Lin Fan: Playing Dirty, Huh

The next day at noon.

Detention center.

"This scene feels somewhat familiar!"

"The last time I saw him leave like this was... well, the last time."

"Shocked for a minute? That’s sixty seconds right there."

"If everyone could save one pack of cigarettes a day, in ten days, they’d save ten packs!"

"Damn it! Xiao Li, Xiao Wang, shut your mouths! All of you, be serious. Are we joking around here?"

The prison warden spoke sternly.

The guards who were called out immediately quieted down.

Lin Fan was so angry he wanted to kill someone.

He held a file folder in his hand.

Without looking back, he walked out of this cursed place!

"Hope I don’t see you again next time," said the guard who had processed Lin Fan’s entry the night before.

Lin Fan’s face darkened even more.

Was he sick?

Or did he look like someone who was sick?

What normal person would want to stay in such a dump?

A sleek black luxury car was already waiting outside.

Ma Qun got out of the car. "Dragon King."

"Let’s talk inside," Lin Fan said, tossing the file folder into Ma Qun’s hands.

He stepped into the back seat first.

Ma Qun followed and got into the car.

"Did you find out the identity of that person?"

Lin Fan asked.

Ma Qun, now doubling as the driver, started the car and spoke as they drove away.

"Yes, Dragon King, we’ve identified him!"

"His name is Song Ligang, a member of the infamous Wolf Fang mercenary group from overseas. He got into trouble because..."

Ma Qun relayed the information they had uncovered.

Someone had uploaded a video of Song Ligang online the day before.

Different fields, different expertise.

But they were all insiders in their respective domains.

Investigating wasn’t too difficult.

If they couldn’t find anything domestically,

they’d have someone overseas look into it.

After all, their main base was abroad.

Lin Fan’s mouth twitched as he listened.

It was pretty much what he had expected.

Someone who could hold their own against him

was already impressive.

But someone who could outmatch him

definitely had a significant background.

In short,

this guy was no ordinary person.

Lin Fan: "What about the person behind him? Did you find out?"

Ma Qun looked embarrassed.

"Dragon King, we’ve got the basic info on Song Ligang, but the mastermind behind him... we’ll need more time to uncover."

"If you haven’t found out, just say so. Don’t beat around the bush," Lin Fan said, pursing his lips.

He pulled out his phone.

"Ahem... Dragon King, don’t go online," Ma Qun said, catching a glimpse of this through the rearview mirror and offering a friendly warning.

This only piqued Lin Fan’s curiosity even more.

"Why can’t I go online?"

"Uh, I mean, don’t look at the trending topics."

"Why can’t I look at those?"

"Uh, well..."

Ma Qun was at a loss for words.

At that moment,

Lin Fan had already opened a webpage.

Soon, a trending topic caught his eye.

["Storm in the Martial World: A Blood Feud! A Thrilling Duel Between Two Genuine Masters at the Café Rooftop!"]

Lin Fan’s eyelids twitched even more.

There was even a video attached.

The thumbnail showed him with a bruised and battered face.

Even Master Ma hadn’t looked this bad when he got beaten up.

"This is bad..."

Ma Qun thought to himself.

Lin Fan had already started playing the fight video on his phone.

The exchanges of moves

didn’t interest him.

What he focused on was the part where he got beaten to a pulp!

Not only were there clips,

but there were also several pitiful screenshots!

"Ahhh!!!!"

Lin Fan’s angry voice erupted.

"This is infuriating! Absolutely infuriating!"

"Are these shameless media outlets always this bold?"

"Who gave them the courage?"

Among the top trending topics,

there were several more videos about his fight with Song Ligang.

["Traditional Martial Arts Aren’t Dead: A Master Appears on the Streets of Shanghai!"]

["Martial Arts Are Killing Techniques: If You Haven’t Mastered Them, Don’t Flaunt Them—Just Like This Guy."]

["Shocking! A Martial Arts Master Emerges, Ready to Make the World Suffer!"]

["Real Master or Fake? The Holder of the Mask of Suffering."]

Lin Fan’s eyes were bloodshot.

He felt deeply humiliated!

"Ma Qun, what the hell are you doing?"

"Dragon King, I’ve contacted those media companies, pressuring them to take down the videos!"

"But it seems like they have someone backing them. My pressure didn’t work."

Ma Qun spoke in a weak, pitiful tone.

Lin Fan was furious, grinding his teeth.

"It must be the bastard who brought Song Ligang here pulling the strings!"

"Contact Pangolin in my name. Tell him to find the mastermind as soon as possible!"

Ma Qun nodded.

But he couldn’t free up his hands at the moment.

This was awkward.

Seeing the situation,

Lin Fan decided not to push him further.

He picked up his phone and called Gao Liming.

"Gao Liming, I need you to handle something for me."

"Dragon King, my stomach’s been acting up lately. It’s an old issue. The doctor told me not to move around too much. I need to rest."

Gao Liming’s weak voice came through.

His cast hadn’t even been removed yet,

and they wanted him to work while injured?

Were they out of their minds?

Dream on!

Lin Fan was dumbfounded.

You’ve got stomach problems?

Since when?

When we were abroad, I never saw you take any medication.

Is this guy trying to scam me?

"Pangolin, let’s be straight. If you handle this, I’ll make sure the payment is more than enough!"

"Cough... Dragon King, it’s not about the payment. Even if you didn’t pay, I’d be happy—wait, no, I mean, even if you pay, I’d be happy. But I’m really sick right now!!!!"

"What kind of sickness? I’ll come over and take a look. I can’t promise a cure, but I can help a little."

"My sickness... has no cure."

"............"

Lin Fan: Are you messing with me on purpose?