Chapter 658: Chapter 616: Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals!
The Koreans were entirely wiped out.
The Japanese knelt and admitted their faults.
This had clearly become the prevailing trend. When even the most audacious clubs had caved, how could the others remain defiant?
After Qin Fan stepped into the third club, he didn’t even have to speak. Its members knelt in unison and shouted their surrender. Faced with these savvy opportunists, Qin Fan couldn’t be bothered with them.
After the livestream camera lingered on each of them for a close-up, he spoke playfully into Li Yunzhe’s broadcast, "Don’t think you can just lock your doors and hide from this! You can run, but you can’t hide! The next time I visit, just kneeling and surrendering won’t be enough to solve the problem!"
With that, he turned and headed for the fourth club. Upon hearing his words, the clubs that had been harboring schemes of their own immediately abandoned any thought of escaping the humiliation.
The fourth club, the fifth, and the sixth all followed. Unsurprisingly, with the previous examples set, they all chose to kneel and admit defeat to avert disaster.
Following behind Qin Fan, the president of the Martial Arts Club was so thrilled he was covered in goosebumps. The reason was simple: in his capacity as president, he was the one on camera fiercely smashing the signs of one club after another. Although everyone knew this was all because of Qin Fan, he didn’t care. A fiery passion exploded within him as he smashed sign after sign.
"Big Bro, do you think the Combat Club will surrender without a fight?" Li Yunzhe asked, walking beside Qin Fan as they headed toward the Combat Club amidst the roar of their mighty procession.
"I doubt it! That place is full of tough guys. They’re Western hard-hitters that even the Japanese and Koreans give a wide berth to and wouldn’t dare provoke. Anyone who wants to join has to pass an assessment. They won’t be that cowardly!" the previously excited president of the Martial Arts Club interjected with a frown before Qin Fan could speak.
"I hope they don’t surrender, and I’m sure they won’t," Qin Fan said playfully, a cryptic smile touching his lips.
In his Divine Sense, he had detected an abnormal presence—an aura that was not entirely human.
"Big Bro, what do you mean?" Li Yunzhe immediately asked.
"Never mind. You guys don’t need to follow me inside," Qin Fan said.
"Old Fourth, what’s going on?" Wang Dalu frowned.
"Don’t ask! Everyone, disperse! Tell the people behind us to break it up. There’s no need to follow; the show is over!" Qin Fan paused, the frivolous look gone from his face as he spoke in a serious tone.
Faced with Qin Fan’s sudden change, Li Yunzhe, Wang Dalu, and the others were momentarily stunned. However, Li Yunzhe, who knew Qin Fan had endless secrets, was savvy enough not to press the issue. "Alright, Big Bro, we’ll back off then!"
He then turned to the vast crowd trailing them and shouted, "Alright everyone, break it up! The show’s over!"
While Li Yunzhe was speaking, Qin Fan quickened his pace and darted away. He knew it wouldn’t be easy for Li Yunzhe to stop the students from following him.
Sure enough, as soon as Li Yunzhe’s shout fell, the students immediately turned on him, and a clamor of voices rose at once. By the time the crowd, distracted by Li Yunzhe, looked for Qin Fan again, they discovered the mighty and formidable Master Fan had vanished.
Inside the Combat Club, its members seemed completely indifferent to the events that had just unfolded. Whether it was Qin Fan taking down the entire Taekwondo Club or the several other clubs that had knelt in surrender, nothing seemed to faze them.
CREAK.
Qin Fan pushed open the club’s door alone.
At the sound, two Western exchange students lounging on a sofa, savoring red wine, didn’t even glance his way.
But one of them drawled sarcastically, "What, decided not to bring your shrimp soldiers and crab generals on stage today?"
"Shrimp soldiers and crab generals? No, no. In my eyes, *you’re* the shrimp soldiers and crab generals. Perhaps you don’t even qualify for that," Qin Fan retorted with a cold, mocking smile.
As his gaze swept over them, it stopped on the red liquid in their glasses, and his brow furrowed. That wasn’t red wine. It was blood. These bastards were drinking blood.
"Haha, how bold! Not bad, not bad at all. No wonder you took out that trash from the Taekwondo Club! Here, let me applaud you! Student Qin Fan, is it? Very good!" The blond youth set down his goblet, uncrossed his legs, and turned to applaud Qin Fan, his expression dripping with mockery.
"Jeremy, don’t be like that," the other youth chimed in playfully. "Don’t talk about our dear classmate Qin Fan that way. He’s a Martial Artist, after all! Show some respect! Some respect!"
"Oh—right! Almost forgot! A Huaxia Martial Artist. Very good!" Jeremy said, performing a clumsy fist-in-palm salute towards Qin Fan.
Their back-and-forth was thick with disdain, as if they couldn’t care less about Qin Fan’s identity as a Martial Artist.
Watching their little performance, the playfulness in Qin Fan’s expression gave way to an icy chill. The mere fact that they, as foreign exchange students, knew about Martial Artists was enough to prove they were no ordinary people. That they knew *he* was a Martial Artist was even more unusual. Combined with the two glasses of fresh blood, Qin Fan’s curiosity about their identities was now tinged with a rising killing intent.
"Tsk, tsk. Are you thinking about killing us?" Jeremy taunted, catching the fleeting glint of cold light in Qin Fan’s eyes. "Come now, classmate Qin Fan, Huaxia is a society governed by law. You shouldn’t do anything rash. Besides, we’re foreign exchange students. International friends! You understand? *International friends*."
"You’re right about one thing," Qin Fan replied, his smile deceptively harmless as he decided not to hold back any longer.
In the next instant, he exploded into motion, lunging forward. His fingers curled into a claw, striking directly at Jeremy’s face.
"Fuck! Get lost!"
Facing Qin Fan’s fierce attack, Jeremy didn’t seem surprised. With a cold laugh, his sparsely hairy hand swung out to meet the incoming claw.
CRACK!
As his hand connected with Qin Fan’s, Jeremy’s eyes widened in utter disbelief. The impact felt like striking an indestructible boulder. A sharp numbness shot up his entire arm.
Fuck, how is this possible? How?! A tidal wave of shock crashed through his mind.
After his swipe failed, Qin Fan’s claw inevitably slammed into his face.
"Shit!"
Seeing this, the other young man roared in shock and lunged, his own fingers clawing for Qin Fan’s neck.
"Get lost!"
Without even looking, Qin Fan roared, his other hand lashing out to intercept the attack.
SMACK!
Even though Qin Fan hadn’t used his True Qi, the force of the blow sent the man staggering back several steps, raw horror filling his eyes.
Gripping Jeremy’s face, Qin Fan asked with a chillingly wicked smile, "Tell me, are *you* a shrimp soldier and a crab general?"
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