When hitting someone, aim for the face

"Boss, I've brought the candy you asked for."

The female assistant had just entered the room when she saw Gao Liming typing on his laptop with one hand.

It seemed like he was searching for something.

The young man was gritting his teeth, sweat dripping from his forehead, as if he was enduring pain.

"Young Master, you're injured. You should rest properly," the assistant said with concern.

Damn it!

Do I not want to rest?

I want to recover more than anyone!

But if I don’t get things done,

will that woman let me off?

Gao Liming was crying inside.

Life is so hard!!!!!!

"Help me unwrap the lollipop," Gao Liming sighed and instructed.

His hands kept moving.

Typing with one hand wasn’t too bad.

At least An Youyi had only disabled one of his hands.

If both were gone,

he’d have to type with his feet.

Using his feet to dig out "Lin Fan."

The assistant didn’t say more and did as she was told.

After a while,

Gao Liming stared at the screen and finally smiled with relief.

"I’ve finally found you!"

At a high-end café in Magic City.

"Mr. Lin, you’re really funny," a woman in professional attire laughed.

Lin Fan had his arm around her slender waist.

"Haha... I’m not just funny, I have other qualities you’ll discover soon," he replied.

The woman was an 8/10 in looks—not a top-tier beauty, but enough to quench his thirst.

"Mr. Lin, you’re so bad," the woman pretended to be shy.

Though she dressed like a white-collar worker from a nearby company,

her real job was as an escort.

As long as there was money,

she’d open her arms wide.

Every day, she dressed up beautifully and hung out in this area,

all to hook a wealthy man.

Lin Fan’s displayed wealth,

along with the sports car he drove,

was exactly her type.

"Bad boys are what women love, right?"

Lin Fan smirked, revealing a devilish grin.

His hand didn’t stop moving,

pinching the soft flesh at her waist.

"Only bad boys can win over girls like you, isn’t that so?"

The woman shyly nodded.

Bad or not,

if you were broke and carless,

she’d slap you without a second thought.

Lin Fan chuckled.

He knew exactly what such women were after.

But it didn’t matter to him.

Actresses are heartless, and gold diggers are merciless.

He was just playing around, not looking for a real relationship.

"Baby, let’s go shopping at the nearby mall first."

Lin Fan knew most women were materialistic,

especially the one by his side.

The way to win her over was simple:

show off his wealth,

take her on a shopping spree,

and then head straight to a hotel.

Hearing "mall,"

the woman clung tighter to Lin Fan’s arm, even changing her tone.

"Darling, let’s go quickly."

Lin Fan: (￣_,￣)

Tsk, so materialistic.

But since she could quench his thirst,

he didn’t care too much.

"Alright, let’s go."

He kept taking advantage of her,

and she didn’t mind.

Both had their own agendas.

After paying the bill,

they stepped out of the café,

only to see a burly man standing at the entrance.

The man was tall, like a small giant.

He was Song Ligang.

Song Ligang was about to enter the café when his target appeared.

Lin Fan frowned. He hated making way for others.

But since the other guy didn’t seem to know his place,

he decided to let it go.

"Bro, did you step out with your left foot or your right foot first?"

Song Ligang asked in a deep voice.

The woman couldn’t help but laugh at the big guy.

Was this guy an idiot?

But Lin Fan’s expression suddenly changed.

His tone turned hostile.

"Buddy, are you looking for trouble?"

With that,

a fist the size of a sandbag came flying!

Lin Fan instantly activated his ancient martial arts technique.

Fist met fist!

Boom!

Lin Fan was forced back several steps,

his arm numb from the impact.

The woman was terrified.

"Go. I don’t hit women."

Given permission,

the woman quickly fled.

This rich and handsome guy must have offended someone.

Enemies were coming for him.

She just wanted to cash in and snag a wealthy man,

not risk her life.

If she died,

how could she make money?

Watching the woman he spent all morning wooing run away,

Lin Fan’s face darkened. "You’re asking for death!"

No matter who sent this man,

Lin Fan was determined to save face!

He was the Dragon King, after all.

In broad daylight,

how could he lose face?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As the protagonist,

Lin Fan’s skills were no joke.

He and Song Ligang were evenly matched.

Song Ligang had initially planned to hold back.

He had doubts about Xu Shi’s claims,

thinking Lin Fan was only slightly stronger than an average bodyguard.

But he was wrong!

Lin Fan was strong!

Song Ligang started to take the fight seriously.

As the two battled,

a crowd of onlookers quickly gathered.

"Damn! What’s their beef? These two are going at it hard!"

"Am I hearing this right? When their fists clash, it sounds like firecrackers!"

"Oh my god! Are these guys some kind of qi masters? Coach, I wanna learn this!"

"Coach: Get lost! Don’t think just because you paid tuition, you can learn this crap."

In today’s society,

street fights were usually group brawls.

One-on-one fights were rare,

so the crowd was eager to watch.

It didn’t affect them,

and it wasn’t every day you saw something like this.

Since the fight was beyond normal comprehension

(no hair-pulling, no kicking, no rolling on the ground),

some onlookers pulled out their phones to record the scene.

They posted it on social media and online.

As time passed,

Lin Fan started to struggle.

At this stage, he was no match for Song Ligang.

After all, Song Ligang was originally meant to be the protagonist’s ally—

a strong, loyal, and free tool for the Dragon King.

How could he be weak?

"Bro, that’s enough," Lin Fan said, sporting some injuries, including a bruise on his face.

Song Ligang was also hurt,

but his build made him both strong and resilient.

He showed no signs of stopping,

punching Lin Fan’s face repeatedly.

Xu Shi had specifically instructed him

to aim for the face.

When Song Ligang first saw Lin Fan,

he thought Xu Shi had been hurt by this man.

But during the fight,

he noticed Lin Fan smirking a few times.

To others, it meant nothing,

but to Song Ligang, it was infuriating.

That must’ve been the reason!

"Stop! Stop! Stop it!"

"Please, stop fighting!"

The café owner ran out, shouting.

But Lin Fan and Song Ligang were too caught up in the fight

to listen.

The café owner’s face twitched.

He added,

"If you want to fight, go somewhere else! Don’t do it in front of my café! You’re ruining my business!!!"