Lin Fan's calm turn made Ning Feipeng's eyes flash with recognition, followed by a surge of fury!
He knew this guy!
Back at the raw stone market, Ning Feipeng had taken a massive hit.
He'd spent twenty-six million on a stone, only to lose five million with a single cut!
Sure, he'd bought the stone himself, but he wasn't stupid. Lin Fan had made a few precise cuts and then stopped, clearly setting a trap for a fool.
And that fool was him!
For Longyue Jewelry, a few tens of millions wasn't crippling, but losing that much for nothing stung. Worse, it was obvious Lin Fan had played him!
After that day at the market, Ning Feipeng had been digging for info on Lin Fan but came up empty-handed.
Yet here they were, crossing paths again!
His blood boiled with rage.
Lin Fan, spotting Ning Feipeng, raised an eyebrow.
Wasn't this the rich kid from the raw stone market who tried to buy his stone?
Snapping out of his thoughts, Lin Fan grinned. "What a coincidence. Heard you snagged another good stone later. How much did you make?"
Ning Feipeng trembled with anger.
This punk was definitely mocking him!
Make money? I lost nearly twenty million!
Liu Qingsong, noticing the exchange, frowned. "You know this guy?"
Ning Feipeng nodded, his eyes burning with hatred. "Oh, I know him. A few days ago at the raw stone market, this jerk made a fool out of me!"
"I lost twenty million for nothing!"
Liu Qingsong and Li Tianhua glanced at Lin Fan, surprised.
They'd heard Ning Feipeng rant about this before, but they never imagined the guy who scammed him was Lin Fan!
Liu Qingsong sneered at Lin Fan. "Not bad, kid. You've got some skills. But no matter what you say, you're not walking away today!"
He pulled out his phone and made a call.
"Round up some guys, fast. I'm beating someone down!"
After giving the address, Liu Qingsong smirked at Lin Fan. "You're done for now, kid!"
"Before my crew gets here, kneel, apologize, kowtow, and send your girlfriend to my bed. Maybe I'll spare your sorry life."
True to his playboy nature, he didn't miss a chance to bring up women.
Ning Feipeng clenched his fists, snarling, "No way! This punk's not walking away alive. I'll break his limbs and make him beg for death!"
"I'll show him what happens when you cross me, Ning Feipeng!"
Xiao Rou's grip on Lin Fan's arm tightened, her nerves fraying.
Lin Fan patted her gently, then faced the trio with a calm gaze.
He looked unfazed, fearless even, but inside, his heart was racing!
His Beginner Palm Technique could handle one or two guys, no problem. But if their backup showed up?
He wasn't sure he could take them.
After all, one pair of fists can't beat a crowd!
Still, he couldn't back down.
He had to keep his cool.
Lin Fan shot the three a disdainful look, then pulled out his phone, speaking calmly. "You think you're the only one who can call for backup?"
"I've got people too."
"But once my crew shows up, this won't end quietly."
"I'll give you a chance—kneel, apologize, and scram. Then I might let this slide."
"Otherwise, you'll regret it."
His bold words silenced the crowd.
People's gazes shifted, sizing up Lin Fan.
This guy was staying calm and even threatening them? Maybe he wasn't just some nobody!
Liu Qingsong, Ning Feipeng, and Li Tianhua were stunned.
Did this kid actually have a background to match theirs?
Most people would've been shaking in their boots just hearing their names!
Then Liu Qingsong laughed, unfazed. "Kid, I don't know if you're bluffing or not."
"But even if you've got some pull, you think the three of us are scared?"
"If you've got people, call them. Let's see who's got the real muscle!"
Lin Fan sighed inwardly. His bluff hadn't worked.
But he wasn't just talking big—he *could* call people, and when they arrived, things would get messy.
"Fine, you asked for it."
Lin Fan dialed a number with ease, gave a quick rundown of the situation, shared the address, and hung up.
Xiao Rou leaned closer, whispering nervously, "Xiao Fan, can you really call people?"
Lin Fan gave her a reassuring smile. "Relax, it's handled."
Her tension eased slightly at his confidence.
In less than five minutes, several vans roared up, screeching to a stop.
They were bold, blocking the road completely, but no one dared honk or pass.
Why? The vans had Qinglong Gang symbols plastered on their sides!
The Qinglong Gang had arrived!
The vans stopped, and over a dozen burly men with Qinglong tattoos on their arms piled out, each wielding a massive blade and radiating menace.
One glance was enough to make anyone's blood run cold.
Even Lin Fan felt a chill.
Not long ago, he was just an ordinary guy, fresh out of an orphanage, scraping by.
Now he'd pissed off the Qinglong Gang? Without the System, he'd be wishing for a do-over.
For a regular person, this was a catastrophe!
The men spotted Liu Qingsong's swollen, pig-like face and froze in shock.
They barely recognized him!
The leader, a bearded brute, cracked his neck, fuming. "Young Leader, who dared touch you?"
"Point him out, and we'll turn him into mincemeat!"
Liu Qingsong smirked, pointing at Lin Fan.
Following his gesture, the bearded man and his crew locked onto Lin Fan with murderous glares, ready to charge.
But Liu Qingsong raised a hand to stop them.
Arms crossed, he said coolly, "My people are here. Where's yours?"
"What, did they hear 'Qinglong Gang' and get too scared to show?"
Lin Fan smiled calmly. "Don't worry. Qinglong Gang, Shenlong Gang, whatever—my people aren't scared of you."
Right as he finished, police sirens wailed from the end of the street.
*Woo-wah, woo-wah!*
Flashing red and blue lights cut through the night.
Everyone froze.
What the hell?
This kid called the *Supervisory Bureau*?
Damn!
Young people really know how to play!
The Supervisory Bureau existed to crush crime. The Qinglong Gang? They wouldn't bat an eye.
Even Shanghai's most powerful forces wouldn't scare them!