Chapter 555 - Drunk Berserk Lin Fan (2/2)

Lin Fan turned to the driver who was standing at one side. “Come, hold on to the phone and point it towards these brats.”

The driver knew that President Wang and Master Lin were both drunk, and they probably didn’t know that they slapped harder when they were drunk. From their actions, anyone could tell that they were drunk.

The five youngsters said their names clearly and honestly.

Lin Fan pointed at all of them, as he started to lecture them vehemently and passionately. However, Wang Ming Yang couldn’t take it anymore.

“What is the point of lecturing them? Dammit, just beat them senseless already,” Wang Ming Yang said.

The driver who was filming the youngsters couldn’t help but gulp in worry. He had followed Wang Ming Yang for many years since he had started out. He knew that President Wang had always been a violent person and would always use physical force. After he had become a little richer and more well-known, he controlled himself and stayed low-profile, not daring to hit anyone. He never thought that the old Wang Ming Yang would resurface when he was drunk.”

In the live broadcast room.

“Damn, this guy is really aggressive. Although it feels good to see those brats get whacked, why do I have the feeling that it is bordering cruelty?”

“Haha, that’s the whole point of it. If it isn’t aggressive enough, they wouldn’t learn their lesson.”

“That’s for sure.”

“These guys give military enthusiasts a bad name. They deserve every single blow.”

…

Lin Fan reached out and stopped Wang Ming Yang. “Ming Yang, don’t hit them anymore. This isn’t good.”

Wang Ming Yang pointed at the youngsters, berating them. Thereafter, he obeyed Lin Fan and stopped slapping them. However, his current state wasn’t stable, as if he could burst out in another bout of violence again.

One of the youngsters couldn’t take it anymore, his eyes bloodshot with rage. “I want to make a police report, you guys are just abusing us.”

“Slap!”

Lin Fan shot out and slapped his face. “Call the police? You guys want to call the police? Stop bullshitting with me and be a little more well-behaved, otherwise, I might really beat you guys up.”

Wang Ming Yang looked at Lin Fan, frowning. “I thought you said no hitting people?”

“Really? I forgot. Okay, I won’t hit them now.” Lin Fan glared at the youngsters, pointing behind him. “Do you know what this place is?”

The youngsters remained silent, not wanting to say anything.

They were at loss on what to do. They had just been slapped multiple times and they had been roughed up quite badly.

Lin Fan pointed at one of the youngster’s head, saying in a serious tone, “I asked a damn question! Do you know where this place is? Are you deaf?”

The person was frightened. “I know, I know. This place is Fourth Avenue Depot.”

“What seven day challenge? You guys are absolutely unpatriotic. Sing the national anthem for me,” Lin Fan commanded, slapping them again.

“What?” the five youngsters looked up at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan raised his voice, “Do you not understand what I’m saying? I said, sing the national anthem. If you don’t sing it, I’ll make sure I’ll beat you guys up so hard.”

“Brother, don’t hit anymore. You really packed a punch back there, and their faces are already bleeding. I thought you said you won’t hit them anymore?” Wang Ming Yang asked Lin Fan.

“Haha, looks like I forgot again. I won’t hit them next time.”

Wang Ming Yang was speechless.

In the live broadcast room.

The audience was dumbfounded. They were convinced by Master Lin.

“These guys are really unlucky to have met Master Lin, but how come something doesn’t seem right with Master Lin?”

“Master Lin obviously had been drinking before this. Didn’t you see his red eyes just now? He was stumbling while walking just now.”

“Damn, could it be that we are watching Drunken Fist Fan? The ruthless Master Lin?”

“Looks like it. Master Lin was really ruthless when he beat those youngsters up. He caused them to bleed after just one hit.”

“All these guys are really unlucky. Out of all the people that passed by tonight, it wasn’t just Master Lin, but a drunk one for that matter. Have you seen the news about Master Lin beating up Han Lu before?”

“I’ve seen that before. Master Lin is the president of the Martial Arts Association. He definitely hits harder than all of us. It’s a miracle that these brats are still alive.”

“What a tragedy! I’m not going to sleep tonight. I want to see how Master Lin deals with these guys.”

“Right, it’s already two o’clock in the morning now, and I have something on at nine in the morning tomorrow. I really apologize if there are any Japanese left-wing representatives here who are watching. If they saw Fourth Avenue vandalized, do you think something big would happen?”

“Damn, I really think something big might happen.”

“Dammit, this is such an embarrassment to us.”