Everyone in the Group is a Main Character, Except Me Who's the Villain

232: Chapter 232 As expected of the group admin, he’s awesome.The four men sandwiched Fang Ming and Jiang Che between them as they walked toward the hospital entrance.

Fang Ming walked in the very center, a woven bag in his left hand and his right hand in his pants pocket. His pace was steady, his expression showing no abnormality, while Jiang Che followed silently behind him.

Upon reaching the entrance, Huang Jun pulled open the door of the second SUV.

”Get in.”

Fang Ming didn’t dawdle at all. He tossed the woven bag into the trunk and sat in the back seat with Jiang Che.

A man in dark blue overalls sat in the passenger seat, the man in the jacket took the driver’s seat, and the other two got into the car in front.

The car started and quickly drove out of the hospital.

About twenty minutes later, the car turned into a narrow alley, then took several more turns, heading further and further into a remote area.

Jiang Che sat in the back seat, clutching his backpack straps tightly. He occasionally glanced at the unfamiliar street scenes outside and then at Fang Ming beside him.

Fang Ming leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed as if napping, but his left hand remained on his knee, his fingers tapping lightly.

”Brother Fang...”

Jiang Che whispered, ”This road isn’t right, is it? This isn’t the way to the airport.”

Fang Ming opened his eyes and glanced out the window.

The car had already left the urban area. On both sides were abandoned farmland and dilapidated factories. The road grew narrower and potholed, making for a bumpy, uncomfortable ride.

”It’s fine.” He patted Jiang Che’s shoulder. ”We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

It seemed his guess was correct; these four men indeed harbored ill intentions. But with his high level of skill, he was brave; he no longer cared about these small fries.

In the front passenger seat, the man named Huang Jun heard Jiang Che’s voice. He glanced at Fang Ming through the rearview mirror, his lips twitching slightly, but he said nothing.

The car drove for another ten minutes before finally turning onto a dirt road and stopping in front of an abandoned school building.

It was a small three-story building with most of its plaster peeled off, revealing the red bricks underneath. Almost all the window glass was shattered, leaving dark holes like empty eye sockets. The playground in front was overgrown with waist-high weeds that rustled in the wind.

”We’re here.” Huang Jun pushed the door open and got out.

Fang Ming followed him out, with Jiang Che close behind. Their feet made rustling sounds as they stepped on broken bricks and weeds.

The other three men also got out of the car behind them, surrounding Fang Ming and Jiang Che.

Fang Ming’s gaze swept over the four men before finally landing on Huang Jun’s face. ”Does your Madam live in a place like this?”

Huang Jun didn’t respond, the smile on his face growing a touch colder.

”Brother, sorry about this. If you want to blame someone, blame your own bad luck.”

Hearing Huang Jun’s words and seeing the others’ movements, how could Jiang Che not understand what was happening? His face turned pale instantly, and he instinctively hid behind Fang Ming.

Fang Ming didn’t move; he didn’t even blink.

”What do you mean? You aren’t people sent by Jiang Che’s mother?”

”You only realize it now? Too late!” Huang Jun maintained a cold sneer. ”None of you are leaving today.”

As soon as Huang Jun finished speaking, the man in the gray hoodie behind him moved.

He pulled a telescopic baton from his waist with his right hand and flicked it hard. The baton extended half a meter long as he swung it toward Fang Ming’s head. His movements were crisp and efficient, clearly those of a veteran.

Fang Ming raised his left hand, striking second but arriving first. His fingers clamped onto the baton like a vise and he gave it a light twist.

Crack!

The metal baton bent instantly. The man in the gray hoodie’s pupils constricted. Before he could react, Fang Ming kicked his knee, the sound of bone cracking clearly audible.

”Ahhh!!!” The man in the gray hoodie screamed and fell forward. Fang Ming grabbed the bent baton and struck him across the back with a backhand swing.

The man in the gray hoodie lay on the ground, twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

The other two subordinates froze for a second, exchanged a look, and simultaneously drew daggers from their waists.

Fang Ming didn’t give them time to hesitate.

He stepped forward, his right hand shooting out like lightning to grab the man on the left’s wrist and pressing down. The dagger fell from his hand.

