Urban Most Awesome Dad

Translator: 549690339

A few minutes later, at the Star of Zhonghai complex, a white Toyota Alphard minivan came speeding in at an extremely fast pace.

The security guards noticed that this car wasn’t registered with the complex. As one guard came out to stop it, unexpectedly, the car didn’t slow down at all and instead revved up, crashing fiercely into the complex’s gate.

With a loud bang, the complex’s electronic gate was split into two sections, and the minivan continued at an undiminished speed, swiftly arriving beside the grass where Xu Fan and the others were.

A screeching sound of a sudden brake, accompanied by the stench of burning rubber, arose.

The back door of the white minivan opened, and two men dressed in Sun Yat-sen suits hopped out.

Zhu Touqiang, lying on the ground, had already begun to show joy on his face when he saw the white minivan, and upon seeing the two men jump out of the car, his happiness knew no bounds.

“Brother Wu, I’ve had a hard time waiting for you,” Zhu Touqiang, shaking his enormous head, rolled and crawled over to one of the men in Sun Yat-sen suits, saying eagerly.

“Ah Qiang, how did you end up like this? Who did this to you!” Su Wujin, Brother Wu, upon seeing Zhu Touqiang’s pig-like head, even with a heart as tough as iron, felt a trace of pity.

Zhu Touqiang’s face had indeed been beaten to a terrible state.

“Brother Wu, it was that man holding a child who beat me. You must take revenge for me!” Zhu Touqiang spoke while painfully rubbing his cheek.

With eight or nine teeth gone, every word he uttered felt as uncomfortable as an old lady chewing peanuts.

“Don’t be afraid. To mess with us from Jin Hui means courting death. Here is Brother Liu Simu, who just came down from the mountain. With the two of us brothers here, he can’t turn the sky upside down,” Brother Wu, Su Wujin, said, shaking his sleeve, a look of arrogance on his face.

Su Wujin and Liu Simu were both true martial arts successors. Last year, Su Wujin joined the underground fighting ring in Zhonghai City at Zhu Touqiang’s invitation. Fighting in over thirty bouts against special forces, fighters, and golden belt champions from various countries, Su Wujin still maintained an undefeated record.

Today happened to be the day Liu Simu came down to Zhonghai, and Su Wujin brought his senior brother to a Jin Hui Group-owned entertainment club. Before they could start having fun, a distress call from Zhu Touqiang had them rushing over.

Liu Simu was also quite envious of the treatment Su Wujin received working with Zhu Touqiang.

In just over a year with Zhu Touqiang, Su Wujin had already earned nearly twenty million, most of which he won from the black-market fighting ring.

Having been following their master all along, seeing Su Wujin, who used to be far less skilled than him, thriving like this, Liu Simu harbored the desire to join Zhu Touqiang.

So, without hesitation, Liu Simu grabbed his junior and rushed over upon receiving Zhu Touqiang’s call for help.

He wanted to show off in front of Zhu Touqiang; his martial arts were far superior to his junior brother’s. Now his junior brother was driving a sports car worth millions, had two C-tier celebrity mistresses, and was living a carefree life. Liu Simu thought that if he followed Zhu Touqiang closely, his future might even surpass that of his junior; luxury cars and beautiful women seemed to be beckoning to him.

The two brothers looked at each other, then said in unison:

“Big brother, let me go first.”

“Junior brother, let me go first.”

Su Wujin was afraid Liu Simu would steal his thunder, and since Liu Simu came to show off in front of Zhu Touqiang, the brothers began to bicker over who should go first even before the fight began.

“Junior brother, it’s been a long time since I’ve stretched my muscles; let me have a go at him,” Liu Simu urged somewhat impatiently.

“Big brother, as a guest from afar, our troubles in Jin Hui are ours to settle. You just sit back and enjoy the show,” Su Wujin said, stretching out his hand to stop Liu Simu from going forward.

“Junior Brother, killing a person is just a trivial matter for us, no trouble at all,” Liu Simu was still eager to take the stage.

“Senior Brother, you’re too heavy-handed. Our boss always prefers to capture them alive. It’s better if I do it,” Su Wujin had been with Big Brother Qiang for a long time and was insistent, not allowing Liu Simu to step forward no matter what.

The two were still bickering over who should go first when Xu Fan finally spoke up from the sidelines.

“What’s all the chatter for? Just come at me together, and save me some time.”

Xu Fan’s tone was casual and indifferent, as if the two quarreling in front of him were nothing more than buzzing flies.

Upon hearing Xu Fan’s words, the two siblings stopped arguing and turned their cold gazes toward Xu Fan together.

“Kid! You’re too arrogant. I’ve decided to break every bone in your body, leaving only your mouth!” Su Wujin arrogantly pointed at Su Chen.

“I’m going to pull out your tongue. I hate braggarts the most,” Liu Simu also looked fiercely at Xu Fan.

“Then come on over, what are you hesitating for?” Xu Fan waved them over, the expression on his face like a child teasing insects.

When the two men got out of the car, Xu Fan had already seen that they were different from ordinary people in their temperament.

Both of them already had a faint sense of qi.

Although they were still a long way from opening their Qi Sea and stepping onto the path of cultivation, those who had a sense of qi had already begun to be transformed by the Spiritual Energy. If they had practiced martial arts techniques, then the power of those techniques would be greatly enhanced during use.

It turned out that there were indeed certain methods of cultivation on this planet too, albeit very rudimentary ones, purely relying on martial arts to generate a sense of qi. Who knows how many years it would take to condense a Qi Sea and step into the threshold of being a cultivator.

But for ordinary people, they were already considered the top tier of strong men, capable of exceeding the limits of physical strength.

However, to Xu Fan, a former Five Directions Great Emperor, they were nothing, not even worthy of being called a fart.

Even though Xu Fan had started over, with the combat power of these two men, they were still nothing but trash before him.

Su Wujin and Liu Simu, however, did not feel the same way. In their eyes, Xu Fan was just an ordinary person—a mere insect to be squashed by martial artists like them.

Riled up by Xu Fan’s words, the two cast aside their prejudices and attacked Xu Fan shoulder to shoulder.

Two figures instantly turned into two afterimages, streaking past Big Brother Zhu Touqiang, and in the blink of an eye, they were at Xu Fan’s side.

Su Wujin, who excelled in boxing, swung a fist wrapped in red Qi Force fiercely at Su Chen’s face, as fast as lightning.

And Senior Brother Liu Simu, who was skilled in leg techniques, struck a whip kick as swift as the wind, bringing the sound of thunder, toward Su Chen’s nape.

Danger flashed in Xu Fan’s eyes.

Xu Fan quickly tossed Tongtong, who was in his arms, into the air, and then his fists flew out at the two men as fast as lightning.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

Four punches were thrown, and before Su Wujin and Liu Simu could make out Xu Fan’s movements, their bodies were pierced by a tremendous force.