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The moment the steel pipe flew out, Wang Chao felt an irresistible force strike him, and his entire arm went numb instantly.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Fan kicked him in the chest. Wang Chao felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, spitting out a mouthful of blood and flying backward, knocking down several people behind him.

"Brother Chao!"

"Attack him together! Cripple him!"

The members of "Jianghu" were both shocked and furious, never expecting that Jiang Fan would be so reckless as to dare to fight against so many people alone.

They rushed forward, brandishing sticks and knives, and instantly overwhelmed Jiang Fan.

However, what happened next was something that all the onlookers would never forget.

Faced with attacks coming from all directions, Jiang Fan did not use any sophisticated swordsmanship or fighting skills.

He was simply using the terrifying power, speed, and reflexes that came with his "Level 1 Spirit Body" to carry out the most primitive and violent crushing!

With a single punch, the man wielding the stick flew backward, stick and all.

With a side kick, the figure that had lunged forward returned the way it came at an even faster speed.

The rusty sword swept across, deflecting several incoming blades. Sparks flew everywhere, the wielder's hand was split open, and the weapon slipped from his grasp.

His movements were concise, efficient, and even possessed a cruel beauty.

Occasionally, attacks would land on him, but they were blocked by the tough vines that quietly emerged from under his clothes, making it difficult for them to cause any real damage.

This is a complete and utter annihilation!

"Bang! Bang! Crack!"

In just two or three minutes, the more than thirty "Jianghu" members who had been so aggressive just moments before were now lying on the ground, their cries of pain echoing everywhere.

Those who were still standing all looked terrified and retreated repeatedly; no one dared to step forward again.

Wang Chao lay sprawled on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, with several broken ribs. He looked at Jiang Fan as if he were a ferocious humanoid beast.

Lin Feng, Ding Hang, and the others from the West District also gaped in astonishment. Although they knew Jiang Fan was strong, they never imagined he could be this strong!

This wasn't a fight; it was an adult beating a kindergarten child!

Qin Muyao covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief, and her previous worries quietly dissipated.

Peter squinted, his face grave. He had to admit that he had misjudged the situation in the West District.

This Jiang Fan is far more terrifying than he initially judged him to be "somewhat capable"!

Even Tang Qingyu and the "Dawn" members she brought couldn't hide their surprise.

They knew Jiang Fan was strong, but witnessing firsthand this kind of violent aesthetics displayed purely through physical strength was still incredibly impactful.

The crowd fell silent, and many people looked at Jiang Fan with deep awe and fear.

To those who don't understand what a "spirit body" is, he's practically no different from a monster.

Jiang Fan flicked away non-existent bloodstains from the rusty sword, walked up to the limp Wang Chao, and looked down at him.

"Now, I can talk about two things with you." Jiang Fan's voice remained calm, but it sent a shiver down Wang Chao's spine. "First, return my brothers' cards."

Wang Chao coughed up a mouthful of blood, still stubbornly insisting, "What card... I don't know... You people from the West District are making baseless accusations..."

"Oh?" Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the groaning scarred man and the tall man on the ground. "Then there's nothing to talk about."

He lifted his foot and walked to the scarred man's side.

The scarred man was clutching his stomach and groaning in pain when he saw Jiang Fan approaching, and he was terrified.

"Looks like I have to teach you a lesson," Jiang Fan said calmly. "If you don't return the fifty-odd cards I stole today, I'll break every single one of your arms and legs to teach you a lesson."

Before he finished speaking, he stomped down with his right foot!

"Snap!"

A sickeningly clear sound of bone cracking rang out!

"ah!!!"

The scarred man let out a bloodcurdling scream, his left forearm bent at an odd angle, clearly broken.

The excruciating pain and rage instantly overwhelmed the scarred man's reason. He roared hoarsely, "Jiang Fan! You motherfucker! You're spouting nonsense! We only stole 32 cards! I counted them one by one! Where did these fifty-odd cards come from?!"

The roar abruptly stopped.

The scarred man realized something was wrong, and the remaining curses stuck in his throat as his face turned deathly pale.

The entire scene was deathly silent.

Wang Chao's vision blurred, and he nearly fainted. He cursed inwardly, "That idiot! That moron!!"

"Oh..." Jiang Fan drawled, then nodded. "32 sheets... You counted them quite clearly."

"Pfft..." Someone couldn't help but laugh out loud first, and then suppressed laughter and chatter spread like a tide.

"Haha, 32 pictures! You said it yourself!"

