Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Chapter 580: Chapter 581 East City Boss

”Lin Chen, the boss of East City is here; you should probably hide for a bit,” Wei Ling said worriedly.

”Hide? I don’t care if he’s the boss of East City or West City; anyone who dares to bully my sister will get beaten by me,” Lin Chen declared without fear.

”Such a good brother, with you saying that, I’m content,” Wei Ling said gratefully.

”Come on, little brother will show you what this East City boss is all about,” Lin Chen said with a smile.

Lin Chen got in the car and drove toward the bar.

Wei Ling turned on the radio, and news about Wadi was playing.

Through the broadcast, Lin Chen learned that Wadi had been murdered in prison the night before, and his son Vara had also been arrested for multiple murders. The entire Wadi family had been suppressed by several other families and was struggling to recover.

”That bastard Wadi finally got what he deserved. I heard he offended some important person and got toppled as a result,” Wei Ling said while driving.

She could never have dreamed that the important person she was talking about was none other than Lin Chen beside her.

When Lin Chen and Wei Ling entered the bar, it was already in chaos; all the staff had been beaten and were lying on the floor in pain.

At that moment, a van parked at the entrance, and an old man in luxurious clothes and smoking a cigar stepped out.

Seeing the elder, Wei Ling’s eyes lit up, and she hurried forward to lift the curtain for him.

”Third Master, I’m really sorry, those guys were just too much, and I had no choice but to ask for your help,” Wei Ling said politely.

Third Master took a puff of his cigar and said indifferently, ”Little Ling, in our line of work, you have to learn to adapt. As long as you can make money, that’s good. We better mind our own business in the future.”

”You’re right, Third Master,” Wei Ling said with an embarrassed smile.

Then Wei Ling pulled Lin Chen over with a smile and said, ”Third Master, this is my little brother Lin Chen. Little Chen, hurry and say hello to Third Master.”

In fact, Lin Chen wasn’t fond of this Third Master, but out of consideration for Wei Ling, he stretched out his hand and said with a smile, ”Hello, Third Master.”

However, Third Master didn’t reach out his hand and just glanced coldly at Lin Chen, ”Were you the one who hit Ba Tu yesterday?”

”Third Master, those guys were bullying too much; my little brother just couldn’t stand by and had to take action,” Wei Ling hurriedly said, trying to smooth things over.

”Young man, it’s good to help others, but in the future, think before you act. Otherwise, if you offend someone you shouldn’t, you might not even know how you die,” Third Master said in a tone of educating the younger generation.

Lin Chen didn’t say anything. If it were any other day, he would have kicked aside an old gangster trying to act tough like Third Master, but he had to consider Wei Ling.

After all, Wei Ling’s place relied on Third Master for protection, and he didn’t want to make things difficult for her.

A few people walked into the bar, which was already a mess. About a dozen thugs with menacing looks stood on both sides, and at the bar, a burly man was drinking and mockingly watching them.

”Ba Fei, you bring your men to make trouble on my turf, what’s the meaning of this?” Third Master said, his expression darkening as he looked at the bar that was completely wrecked.

This bar was his territory, and Ba Fei’s act of blatant destruction was a direct insult, a slap in the face.

Ba Fei gave Third Master a cold smile, ”Third Master, you’re getting on in years. I suggest you go home and retire. You should probably stay out of these trivial matters.”

Hearing Ba Fei’s words, Third Master’s expression turned even uglier.

The thing he disliked most was others mentioning his age, and now Ba Fei had humiliated him in front of so many people, making Third Master lose face.

”Ba Fei, don’t get too cocky. You should know that when I was running the show, you were still wearing split pants. Today, you trashed my place; you owe me an explanation,” Third Master said with a dark expression.

”You want an explanation, all right, I’ll give you one.” Ba Fei said with a smile, standing up and walking over to Third Master.

Suddenly, he lifted his right leg and kicked Third Master hard in the abdomen, then grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it over his head.

Blood gushed from Third Master’s head, and he swayed before collapsing to the ground.

”Old fool, you really think you’re someone important, interfering in my business is asking for death,” Ba Fei said, still unsatisfied, as he brutally kicked Third Master several more times.

Seeing their boss get beaten, Third Master’s subordinates were about to make a move when they were promptly held at knifepoint, blades to their throats.

Ba Fei grabbed Third Master by the hair and spoke coldly, ”Old man, how about now, ready to talk to me properly?

Spitting blood, Third Master glared at Ba Fei, ”You dare touch me; boy, you better think about the consequences.”

”Consequences? Now that I’ve joined Qing Ye, what can you do to me if I beat you up?” Ba Fei said arrogantly.

”Qing Ye!” Hearing this name, Third Master’s face changed, and he instantly deflated.

Qing Ye could be considered the underground emperor of Man City—not in the same league as these gangsters.

A mere flick from Qing Ye could completely erase their whole gang.

At this moment, Third Master had lost all his earlier momentum and, despite being beaten up, said with a forced smile, ”Turns out Brother Ba Fei is already under Qing Ye. Why didn’t you say so earlier!”

Ba Fei snorted coldly, ”Third Master, I came here for two things: one is for a person, and the other is for money.”

Third Master glanced at Wei Ling, his eyes holding a sly gleam, ”Brother Ba Fei, what do you mean by wanting a person and money?”

”A brat hit my brother Bata; hand him over to me,” Ba Fei said icily.

”Sure, that’s no problem. The guy’s right here,” Third Master said with a sneer.

”Third Master, how can you do this? Lin Chen is my brother; how can you hand him over?” Wei Ling said in shock and hurriedly spoke up.

”Shut up, you floozy. Bringing this pretty boy here to stir up trouble—if he dares to hit Bata, he deserves to die,” Third Master said coldly.

At this moment, Wei Ling’s face was filled with anger. She paid a hefty protection fee to Third Master every year, and yet now that trouble had come, this guy turned out to be such a coward.

”Fei Ge, it’s all my fault; it has nothing to do with my brother. Take it out on me, I’m willing to give you my shop, just let my brother go,” Wei Ling pleaded.

Ba Fei snorted, ”Slut, do you think you’re in a position to negotiate with me? Not only will your shop be mine, but I’ll take you too. As for your brother, he has to die just the same.”

Wei Ling was about to beg further, but Lin Chen grabbed her.

”Ling Jie, there’s no use begging them. This Third Master is a coward and can’t be relied on. Let’s have a proper chat with Ba Fei,” Lin Chen said with a light smile.

”Kid, who are you calling a coward?” Third Master shouted angrily.

Ba Fei could bully him, and he couldn’t provoke him, but even Lin Chen, who was just a pretty boy, dared to disrespect him; he couldn’t stand it anymore.

”Slap!” Before Third Master could finish speaking, a resounding slap landed on his face, and the force of it sent him flying.

”Damn it, I let it go when you badmouthed me, but to call Ling Jie a floozy, don’t embarrass me here anymore, just scram!” Lin Chen said with a cold look in his eyes.