Best Young Master

31: Chapter 029: [Three-legged Cat Kung Fu] 31: Chapter 029: [Three-legged Cat Kung Fu] At the entrance of Chunjiang Police Station.

Ye Fan and Su Jindi stood by the roadside, waiting for a taxi.

They planned to take the taxi to pick up the car at CC Bar and then return to Jiuxi Rose Garden Noble District.

In the courtyard of the police station behind him, four police cars with their lights flashing stood ready.

Whether it was the six detectives led by Zhang Li, or the police of the station led by Li Bin, all of them looked at Ye Fan’s solitary figure outside the police station as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Even though Dong Jianjun had told Liu Baohua not to act rashly, Liu Baohua, wanting to earn merits, still instructed Zhang Li and Li Bin to each take their men and keep watch over Ye Fan.

“Brother Ye, looking at their actions, it seems like they want to pursue this matter further.

How about we walk ahead?

Maybe there’ll be taxis further on.”

Su Jindi already knew that Ye Fan had injured a policeman inside and subsequently got out.

Initially, Su Jindi’s admiration had reached a peak—although he was known as the ‘Demon Lord of Mayhem’ of Hanghu, he only ever harassed the wealthy and spoiled; who would dare to attack a policeman?

In the past few minutes, Su Jindi was as if injected with a dose of adrenaline, extremely excited.

However—

As time went by, the boiling blood in Su Jindi’s veins gradually cooled down, especially seeing the full yard of policemen behind him, he started to panic again.

Instinct and reason told him that this incident would definitely not end this easily.

The police would undoubtedly come after Ye Fan again.

In that case, even if Ye Fan was capable of putting up a fight, he could not possibly confront all the state’s apparatus.

The best strategy would be to depart as a better plan.

“Woo…

Woo…”

Just as Su Jindi finished speaking, a piercing siren was heard from the front as Dong Jianjun’s Audi car sped towards them.

“Brother Ye, our best bet right now is to dodge them, then find a place to call my grandfather and have him sort this out,” Su Jindi said.

Seeing that more police cars were arriving, Su Jindi spoke plainly, suggesting that at this point, only his grandfather, Su Hongyuan, could resolve the situation, rather than standing there waiting to take a taxi away.

“If they want to keep playing, I don’t mind continuing to accompany them,” Ye Fan said while slightly narrowing his eyes at the approaching Audi.

Because Chu Ji had told him to learn to obey the law, he had cooperated with the police after hitting Gou Wei.

It was only when Zhang Li and his men tried to set him up that he got angry, struck Zhang Li, and injured the leader, but he did not hit anyone else, nor did he phone Chu Ji.

Although Chu Ji had told him to learn to abide by the law, she had also instructed him that if anyone tried to bully him with secular power, he should call her.

In the midst of speaking, Ye Fan suddenly noticed two piercing gazes.

The owners of the gazes were Dong Jianjun and Zhu Gang in the Audi.

Dong Jianjun’s gaze was filled with the authority of a superior, while Zhu Gang’s appeared casual but exerted greater pressure on Ye Fan.

It felt as if he was trying to see through Ye Fan, to peer into his soul.

“That kid seems odd,” Dong Jianjun remarked as the car drove past Ye Fan, feeling an odd sensation in his heart.

“His arms are slightly longer than average, his hand joints are even, and his skin smooth—he’s clearly a trained fighter, and moreover, he has developed his inner strength to a certain level of fire control, which has resulted in the peeling of dead skin on his hands,” Zhu Gang mused.

“Old Dong, he’s likely the Jianghu martial artist who injured your men.”

“What…

What?” Dong Jianjun was startled by this revelation.

Then shaking his head, he said, “Impossible.

In all my years as a policeman, I’ve never seen anyone assault an officer and then boldly stand in front of a police station.”

“True or not, we’ll know shortly.”

Zhu Gang glanced at the police station, prepared for action, almost certain of his guess.

Yet, he did not rush to have Dong Jianjun’s driver stop the car but instead used the rear-view mirror to keep an eye on Ye Fan, pondering why he wasn’t leaving.

Clamor—

Inside the police station, upon seeing Dong Jianjun’s arrival, Zhang Li, Li Bin, and others became flustered, thrown into disarray.

“Salute!”

Later, when the car stopped and Dong Jianjun emerged, Zhang Li, with his broken wrist, saw this as an opportunity to impress his superiors, taking the initiative to salute first.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In a moment, all the policemen in the courtyard saluted, Zhang Li saluted with his left hand because of his injured right hand.

“You’re injured?” Dong Jianjun returned the salute, then walked over to Zhang Li, asking with concern.

“Reporting to Mr.

Dong, I was following Director Liu’s instructions to apprehend the ‘CC Bar assault’ suspect earlier.

I didn’t expect that the suspect was a Jianghu person,” Zhang Li cleverly insisted the other party was from the Jianghu, thereby ensuring Dong Jianjun would not blame him, and might even appreciate him for staying on the frontline despite the injury.

Sure enough, after hearing Zhang Li’s explanation, Dong Jianjun patted Zhang Li’s left shoulder gently, looking satisfied, and said, “I’ve already been briefed about this by Deputy Director Liu.

Having a policeman like you is the pride of our force!”

