Starting as a War God: Global Goddesses Blocking my Door

"Master Zhang died?"

Upon hearing the shrill screams downstairs, all the customers upstairs were terrified.

Just now, they had not seen how Ye Fan made his move when suddenly Zhang Sanfeng's body flew out, and then the news of Zhang Sanfeng's death came from downstairs.

"He's dead, Zhang Sanfeng, Master Zhang is really dead!"

Someone moved to the windowsill; looking down, they saw Zhang Sanfeng lying on the ground, lifeless, his bright red blood already soaking the ground.

A Martial Arts Grandmaster, his life thus came to an end.

Han Teng said in disbelief, "You...you actually killed Master Zhang?"

"Insignificant creatures like ants, when they die, they die!" Ye Fan's expression was indifferent.

It seemed as if killing a Martial Arts Grandmaster was no different to him than killing a chicken.

"Ants? You actually called Master Zhang an ant?"

Han Teng's face was filled with shock. He opened his mouth to retort but found that, in the face of Ye Fan's absolute power, he could not even find a reason to argue.

Zhuang Jingwen's face showed surprise, "My God, Ye Fan, you have actually killed a Martial Arts Grandmaster, how terrifying is your martial skill?"

"So-so, should be enough to protect myself!" Ye Fan chuckled.

Staring at the innocent-looking Ye Fan, all Zhuang Jingwen wanted to say was that she was convinced of his wickedness.

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She knew that a Martial Arts Grandmaster could defend a territory and be admired by thousands. Ye Fan could instantly kill a Grandmaster, how could his combat strength be just so-so?

Before, Zhuang Jingwen thought that Ye Fan was just a young Martial Arts Grandmaster. Now, it seemed she had greatly underestimated him; it was quite possible that Ye Fan's combat strength had already surpassed that of a Grandmaster.

At the thought, Zhuang Jingwen's heart surged with shock and awe.

Ye Fan was so young, yet his strength might already surpass a Martial Arts Grandmaster; spreading this news would be astonishing.

Having dealt with Zhang Sanfeng, Ye Fan's gaze sharply locked onto Han Teng, "Tell me, is there anyone left who dares to protect you?"

Swoosh! Swoosh!

A violent and evil aura surged out from within Ye Fan; many of the customers on the scene hurriedly backed away, afraid of becoming collateral damage caught in Ye Fan's next move.

"Gulp! Gulp!"

Locked by Ye Fan's eyes, Han Teng swallowed hard, knowing he was finished. If a Martial Arts Grandmaster like Zhang Sanfeng couldn't stand against Ye Fan, there was no likelihood of someone saving him today.

But he was not willing to go quietly. Breathing heavily, Han Teng said, "Young man, people die for wealth, just as birds die for food. What benefits did Zhuang Jingwen promise you to make you act? Look, as long as you let me go, I can give you ten billion. If ten billion isn't enough, once my company goes public, I'll give you half my fortune!"

"Give me half your fortune? Not enough! Far from enough!" Ye Fan laughed lightly.

"Not enough?"

Han Teng's face stiffened.

You see, his company's current market valuation exceeded ten billion, and if it successfully went public, that valuation was expected to double. By then, Ye Fan could indeed claim tens of billions in assets. Han Teng could not believe that Ye Fan's appetite was so voracious that even half of the assets were not enough to satisfy him.

Under the urge of survival, Han Teng gritted his teeth and said, "Young man, as long as you spare me, I will give you all the assets of my company. How about that? You should be satisfied now, right?"

"Sorry, I'm not interested in money," Ye Fan shook his head.

What! Not interested in money?

Upon hearing this, Han Teng flew into a rage, "You jerk, are you toying with me?"

"So what if I'm toying with you?"

Ye Fan took a step as swift as an arrow to reach Han Teng. With a vicious swing of his hand, he slapped Han Teng across the face. Han Teng couldn't possibly withstand Ye Fan's immense strength. With a howl, he fainted on the spot.

"Ten years, a full ten years, Han Teng, I've finally caught you!" Zhuang Jingwen stepped forward, her face full of hatred.

Ye Fan slowly said, "Sister Jingwen, we can't lay hands on Han Teng for now!"

"I understand. If Han Teng were to die just like that, all our previous efforts would have been in vain!" Zhuang Jingwen inhaled a cold breath, forcibly controlling her emotions.

"Right!"

Ye Fan nodded. Then he continued, "Sister Jingwen, don't be anxious. After tonight, I will clear your name!"

After taking down Han Teng, Ye Fan didn't hesitate to contact Xiang Tianba.

"Master Ye!"

Upon receiving Ye Fan's call, Xiang Tianba greeted him with utmost respect.

Ye Fan asked, "I asked you to summon those people from the Gray Zone, how's it going?"

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"Master Ye, the message hasn't been sent out yet!" Xiang Tianba hurriedly responded.

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan frowned and asked, "Why haven't the messages been sent?"

"Master Ye, here's the thing. I've taken a count, and there are roughly one hundred and three leaders who survived from back then. These one hundred and three now each have their own gangs. If we summon them, and even if we assume that each gang brings a hundred people, that could gather tens of thousands!"

"Once a conflict arises, Master Ye, I'm afraid you'd be hard-pressed to fight against such numbers!" Xiang Tianba emphasized.

It wasn't that he didn't want to send out the message, but gathering these people could lead to a riot, the results of which were too terrible to imagine.

Ye Fan said, surprised, "Tens of thousands? That many?"

He hadn't thought that far ahead; he simply wanted to vindicate Zhuang Jingwen. He didn't expect that a group of leaders from the Gray Zone could rally tens of thousands of people.

Xiang Tianba was right. If an ordinary Martial Arts Grandmaster were to be mobbed by tens of thousands, they would most likely meet their end on the spot.

"Yes, Master Ye, I could at most muster three thousand elites, and our strength is still greatly outmatched by these people! Shall I send out the message now?" Xiang Tianba asked.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Fan commanded, "Send the message, summon the heroes, and tell them whoever dares not to come tonight shall die! Leave the rest to me; you needn't worry!"

"Yes, Master Ye!" Upon hearing this, Xiang Tianba cast aside all his concerns.

After talking to Ye Fan, Xiang Tianba immediately sent out the message, calling upon the heroes of the Gray Zone and issuing a stern warning that those who failed to show up would face the consequences.

Once the message was released, over a hundred leaders in the Gray Zone were thrown into an uproar; they had not expected Xiang Tianba to be so audacious.

"The audacity! Xiang Tianba, are you sick of living? How dare you challenge us? Believe it or not, if we band together, we could easily destroy you!"

"Exactly, Xiang Tianba. Even though you're the East Suburb Big Brother, don't think we are afraid of you. Once we unite, taking you down would be a breeze!"

"Don't be too arrogant. We old brothers are not faring badly these days. You're the Big Brother of East Suburb, not of the entire eastern district. If you anger us, we'll make sure you regret it!"

The leaders of the Gray Zone all had high pride and arrogance and dismissed Xiang Tianba's summons with disdain.

"These ignorant fools!"

Upon receiving the message, Xiang Tianba's face turned dark; he had anticipated this reaction all along.

In response, Xiang Tianba had already prepared his reply. He sent back, "It's not me summoning you, but Master Ye, Ye Fan. Tonight at eight o'clock, you must all arrive. If you anger Master Ye, be careful that he might uproot you completely!"