At the same time, he raised his knee and slammed it hard into the man’s abdomen. The man groaned, doubled over, and fell backward against the wall of the abandoned school building, sliding down into a heap.

The last man held his dagger, standing frozen in place, his face pale. He didn’t know whether to advance or retreat.

Fang Ming looked at him and didn’t move.

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed. The dagger in his hand was held mid-air as if he were frozen. After a second of hesitation, he turned and ran.

Fang Ming didn’t chase him. He simply leaned down, picked up the dropped dagger, and weighed it in his hand.

The man who had run a dozen meters away suddenly tripped and fell face-first into the dirt.

The dagger in Fang Ming’s hand had flown out at some point, landing exactly half a meter in front of the man. Most of the blade was buried in the soil, leaving only the hilt vibrating with a hum.

The man lay on the ground, trembling all over, not daring to move again.

Huang Jun stood there, his expression shifting from smugness to shock, and then from shock to terror. He instinctively took a step back, his hand reaching for his lower back.

Fang Ming looked at him, his lips curling. ”Think carefully before you move.”

Huang Jun gritted his teeth, his hand still reaching back.

Fang Ming sighed and raised his right hand, spreading his fingers. Huang Jun finally grabbed the gun handle and yanked it out!

Whoosh!

An invisible wave of air exploded from Fang Ming’s palm. Huang Jun felt as if he had been hit by a truck. His feet left the ground, and he flew back more than three meters, slamming heavily onto the hood of the black car. The gun flew from his hand, bounced twice on the ground, and slid into the grass.

”You... who on earth are you?”

He lay slumped on the hood, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His body felt like it was falling apart, and he didn’t even have the strength to lift his hand. He could only stare at Fang Ming with wide, terrified eyes.

External release of True Qi? A Grandmaster? This young man is a Grandmaster?

Jiang Che stood behind Fang Ming, completely stunned.

The most powerful person he had ever seen was Butcher Zhang from the village, who could split half a pig with one swing of his knife. But what had he just seen? Fang Ming just raised his hand, and a man went flying?

As expected of the group owner, he’s simply awesome!!

Fang Ming ignored him, walked slowly to Huang Jun, and looked down at him.

”You’re not worthy of knowing. Tell me, who sent you?”

Slumped on the hood, Huang Jun’s chest felt like it was splitting open. He remained stubborn: ”I told you, it was the Madam...”

Fang Ming reached out, grabbed one of his fingers, and gently bent it backward.

”Ah!” Huang Jun screamed, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

”I don’t have much patience.” Fang Ming released the finger and patted his face. ”I’ll ask you one more time: who sent you?”

Huang Jun panted heavily, looking into Fang Ming’s terrifyingly calm eyes. He finally broke.

”It’s the Second Master... the Second Master sent us.”

”Second Master? Who is he? What’s his name?”

”Shang... Shangguan Hong.”

After saying that, Huang Jun seemed to lose all his strength and went completely limp on the hood, gasping for air.

Fang Ming, meanwhile, narrowed his eyes.

Shangguan Hong? The biological younger brother of the Shangguan Group’s chairman??

After Nangong Ling and Shangguan Hong had both come looking for him, Fang Ming had conducted an in-depth investigation into the Shangguan Group. He knew that the president, Shangguan Yang, had only one brother.

If Shangguan Hong was behind these people, then wouldn’t Jiang Che’s mother be Nangong Ling??

Could it be such a coincidence?? Is the Protagonist Halo really this terrifying?

He turned to look at Jiang Che. The young man stood in the sunset, his face pale, but his back was straight.

He didn’t know who Shangguan Hong was, nor did he know about any Second Master. He only knew that those people just now were there to kill him.

And Fang Ming had saved him.

Fang Ming walked over and patted his shoulder.

”Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

Jiang Che nodded. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but his throat felt blocked.

Fang Ming didn’t press him further. He took out his phone, found Nangong Ling’s number, and dialed it.

It rang once, and she picked up. Her voice carried a hint of suppressed anxiety.

”Hello, Mr. Fang!”

”Do you have a son named Jiang Che?”