“The people’s police serve the people!” Zhang Li stood straight, suppressing the pain from his injury, his expression one of excitement.

Seeing Zhang Li’s demeanor and noting that no one else was injured, Zhu Gang felt something was amiss but didn’t think much of it and asked, “Where is the assailant now?”

“Over there!”

Although Li Bin was unaware of Zhu Gang’s identity, seeing him get out of the car with Dong Jianjun, he subconsciously treated Zhu Gang as a superior.

Racing to answer before Zhang Li, Li Bin extended his hand towards Ye Fan’s proud silhouette.

However…

his face, illuminated by the light, did not show the excitement of answering a leader’s question first.

All that could be seen was confusion.

Not just him, the other policemen also turned their gazes back to Ye Fan, showing the same puzzled expressions as Li Bin—confused as to why Ye Fan hadn’t left yet…

“Uh…”

Even with years of experience in officialdom, forging a strong heart, Dong Jianjun still found himself stunned on the spot when he realized that the killer was indeed the person Zhu Gang had mentioned.

He felt it was utterly absurd!

“Old Dong, you and your men wait here, I’ll go and catch him,” Zhu Gang said.

Unlike Dong Jianjun, who found the situation absurd, Zhu Gang was somewhat annoyed.

As a member of ‘Yanhuang’, Zhu Gang had dealt with many Jianghu people and knew well how bold and fearless they were, paying little heed to the secular police.

But even in his memory, Ye Fan was the first to be so brazen.

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for a response from Dong Jianjun, Zhu Gang pushed off the ground, shooting towards Ye Fan like an arrow leaving its bow.

So fast!

As the saying goes, you know a master by his first move.

Although Zhang Li and the others were not fighting experts, they were shocked at Zhu Gang’s speed.

Before Zhang Li and the others could recover from their shock, Zhu Gang had already reached the courtyard gate, slowing down as he strode towards Ye Fan.

As if anticipating Zhu Gang’s arrival, Ye Fan pulled Su Jindi behind him and turned to face Zhu Gang.

“Young man, quite bold of you to assault police officers and still dare to stay by the police station entrance without fear,” Zhu Gang said with a piercing gaze, his voice cold.

“Some people just deserve a beating,” Ye Fan replied calmly, despite Zhu Gang’s increasingly intimidating aura.

“As to whether it’s a trifling skill, you’ll know once you try.”

“Heh!”

Facing Ye Fan’s arrogant words, Zhu Gang laughed in anger, pushed off the ground again, and appeared in front of Ye Fan in an instant, swinging a Hand Blade.

This Hand Blade, though seemingly simple, combined the momentum of a sprint with the added force of Inner Strength.

If it struck, not to mention flesh and bone, even a solid brick would be shattered!

Hm?

As Zhu Gang made his move, Ye Fan gauged his strength and felt some surprise, but did not dodge.

If Ye Fan dodged, Zhu Gang wouldn’t have time to retract the strike, and Su Jindi would surely be splattered with blood.

“Whoosh!

Whoosh!”

As the Hand Blade sliced down, Zhu Gang’s movement cut through the air, creating a visible split.

The sharp wind rushed towards Ye Fan’s face, stinging his eyes.

“Hmph!”

Seeing the Hand Blade descending, Ye Fan focused his Qi into his Dantian and let out a cold snort that exploded like a firecracker, and a stream of air burst from his mouth, instantly blowing away the wind rushing at his face.

Exhaling like a projectile!

Hm?

As a member of Yanhuang, though Zhu Gang was getting old and his body not as strong as before, he had plenty of combat experience.

He had first-class judgment and abilities.

Ye Fan’s exhaling technique required strong internal organs and powerful breath.

Zhu Gang had practiced a lifetime of martial arts, and only now could he barely manage this technique.

Of course, this was because as a member of Yanhuang, he mainly practiced martial arts skills for combat and didn’t delve too much into meditation and breathing techniques.

It’s like how, in Wuxia novels, some focus on inner strength while others on outer strength.

Despite realizing he had underestimated Ye Fan’s abilities, Zhu Gang had no choice but to continue his attack, as it was too late to stop.

After dispersing the wind, Ye Fan didn’t pause, turning his hand into a palm and striking fiercely.

Intercept!

This palm strike looked casual, yet Ye Fan was utilizing the ‘Intercept’ move from the Ba Gua Palm.

The goal was to sever Zhu Gang’s Hand Blade attack.

“Snap!

Snap!

Snap!”

With the palm strike, Ye Fan’s muscles and bones echoed together, as if resonating with the air, creating an illusion of rolling thunder.

“Bang—”

As Hand Blade met palm, Ye Fan felt a shock in his palm.

A surge of Inner Strength came at him, but he shook his arm and stopped the Inner Strength from entering his body.

On the other side, Zhu Gang felt his arm numb from Ye Fan’s palm and stumbled backwards.

“Your strike resounded with your muscles and bones, your innards responded, giving off the sound of thunder.

You must have reached the realm of Postnatal Great Perfection,” Zhu Gang quickly adjusted his breath and looked at Ye Fan with amazement, “Since when did Ba Gua Sect produce such a formidable young expert?”

“Didn’t you say my skills were mediocre?” Ye Fan said with a cold laugh, making a swift step forward and pouncing on Zhu Gang like a tiger going in for the kill!