Bastard!" Seeing his belt stopped by Ye Fan, Sun Yao was furious as thunder.

Cursing, Sun Yao bared his teeth and clenched his fists, lunging directly at Ye Fan's face.

"Get lost!"

As Sun Yao charged at him, Ye Fan swung the belt in his hand and viciously struck Sun Yao's face.

With a loud snap, the black belt struck heavily on Sun Yao's head. Sun Yao yelped and clutched his head, falling to the ground.

Sun Yao had trained in fighting, but his little tricks were obviously showing off a long knife before Guan Yu to Ye Fan, utterly out of his depth.

"You dare to strike me? Damn it, you're finished!"

Feeling a burning pain on his head, Sun Yao stared at Ye Fan with hate and decisively blew a whistle.

"Brother Sun, what's wrong?"

As Sun Yao's whistle faded, about twenty young hooligans with dyed hair rushed into the Nanshan Nursing Home from outside.

Clutching his head, Sun Yao said viciously, "Brothers, this kid is looking for trouble, tear him up!"

"What? Daring to mess with Brother Sun, kid, are you sick of living? Brothers, thrash him!"

Upon hearing that Ye Fan was there to cause trouble, all the hooligans were enraged, rolling up their sleeves and surging towards Ye Fan.

"Thrash him hard!" Sun Yao's face twisted ferociously.

These hooligans were unemployed youth in the area, and Sun Yao often treated them to smokes and drinks. Whenever Sun Yao was in trouble, they would all come to support him.

Seeing this, Deng Gang frowned and said, "This isn't good!"

He could tell Ye Fan was trained, but with the other side's numerical advantage, Deng Gang feared Ye Fan wouldn't be able to hold his own.

"Don't worry, Old Deng, this guy isn't so weak!" Zhuang Jingwen smiled at the side.

Upon hearing this, Deng Gang exclaimed in surprise, "He can fight well?"

"Yes, extremely well!" Zhuang Jingwen smiled again.

Others weren't aware of how terrifying Ye Fan's combat power was, but Zhuang Jingwen knew it all too well.

Previously, in the Gray Zone, Meng Xianzhi, known as the Northern Cold King, pursued her. In the critical moment, Ye Fan came to the rescue and single-handedly took down nearly two thousand of Meng Xianzhi's people to save her.

At this moment, how could a mere twenty or so hooligans be a match for Ye Fan?

Snap!!!

Just as Zhuang Jingwen finished speaking, Ye Fan swung the black belt and directly knocked down a red-haired hooligan who had charged at him first.

Seeing Ye Fan take down someone, Sun Yao was furious, "Good kid, gutsy. Brothers, grab something, thrash him hard. Even if you kill him, it's no problem. If anything happens, I'll take care of it!"

"Don't worry, Brother Sun, we'll finish him off right away!" the leader of the hooligans said with a sinister smile.

Immediately after, he signaled with his eyes, and the other hooligans felt around their waists, each drawing out a gleaming dagger.

The moment the hooligans pulled out their daggers, Sun Yao glared at Ye Fan with loathing and said, "You like playing the hero, huh? I'll see how I deal with you today. Old Man Deng is an example of what happens, and later I will personally break your legs, making you end up just like him, confined to a wheelchair for life!"

"Is that so?" Ye Fan scoffed with disdain.

Sun Yao's face contorted as he said, "What? Don't believe it? I'll leave my words here, if you can leave Nanshan Nursing Home today, then I'm your damned namesake!"

"Heh! Don't speak so absolutely, or you'll easily get slapped in the face!" Ye Fan's eyes turned cold.

Seeing Ye Fan daring to confront him directly, Sun Yao grew even angrier the more he looked.

The next second, Sun Yao, pointing at Ye Fan, roared furiously, "You want to hit my face? You must be dreaming. Congratulations, you've successfully ignited my anger. Since you're seeking death, young master here will send you on your way!"

"Brothers, get going, stab him to death. If he dies, cook him and feed him to the dogs in the nursing home!"