How come I'm invincible?

Chapter 18 Brother Lin, can we make peace?

inside the house.

The low, labored breathing echoed throughout the room.

Master Li was covered in blood, his face bruised and swollen, curled up, with a few distinct teeth scattered around him.

He was completely stunned.

My whole body aches, as if it's falling apart.

As for the thugs he brought, they were no better; they appeared strong and capable, but were actually completely useless.

Lin Fan remained calm as he picked up a rag from the table and wiped the blood off his fist. He smelled it and found that it originally only smelled of blood, but after using the rag, it also had a strange odor.

"Little Fatty, did you wash this rag? Why does it smell worse the more you wipe it?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.

"No, I didn't wash it." Zhao Er stood there, looking at Li Shiye, who was full of resentment. Suddenly, he woke up and his soul returned to his body. He grabbed Lin Fan and tried to leave. "Brother, you have to go. He is Yuan Jiang's advisor. Otherwise, when the others come, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

Lin Fan gently patted Zhao's second hand on the back to reassure her and tell her not to panic. Then he looked at Zhao Shi lying on the bed, walked to the bedside, and said with a smile, "Auntie, do you still remember me?"

"remember."

“Auntie, don’t worry. With me here, Little Fatty will be fine. I asked him a while ago if he had any difficulties, and he said no. I think he’s just being stubborn, so I came to check on him.”

He had visited Xiao Pang's house once, not long after they started working together. Xiao Pang somehow got hold of a roast chicken with two of its legs already eaten and mysteriously dragged him to his house.

The two sat around the table, happily eating.

He vaguely remembered the look of satisfaction and joy in his aunt's eyes when she saw her child make friends.

Now he has stood up.

As life improved, they naturally didn't forget Zhao Er, who was also a poor, lowly henchman. His mansion wasn't small, so he definitely needed a steward.

Zhao Er was his first choice.

At this moment, Lin Fan looked at Master Li and saw Master Li roar angrily, "You're dead! I'm going to kill you! Call for help! Call for help!"

The thug looked at the advisor in confusion, wondering how he should address him now, as the other party was unlikely to give him that chance.

But who would have thought.

Lin Fan pointed at the thugs and said, "Go, I'm sending you to call for more people. How many people you can call is up to you. Don't say I didn't give you a chance later."

"Brother, we can't let them call for backup!" Zhao Er hurriedly advised. He wasn't stupid; if they called for backup, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He knew that Brother Lin was highly valued in the Loyalty Hall and had been promoted to the position of dock leader. As long as he left now and returned to the Loyalty Hall's territory, no matter how much Master Li was dissatisfied, it would be useless.

Could they possibly lead people to cause trouble on Zhongyitang's territory?

If that happens, it won't be a private matter anymore; it will be a bloody battle between two gang branches.

"Calm down."

Lin Fan said.

Zhao Er was in a panic; he really couldn't stay calm, but since his brother had already said that, what else could he say?

The thug stood up, cautiously probing, unsure whether the other man was telling the truth or just playing a trick on him. He waited for the man to believe him and walk towards the door before kicking him back.

He was very familiar with this tactic.

I've done a lot of work regularly.

They might even say something extremely humiliating: "I told you to go, so you just go? Are you stupid?"

"Didn't you hear me? I told you to go and call someone?"

"You really want me to scream?"

"Call."

The thugs approached the door step by step, glancing at Lin Fan every now and then. Seeing that Lin Fan was sitting on the edge of the bed without moving, they quickened their pace, pushed open the door, and went outside. They took out the firecracker from their waist and lit the fuse.

"A single arrow pierces the clouds, and a thousand armies rush to meet you! Help!"

The thugs rallied their strength and shouted.

A burst of light shot into the sky, exploding with a bang—just an ordinary firework. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lin Fan looked out the window at the night sky. "So that's all. I thought there would be some special pattern, or maybe a tiger's head."

He shook his head, quite disappointed.

Thinking back to the movies he'd seen, the Axe Gang's "Skyrocket" actually used real axes.

It's obvious they're not professional.

The fireworks were very conspicuous in the night sky; those in the know understood that this was a distress signal from the Fierce Tiger Gang.

inside the house.

Li, who had been badly beaten, was overjoyed and said, "You're dead! No one can help you. You always like to stand up for others, don't you? You'd better not run away later."

Master Li didn't know Lin Fan, but if Lin Fan said his name, then Master Li would definitely know him.

After all, Lin Fan is quite famous now.

The incident at Cuijing Tower had a significant impact.

It's fair to say that anyone who's even slightly involved in such matters is a household name.

Lin Fan ignored Master Li and instead called Zhao Er to the bedside. He said to his aunt, "Auntie, here's the thing. You know that Fatty is honest and simple-minded, not suited for gangs. So I'm thinking of having Fatty leave the Fierce Tiger Gang and become the housekeeper at my place. What do you think, Auntie?"

Zhao Er blinked. "Brother, when did you buy a house?"

"I didn't buy it; my sister gave it to me."

"Hey bro, when did you get a sister?"

Little Fatty is like someone with a hundred thousand whys; he always has questions.

Lin Fan patiently explained, and after listening, Little Fatty stared at Lin Fan in shock. He never expected that his buddy, whom he had met through a fight, would be so successful.

Indeed, outstanding people will always be outstanding, no matter where they are.

Holding Lin Fan's hand, Zhao said softly, "Auntie believes in you. It's his blessing and his good fortune to have you as his brother to help him."

Zhao could tell that Lin Fan genuinely cared about her child.

Her child had suffered a lot since childhood, and was too filial. She had a harder life and a heavier burden than anyone else, and her mother saw all of this.

"You are Lin Fan."

Li, the advisor, who was curled up there, fantasizing about how to kill the other party, naturally overheard their conversation. Their conversation mentioned Wang Changhai of Zhongyi Hall and Jili Wharf.

There's no need to even think about it.

Who else could it be but Lin Fan?
"Master Li, you'd better make sure the men you call are all really good fighters, or you're in big trouble," Lin Fan said with a smile.

Hear this.

Master Li's face turned ashen; he sensed something was wrong.

Cui Jinglou swept aside eighteen top-tier fighters, even managing to remain unscathed. How formidable he was, others might not know, but he certainly did.

If these eighteen top-notch henchmen joined forces, they could easily take down more than thirty ordinary thugs.

Think of this.

Master Li quickly said, "Brother Lin, it's a misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding, can we make peace?"

"What do you say?"

"I think a reconciliation is possible."

"You fart."

Lin Fan angrily retorted that at a time like this, the other party was still thinking about reconciliation, as if their brain wasn't working properly.

What he needs to do is sweep everything aside.

After he became a constable in the police prefecture.

Who are these people?
His achievements, his accomplishments in walking, were the key to his advancement.

(End of this chapter)