CHAPTER 1080: CHAPTER 1080: IS THERE ANY NEED TO BE POLITE WITH THEM? (SECOND UPDATE)

Zhang Fan’s voice wasn’t loud, but over here, He Shanyuan’s side was basically in a pin-drop silence.

So, even from far away, people here could hear him loud and clear.

Tea?

What the hell, are you blind!

From Doug’s setup, does it look like he’s here to invite you for tea?

Didn’t you see his face almost twisted out of shape?

Didn’t you see the killing intent in his eyes?

The burly guys beside him, aren’t they all exuding a killing aura?

And you say tea?

I’m not buying your nonsense!

Alright then, forget Doug, we guys with our table bricks, you bring a cup of tea over and see if we let you drink it!

The guys clutching table legs were fuming mad.

Damn, can’t you just not show off?

If you’re so brave, bring your head here, I’ll give you a red buff!

He Shanyuan over here was completely losing it.

To be honest, he knew Zhang Fan could stir up trouble, but he didn’t know he could stir it up this much.

Damn, can’t you be a bit more low-key?

Still boasting about your Qilin Arm, huh!

If a fight starts, let’s see if you can resist the urge to not run like the wind like yesterday afternoon!

However, He Shanyuan had no idea that at this moment, Zhang Fan was already itching for a fight.

Both of you, dare to call people to block me?

Watching Zhang Fan approach slowly, Doug clenched his fists.

"Later, break his four limbs first! Then his ribs, break them all!" Doug’s voice was chilling to the bone!

"By the way, go to the street and find someone to boil a pot of water, I’ll invite him for tea!"

That icy voice made the group of guys from the music academy instantly get a chill down their spine.

Is Doug this ruthless?

Tea?

Now they could imagine what Doug was about to do.

Doug must want to pour boiling water directly on Zhang Fan!

He Shanyuan pulled out his phone and quickly called Zhang Fan!

"Run quickly!"

He Shanyuan’s voice was very low, afraid that Doug would hear it.

"Oh!" Zhang Fan said, and directly hung up the phone.

Run what? Screw that!

Soon, Zhang Fan walked right up to Doug!

"Hello! Good morning! Classmates! Uncles!" Zhang Fan waved his hand, grinning with great happiness.

Seeing Zhang Fan like this, countless people rolled their eyes instantly.

Your sister, what is this about?

Do you think if you speak nicely, we won’t beat you up?

Even if we don’t, do you think Doug wouldn’t?

At the same time, countless people dropped their weapons and grinned.

With Doug here, they’ll just enjoy the show with snacks and seats in the front row!

"Zhang Fan, I’m going to kill you!"

The roar came from deep in Wenger’s throat.

Especially watching Zhang Fan holding Zhang Xiaoyuan’s hand, he wished he could chop Zhang Fan in half.

Scoundrel, scoundrel, and you still dare to smile.

"Dad, first smash his teeth. But don’t hurt the girl next to him; she’s the one I’ve told you about, the girl I like." Wenger said.

Dougson chuckled coldly, "Don’t worry!"

Meanwhile, Doug raised his hand: "First, smash all his teeth!"

"Yes!"

The group behind Doug responded in unison.

Then, two people stepped forward, shaking their heads, fists making cracking sounds.

"Kid, stand still, or, if I miss later and pop your eyeball, don’t blame me." One of them said coldly.

"Heh heh!"

Zhang Fan grinned, then turned slightly, speaking to Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Girl, step back a bit, I’m afraid I can’t hold back my Qilin Arm and accidentally hurt you."

"Oh!" Zhang Xiaoyuan nodded obediently.

Although she didn’t want Zhang Fan to fight, that was only towards the Royal Music Academy students.

As for the others who came to trouble Zhang Fan, she was naturally indifferent.

Hearing this, the crowd around rolled their eyes instantly.

Qilin Arm?

Accidental injury?

This group in front of them, looking like professional fighters, standing over six feet tall, all muscles, and you? Shorter by half a head, not an ounce of muscle on you, not the way to get yourself killed!

"Kid, you have guts!" one of them said coldly, then quickened his pace towards Zhang Fan.

"Uncle, don’t boast, I’m standing right here. If you can make me take a step back, I’ll admit defeat, OK?" Zhang Fan tilted his head, hands in his pockets, looking carefree, making Doug furious.

"Stop talking nonsense, take him down!" Doug shouted in anger.

At this moment, an urgent voice sounded: "Wait!"

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

Countless pairs of eyes turned to look at He Shanyuan!

"Uncle, don’t cause trouble, we aren’t against Huaxia people, only against Zhang Fan." one of them said.

"Eh, uncle, I remember you were with Zhang Fan yesterday, right? Are you the leader of the Huaxia team this time?" another said.

He Shanyuan squeezed through the crowd, approached Doug, and said, "Mr. Doug, it’s a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding, don’t take action!"

He Shanyuan smiled awkwardly, honestly, he really wanted to strangle Zhang Fan.

Damn it, you’re so arrogant on someone else’s turf, if you’re not beaten to death, it’s your fortune!

However, no matter what, he’s Zhang Fan’s teacher.

No teacher lets their student face danger alone!

So, he stood up!

The music festival is in three days, he doesn’t want Zhang Fan to have any accidents.

Besides, Zhang Fan is someone who could perform solo on stage!

This is a big deal for both Tsinghua and his company, so no matter what, he can’t let anything happen to Zhang Fan!

"Who are you?" Doug looked at He Shanyuan coldly, but the anger in his eyes was just growing!

He Shanyuan spoke softly, "I’m He Shanyuan, a professor at Tsinghua College, from Huaxia. I’m here with the students to attend the music festival, please be magnanimous. As for your son’s matter, I’m very sorry, but I’ll compensate you, just name your price!"

Almost instantly, Doug erupted: "Name a price? Haha, who do you think you are! Do I look like I need money?"

At the same time, pointing at He Shanyuan, he yelled: "Beat him up too!"

Hearing this, the crowd around instantly focused on Zhang Fan.

"Kid, it’s one thing for you to die, but dragging your teacher into this, what kind of bad luck did your teacher have in their past life to have a student like you?"

"Exactly, have the guts to handle your own mess."

Zhang Fan reached out, fiddling with his ear: "Aren’t you all annoying, jabbering on and on endlessly, right."

Then Zhang Fan looked at He Shanyuan: "He teacher, you, at your age, what are you doing messing around.

If you’re talking compensation, just give me that money!"

Hearing this, He Shanyuan was amused out of anger.

And Doug, jumping with rage, pointed at the two standing in front of Zhang Fan and shouted: "What are you guys waiting for, do it!"

"Ah!" Zhang Fan sighed, then softly said: "With this group of second-rate fighters, do you need to talk nicely? Just beat the crap out of them!"

As Zhang Fan finished saying this, he took a step forward, raised his hand, and swung it out!