Urban Most Awesome Dad

Chapter 355: Chapter 355: Proof of Strength_1

The reason for the trust was that the two bodyguards had been with him for two years, and he was very familiar with their abilities.

Ah Feng and Ah Yun, as ex-special forces and cousins, not only had extraordinary skills but also worked together with incredible tacit understanding. They were extremely handy for him, solving many issues.

For example, Ah Feng could punch through a security door, and Ah Yun could chop through hard metal with his hand.

Although the opposing construction workers outnumbered them, they were clearly disorganized, and it was estimated that even together they would be no match for the two, definitely running away in disarray.

Zhou Xian’s comrades, after leaving the army, really were in a sorry state, some even dressed in street stall clothes, carrying large luggage bags, and wearing old cloth shoes, looking just like country folks coming to the city to find work.

The middle-aged man with a balding head looked down on them, hardly even deigning to glance at them. However, since he had run into them, he wouldn’t miss this golden opportunity to show off, especially while standing up for his goddaughter. The aura he would put on had to be authentically on point and full of vigor.

The two bodyguards steadily advanced toward Zhou Xian, showing no fear of their opponents running away. Their steps had a special rhythm, each step intensifying their aura.

Xu Fan watched with great interest; he too could see that the two had decent strength, being in the mid-phase of body toughening, and due to their intertwined auras in cooperation, they exuded an external presence matching their abilities.

Seeing this, Xu Fan had an idea and couldn’t help but wear a faint smile.

Soon, a flicker of surprise crossed the faces of Ah Feng and Ah Yun as they glanced at each other, each seeing the uncertainty in the other’s eyes.

Because.

The opposing construction workers were all remarkably calm, even daring to pout their lips. Under their intimidating presence, there was not a hint of panic.

“Intimidating with presence” was always their specialty; most of the time, just this tactic alone was enough to scare the opponent into losing their courage, greatly diminishing their will to fight and avoiding stubborn resistance.

However, this generally reliable tactic was now ineffective, not at all having the expected impact.

But they quickly regained their composure, understanding the situation.

These were just a group of construction workers, hardly literate, very few with a complete nine years of compulsory education, low in cultural quality, which indicated their ignorance. Naturally, they didn’t know they were supposed to be afraid at this time.

Hmph, it doesn’t matter. Once you witness what it’s like to chop vegetables, you’ll understand what fear is.

“Boss,” Zhou Xian sent an inquiring look to Xu Fan.

The latter gently smiled, not caring at all about the potential consequences, and spoke lightly, “No matter the trouble, you handle it. No matter how troublesome the aftermath, leave it to me. Worry is something you don’t need.”

“Yes, sir.”

Zhou Xian had never heard such pleasant sweet-nothings, no, pleasant orders. In a moment, he was swept by enthusiasm, even more electrifying than any patriotic speech given by an officer back in the day in the army.

Old Song and his group were also itching for action, rubbing their hands together eagerly, as if they couldn’t wait to get into a big fight.

After leaving the army, they had suffered many injustices and despise in society, harboring a belly full of fire. Now that Xu Fan told them not to be afraid of making a scene, as he would take care of any fallout, they suddenly found their blood boiling, even more intensely than at any previous moment.

“Old Zhou, you don’t mind if I take action, right?”

“Old Song, how could I let you take on this task? You’re a guest from afar. Besides, these two guys clearly came for me; you don’t need to get involved in this mess.”

“Why are you two brothers arguing? How about letting your junior brother handle this?”

Seeing this group of construction workers acting as though they didn’t regard them at all, Ah Feng and Ah Yun shook with anger. After a cold snort implying “court death,” they charged forward.

They were tired of playing cat and mouse; if the cat’s intimidating presence couldn’t instill fear in the mouse, then they might as well resort to the simplest and most primitive method.

Knock each one flat, with special attention to those who were the most vocal, to ensure they never forget today’s lesson.

“Haha, Old Zhou, just watch; these two clowns are mine.”

Old Song pulled back Old Zhou, beaming with joy as he eagerly rushed forward to meet them, while the others folded their arms and started to chuckle and talk among themselves.

Old Song’s full name was Song Qingshan. Though the name might sound refined, what coursed through his veins was a penchant for violence. He had a fiery temper and would brawl at the drop of a hat. Plus, his own strength was formidable; taking on two random bodyguards in a fight was well within his capabilities.

“You’re looking for death, you stinking old man.”

The two bodyguards, seeing that their adversaries hadn’t opted for an all-out group assault but instead sent forth only one man to face them both, sneered internally, thinking these people must be dim-witted to the extreme.

With that in mind, they couldn’t be blamed for not showing any courtesy. It was the perfect opportunity to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, to break their opponents’ courage completely.

The two parties charged towards each other, quickly clashing in combat.

Ah Feng and Ah Yun were always wonderfully in sync; one attacked high while the other went low, and their strikes were ruthless. A hit to a vital area could leave an ordinary person severely injured or unconscious.

Song Qingshan’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, standing his ground with no intention of backing down. He struck like lightning before their attacks could land—a loud “bang” as his hand hit Ah Feng’s palm.

The latter’s palm, struck by the immense force, wasn’t just terribly painful, his entire hand went numb, and his eyes instantly filled with shock.

After successfully intercepting Ah Feng’s right hook, Song Qingshan drew back his momentum to describe a half-circle across his chest, instantly regaining full strength, and with another “bang,” hit the knee of Ah Yun’s side kick.

The latter staggered backward as if electrocuted, his leg numb and unable to bear his weight. He could only stand weakly, unable to exert any strength for the moment.

The moment they engaged, Song Qingshan had not only broken through their offense but had also struck a blow that shocked them.

Ah Feng and Ah Yun exchanged a glance, nodding to each other with serious expressions that also carried a hint of gravity.

They were actually panicking internally. Their opponent, managing to overpower them both alone, couldn’t possibly be an ordinary migrant worker; he was clearly a lion in sheep’s clothing.

“Haha, come on, come at me again. I need a good stretch.”

Song Qingshan laughed heartily as he closed the gap and tangled with the two men once more.

For a time, the sound of fists and feet colliding was constant, drawing many passersby to run over and watch.

Song Qingshan, taking on both men, fought with intense ferocity. His fighting style was filled with a violent beauty, explosive and unrestrained, each move flowing naturally and smoothly connecting.

It seemed Song Qingshan was not solely fighting but also venting his inner emotions, simultaneously showcasing himself and proving that in this society, while martial force may be outdated, it still had its place.

The two bodyguards in black suits were inwardly wailing, feeling increasingly heart-stopping terror.

Initially relying on their exquisite coordination, they could exchange blows with Song Qingshan. But as he fought like he was on a rampage, growing more valiant as the battle waged on, they ended up barely able to defend, without any chance to counterattack.

Looking at them now, although dressed in high-quality suits, they were in a sorry state, battered with bruises and swelling on their faces, almost looking like pig heads.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Song Qingshan’s gaze was keen as he seized another opportunity. He jumped up, flipping in the air, then delivered two consecutive kicks that sent both men flying. With two heavy “bangs,” they crashed onto the ground.

For a while, the two writhed in pain, utterly unable to get up.

Song Qingshan casually dusted off his hands, his face the picture of ease, as if he had just dealt with two insignificant shrimps—nothing worth mentioning.

Then, he turned his gaze to the balding middle-aged man and the enchanting woman, filled with provocation.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om