"Is this how people in the underworld behave? They steal things and then try to renege on their debts?"

"Hilarious! This is so embarrassing!"

"Weren't you just being quite assertive, saying you didn't take it?"

The busybodies pointed and whispered, their eyes filled with disdain and mockery.

After this incident, the reputation of "Jianghu" plummeted in the eyes of the onlookers in the East District.

Peter Feng shook his head, his opinion of "Jianghu" dropping even further.

Cao Bin's men are all good-for-nothings.

Qin Muyao breathed a sigh of relief, but her gaze toward Jiang Fan became even more complicated.

She hadn't expected that Jiang Fan was not only powerful and ruthless, but also so meticulous, using this method to expose the other party's lie in public.

Tang Qingyu's lips curled up almost imperceptibly before she regained her composure.

This guy is definitely full of bad intentions.

Nangong Yue, who had just arrived, also smiled, a rare occurrence for her.

Jiang Fan stopped looking at the ashen-faced Wang Chao and the scarred man, and instead glanced at the other "Jianghu" members: "32 cards, not one missing, hand them over now."

This time, no one dared to hesitate.

Soon, a boy nervously brought over a stack of cards, exactly 32 cards.

Jiang Fan took it and stuffed it into his pocket without even counting it.

Then he slowly walked to Wang Chao's side, squatted down, and began to grope him.

"What...what else do you want to do?!" Wang Chao was both shocked and furious.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Fan pulled out three cards from his clothes and said calmly, "You injured my brother, delayed our transaction, and caused a bad influence."

These 32 items have been returned to their rightful owners.

In addition, these are the medical expenses and...compensation for emotional distress that you should pay.

As he spoke, he stood up and walked over to several other "gangster" members who looked like minor leaders. Ignoring their struggles and pleas, he brazenly searched them and found about a dozen cards.

In total, there are fifteen.

Jiang Fan put all the cards away and nodded in satisfaction.

Although Wang Chao and the others were furious, they dared not speak out.

The people in the West District watched with great excitement, feeling a sense of triumph!

Not only did they get their stolen items back, they also received an extra "apology"!

Fan Ge is amazing!

It seems the matter should be brought to a close at this point.

Jiang Fan signaled Lin Feng, Ding Hang, and the others to gather together, preparing to leave with the wounded and the spoils of war.

However, just as they turned to leave, a sinister voice came from outside the crowd:

"Jiang Fan, please wait a moment."

The crowd parted, and Cao Bin arrived late with a few people.

His face still wore that warm, welcoming smile, but deep in his eyes lay an icy chill.

Although the group's clothes were slightly disheveled and covered in dust and dirt, their imposing and dignified aura was far superior to that of Wang Chao and his group.

Cao Bin had just returned from exploring the area with the purple beams when his subordinates informed him that they had learned of the situation there.

Seeing the mess on the ground and the miserable state of his men, Cao Bin's eyes narrowed slightly, but he quickly concealed it.

He walked up to Jiang Fan, glanced at the pitiful Wang Chao and the others, sighed, and said to Jiang Fan with a forced smile, "Jiang Fan, I'm truly sorry. It was my poor discipline that caused the subordinates to offend you and your friends from the West District. On their behalf, I apologize to you."

He spoke politely, even apologetically, but anyone could hear the coldness beneath his words.

"When we get back, I will definitely discipline them properly and there will never be a next time," Cao Bin continued, his gaze meeting Jiang Fan's calm eyes. "I hope this misunderstanding today won't affect the harmony between students on the east and west campuses."

These words were said less to Jiang Fan and more to the onlookers.

Furthermore, the implied threat is self-evident.

Jiang Fan looked at Cao Bin and suddenly smiled, though the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Senior Cao, you flatter me. I'm deeply impressed by the 'hospitality' of the brothers in 'Jianghu'. From now on, we 'Spark' members will be more careful and try not to bother the East District. I also ask Senior Cao to keep an eye on your own people."

He emphasized the words "spark".

Cao Bin's eyes narrowed, and he gave Jiang Fan a deep look. He didn't say anything more, but simply stepped aside to make way for him.

Jiang Fan didn't linger. Leading the people from the West District, under the watchful eyes of countless people, he walked through the crowd towards the West District.

His back was straight and his steps were steady.

After this battle, the name "Jiang Fan" and the "Spark" behind him will no longer be limited to a corner of the West District.

On the way, Jiang Fan suddenly looked at the tabby cat that had returned from somewhere and asked in a low voice, "Have you finished the two things I asked you to do?"