Chapter 656

Bang!

When he saw his opponent making a move, Fane quickly threw his fist forward. It suddenly collided

against the other man's fist.

For a moment, there was only silence that followed a dull thud. Then, that big man flew backward as

well, just like his comrade.

He flew quite a few steps back, his feet drawing beneath him a long, thin line on the ground before

finally coming to a forceful halt.

"Mmph!"

The big man gurgled and spat, fresh blood dribbling out of the corner of his mouth.

"Amazing!"

Two big men walked over. They clapped their fists into their palms simultaneously after looking at Fane,

bowing slightly.

Then, they parted to the side.

"Clap, clap!"

At this moment, Hector also stood up, clapping his hands while walking forward with the people

gathered behind him." Hah. You're pretty good. I never expected that the son-in-law from the Taylor

family would be so frighteningly powerful!"

"Hah. Master Zaborowski. I heard that your first name is Hector, right?"

Fane laughed and said, "It seems like you had planned to cower me into submission first, eh?"

The corners of Hector’s mouth twitched slightly. He stopped a few meters away from Fane. "I was

merely being courteous. What do you mean I was trying to cower you into submission? My

subordinates have long heard of your fighting prowess, s o they wished to test their strength against

yours. Now, all of you are comrades forged through the way of the fist!"

"Haha!"

Fane laughed aloud again. “What a way to make friends. Thank goodness I'm strong enough. I

would've probably been beaten to death if I were a terrible fighter. I have to pay compliments to your

way of thinking, though-testing me first to judge the situation. Not bad!"

When they heard this, Hector and the elder beside him exchanged a glance. Both of their expressions

had soured. This brat was far cleverer than their expectations, seeing right through their scheme in

such a short time.

"No way. You've misunderstood us, kiddo. Our subordinates really just wanted to spar with you!" the old

man stood up and told Fane, smiling.

"Really? But they both told me that according to the rules here, I don't have the right to talk to their

master unless I defeated them."

Fane sneered inwardly, casting a glance toward the two men from earlier.

"Ahem. We just wanted to spar with you, dear sir. We only said that because we were worried you'd

refuse us!" they quickly reacted and explained, chuckling. The two men were not idiots.

"All right. Speak, Mr. Fane. What business d o you have with us here today?"

Hector maintained his smile as he looked a t Fane, giving off the aura of someone engulfed in a fresh

spring breeze.

Fane smiled. It seemed that Hector was a wolf clothed in sheepskin. Although he had a serene, kindly

expression now, he must have stained his hands aplenty behind the scenes.

He spoke immediately, "Of course, I came here for business so I won't dilly-dally any longer. You all

probably know this as well— that I was the one who beat up the person who pretended to be blind

yesterday. They secretly took pictures of a lot of ladies! I want to settle this matter today!"