Chapter 1317 That’s Because I Didn’t Come

Henry stood to the side, sneering, eagerly anticipating this Chinese man being severely taught a lesson, and then having Lu Banxia come to beg him.

But the outcome disappointed everyone. As the fist drew closer, Ye Bufan extended a hand and, with a relaxed expression, grabbed the Bald man's wrist.

His hand was slender and long, and compared to the Black man's skin, it looked fair and delicate, as if it held no strength at all.

Yet, it was this very hand, this single grip, that instantly stopped the massive fist, preventing it from advancing even an inch further.

The Black man was startled, not expecting this result. He then exerted all his might, but that hand was unmovable like a mountain.

"Get lost!"

Ye Bufan gently flicked his wrist, and with a crisp crack, the Black man's arm dislocated from his shoulder.

Immediately after, he kicked him in the abdomen, sending the Bald man, who was like a small giant, flying through the air for seven or eight meters before crashing into a pillar behind him.

At this, everyone present was stunned. No one had expected this seemingly frail Young man to possess such formidable combat power.

"Oh my God, is this the legendary Chinese Kung Fu?"

"What an amazing Little handsome guy! I want to become his disciple! I want to learn Chinese Kung Fu!"

After a brief silence, people instantly became incredibly excited.

Barkley's expression changed, and he shouted at the remaining bodyguards, "What are you still looking at? Go, all of you!"

The other three big men snapped out of it and lunged at Ye Bufan, baring their fangs and claws.

These men were not only burly but also rigorously trained; some were even kings of the underground boxing scene.

It was just a pity that they were not facing ordinary people, but a Saint-Grade martial artist. Their strength was not much different from that of children.

In just a single breath, all three big men were sent flying, their joints dislocated, completely losing their combat ability, lying on the ground wailing incessantly.

"This…"

Barkley and Henry both looked astonished; neither had expected such an outcome.

Lan Bingyu let out a long sigh of relief, and at the same time, her gaze towards Ye Bufan was filled with a strange expression. She had no idea back then that this classmate possessed such good fighting skills.

Ye Bufan clapped his hands and looked at Barkley, "Do you have any more bodyguards? If so, call them out quickly. If not, apologize."

"Make me apologize? You're dreaming!"

Although several

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bodyguards were all dealt with, Barkley's arrogance remained undiminished.

"Kid, do you know where this is? This is No. 1 Club, a property of the Brown Family. I am a distinguished guest here. You, a Chinese man, are not qualified to make me apologize."

At his words, everyone else realized this point: this was No. 1 Club, backed by the Brown Family, one of the four great Families.

Normally, the Brown Family would not allow anyone to cause trouble here, otherwise, they would face severe punishment.

Just then, a hurried sound of footsteps approached. Leading the way was a white-haired old man in a suit, followed by dozens of burly security guards.

"It's Mr. John, there's going to be trouble now."

The person who arrived was John, the manager of No. 1 Club. Everyone quickly moved aside, making way for him.

John looked at the four Black men lying on the ground, then scanned the room, and said with a stern expression, "Who can tell me what exactly happened here? Who is causing trouble in our No. 1 Club?"

Barkley stepped forward and said, "Mr. John, it's that Chinese man. He hit my bodyguards. You must make him pay the price he deserves."

John turned his head and looked at Ye Bufan, "Is that true, sir?"

"He was impolite, he didn't respect us Chinese people, and he was the one who ordered his subordinates to attack first…"

Lu Banxia indignantly recounted the entire incident, finally saying, "It was clearly his own carelessness while walking; he bumped into the waiter, insulted him, and even hit him. Such a person has no manners at all. He is the one who should apologize.

Mr. John, I think you should step forward and uphold justice. Such a person should be directly expelled from the club."

"No, no, you're wrong." A cunning smile appeared on John's wrinkled face. "She is our club's waiter, and she has the responsibility and obligation to avoid colliding with guests. This is what she should do.

Since she failed to do so, she should receive the punishment she deserves. I do not believe the esteemed Mr. Barkley did anything wrong. On the contrary, you people hit his bodyguards, which is clearly very inappropriate."

Ye Bufan understood. This old man was clearly protecting Barkley, whether due to racial reasons or fear of the Field Family, the facts were laid bare.

He smiled faintly, "Mr. John, is it? In our China, there's a saying for your behavior: 'taking sides,' it's clearly unreasonable."

"It's not unreasonable; it's that I'm speaking of our club's rules," John said.

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According to the regulations of our No. 1 Club, anyone who causes trouble here will be expelled.

But before that, you should apologize to Mr. Barkley, earn his forgiveness, and make compensation.

Also, that waiter must be handed over to Mr. Barkley, for him to deal with as he pleases."

"Did you hear that, kid? Hurry up and kneel to apologize to me. I am the distinguished Young Master Barkley, not someone you lowly Chinese people can provoke."

With John's support, Barkley immediately regained his confidence and started shouting arrogantly again.

Henry, on the other hand, was gloating, which was an outcome he was very happy to see.

Lan Bingyu's face turned ashen. Although she hadn't worked here for long, she was very aware of how terrifying No. 1 Club was.

Ye Bufan ignored the reactions of others and looked at John with a playful expression, "What if I say no?"

John's face darkened, "Young man, you need to understand, this is No. 1 Club. No one can say no here."

"Is that so? That's because I haven't been here before. Now that I'm here, this rule will be broken."

Ye Bufan's expression changed, and he said proudly, "No matter who it is, they cannot disrespect us Chinese people!"

He raised his hand and pointed at Barkley, "I don't care who you are, today you must bow your head and apologize!"

Upon encountering his cold gaze, Barkley's heart trembled, and he involuntarily took two steps back, then looked at John and said, "Mr. John, you've seen how arrogant this Chinese man is. He must be made to pay the price."

"In our No. 1 Club, no one can disobey the rules here."

John waved his hand at the security guards behind him, "Take this madman down for me."

Seeing that he had finally given the order, Barkley and Henry both looked triumphant. In their eyes, this Chinese man was utterly finished.

The security guards, receiving the order, swarmed forward, surrounding Ye Bufan and the other two.

The head security guard was tall and burly. This guy threw a punch at Ye Bufan's face.

As security guards of No. 1 Club, their attacks were always ruthless and without regard for consequences, because any severe consequences would be borne by the Brown Family for them.

But this time was different from before. As soon as he attacked, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and then he flew backward, knocking over four or five security guards behind him.

Barkley shouted, "This kid knows Chinese Kung Fu! Don't fight him alone, everyone attack together!"