Chapter seven hundred and seventeen pay tribute to parents
"How about it, are you ready to die?"
When Dong Wangu heard this, cold sweat broke out on his face unconsciously, and his hands and feet felt cold.
Although he knew that he could not be Lin Fan's opponent, he still didn't want to just sit back and wait for death, so he roared and punched Lin Fan.
Lin Fan snorted coldly and stood there without moving.
Soon, Dong Wangu's fist fell on Lin Fan. For a moment, he felt as if his fist had hit an iron wall. A huge backlash hit him and knocked him away.
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Then he fell heavily to the ground, feeling a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood mist spurted out.
"Dad, how are you?"
Seeing this scene, Dong Fanjian hurriedly ran over, and his two disciples immediately helped their master up.
Dong Wangu did not answer his son's words, but looked at Lin Fan with a horrified face. He finally understood why even that man was no longer Lin Fan's opponent.
At this moment, his face was all gray and he had really accepted his fate.
"Dong Wangu, with your little ability, you are just struggling. From the day you started letting people come to kill me, you should have had the consciousness to be killed."
Dong Wangu was speechless for a moment. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
But at this time, Dong Fanjian suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Lin Fan.
"I beg you, please let my dad go. Everything happened because of me. If you want to kill him, just kill me."
"Jian'er, what are you doing? Get up!"
Seeing his son's actions, Dong Wangu's face suddenly turned pale, and he felt a surge of anger in his chest, but it affected the internal injuries he had just suffered, and he couldn't help but cough a few times.
The people around him didn't dare to breathe, and they watched the scene quietly, and no one dared to leave.
Lin Fan frowned, not expecting that Dong Fanjian would suddenly kneel down to him and beg for mercy. Lin Fan was never a merciful person towards his enemies, but seeing Dong Fanjian like this, he still couldn't help but feel compassion.
Do you really want to kill Dong Wangu?
Lin Fan thought in his mind and made a plan in an instant.
Anyway, this old boy has only a few years left to live, so why should I kill him again? Why don't I just give him some punishment?
Thinking of this, Lin Fan flicked Dong Wangu's legs with his fingers.
With two puffs, Dong Wangu immediately fell to his knees on the ground, and suddenly Dong Wangu screamed.
Lin Fan directly disabled Dong Wangu's legs.
"Listen, starting from today, there will be no Dong Family Boxing Gym in the East China Sea. If you let me know that you still dare to operate in the East China Sea, don't blame me for being ruthless."
As he spoke, Lin Fan swung his palm towards a wall, and a big hole suddenly opened in the wall. Lin Fan ignored the stunned expressions of everyone, turned around and walked away in a stride.
Looking at Lin Fan's leaving figure, Dong Fanjian came to his senses and regretted that he should not have had the idea of an elite martial arts school in the first place. Now he not only harmed himself, but also harmed his father. Unfortunately, there must be no regret medicine in this world.
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In the afternoon, Lin Fan received a call from Wang Xiaoxiao, inviting him to have dinner at Zuixian Tower.
As soon as he entered the private room, Wang Xiaoxiao looked at Lin Fan apologetically and said, "There is something I want to say I'm sorry to you for."
"What's going on?" Lin Fan asked a little strangely.
"It's just...I took advantage of your identity." Wang Xiaoxiao said a little embarrassed.
Lin Fan was stunned when he heard this, "How do you say this?"
So Wang Xiaoxiao told him about Liu Sheng's conversation with him in the morning.
When Lin Fan heard this, he immediately smiled and said: "Hey, I didn't think it was a big deal. It's okay. It didn't cause me any trouble anyway, and it can also help you get rid of the current difficulties. This can be regarded as doing something good."
Good thing."
Yesterday, Lin Fan wanted to ask Wang Xiaoxiao how he planned to deal with the company's criticism.
But Lin Fan felt that the two of them were not familiar with each other, so he didn't have the nerve to ask. He didn't expect that this girl was so smart and solved her own troubles effortlessly, which was beyond Lin Fan's expectation.
Although Wang Xiaoxiao was suspected of taking advantage of herself by doing this, it did not cause any harm to herself. Moreover, she did not have to explain this matter to herself. Because of this, Lin Fan felt that this girl was good.
Seeing that Lin Fan was not angry, Wang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried before, fearing that Lin Fan would be angry and alienate him.
Although he had not thought about what would happen with Lin Fan, she did not want to end her relationship with Lin Fan because of this.
The two of them had a happy meal at Zuixianlou, and unconsciously the feeling of strangeness in their hearts was much lessened.
A few days later, on New Year's Day, Duan Yanqing and his party came to the East China Sea and paid homage to Duan Fei's parents. Before, Lin Fan planned to let them wait until his eldest brother Duan Ying's leg healed, but Duan
But the old man couldn't wait and insisted on coming to pay homage on New Year's Day.
There was no other way, Lin Fan could only agree to the old man's request.
In addition, my father-in-law and his family also came to worship together.
On the way, Lin Fan had already told his father-in-law and his family that he and the Duan family had met.
Father-in-law Xia Yunlong's expression did not change much. It seemed that the Duan family had already informed him in advance on the way back.
But sisters Xia Meng and Lin Xiaoxiao were more surprised. They had always thought that Lin Fan was just the son of a friend of Xia Yunlong, but they did not expect that the identity of Lin Fan's parents was not simple.
The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat silent, and several people stood in front of the tombstone with solemn expressions on their faces.
"Yan Ming, I didn't expect that our farewell more than 20 years ago would turn out to be an eternal farewell."
Mr. Duan couldn't help crying when he looked at the photo in front of the tombstone. It can be said that a man with white hair is giving a gift to a man with black hair.
"Dad, don't be sad. My second brother will definitely feel uneasy if he sees you like this." Uncle Duan Yanqing couldn't help but comfort him.
"I didn't even meet your second brother before he died. Why don't you make me sad?" Mr. Duan said sadly.
Duan Yanqing suddenly didn't know what to say and could only sigh.
The third uncle Duan Yanzheng on the side advised: "Brother, just let dad vent."
After this period of time, Third Uncle Duan Yanzheng seemed to have recovered from Duan Jian's death, and his face was no longer as depressed as when he was in the capital.
After hearing what Duan Yanzheng said, Duan Yanqing stopped caring and allowed the old man to vent his anger.
After leaving the cemetery, Lin Fan looked at his uncle Duan Yanqing and asked, "Uncle, how is the condition of my brother's legs now?"
Duan Yanqing smiled when he heard this and said, "Thanks to your black jade intermittent ointment, Ying'er's legs now have feeling. I believe she will be able to walk on the ground in a short time."
"That's good. With eldest brother here in the future, I believe the Duan family will prosper again." Lin Fan said with a smile.
Duan Yanqing nodded, feeling very happy.
Duan Yanqing and his party did not stay in the East China Sea for a long time. Three days later, they returned to the capital. Before leaving, they asked Lin Fan to take Xia Meng back to Duan's home.
Xia Meng was particularly happy about this, because it represented the Duan family's recognition of her, which made her even more excited than if she had made a big business deal.