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After nine years, Meng Fan was carrying a canvas bag. Walking on the street where he had lived since he was a child, this resolute looking man's face suddenly added a few traces of sadness.

They didn't walk too far before they heard the noise of people in front of them. A group of people had gathered in the empty space.

"Old thing, you're here everywhere, you're almost buried here, you should just go back and wait for death!" A rough looking man fiercely stared at an old man in the crowd and cursed.

"You …" The old man's health was not good to begin with. Under the assault of his anger, he actually fainted. Fortunately, the little girl by his side held him, preventing him from falling down.

The old man's state immediately caused the surrounding crowd to be displeased.

"This is bullying!"

The young men were so excited that they couldn't help but pick up their sticks and charge forward.

Before Meng Fan could even react, the crowd erupted into chaos. The two sides were in a state of chaos, and Meng Fan naturally could not sit idly by while facing this. He immediately prepared to go and help.

However, before Meng Fan could even arrive, he saw a middle-aged man standing in front of the old man. The young girl beside the old man was protecting the old man who had fainted.

This person was none other than Meng Fan's father!

When he saw his father again, Meng Fan's mind went blank. When he left home a few years ago, he remembered that his father was still young. His white hair was no longer mottled and there were a few more wrinkles on his face.

"Bam!"

Meng Fan looked at his father. Before he could say anything, he saw a wooden stick as thick as an arm slam onto his father's head. His father fell straight onto the old man's body. Dark red blood dripped from his head. Obviously, his injuries were not light.

"Bastard!" Meng Fan's eyes turned red. This was the first time he had seen his father in nine years. He never thought that this would happen before he even had the chance to meet his father.

Furious, Meng Fan dashed into the crowd. He grabbed onto the hair of the person who had previously hit his father with a stick, and viciously smashed his fist into that person's face.

Meng Fan's movement was extremely fast, and was not something that the man could possibly fight back against. Meng Fan's fist strike was so powerful that it actually sent the man flying roughly two meters.

However, the chaos did not stop because of Meng Fan's interference. Occasionally, there would be people injured and fall to the ground. As for Meng Fan, he was standing beside his father and the old man to protect them.

"Xiaofan?"

Amidst the chaos, a gray-haired woman looked at Meng Fan with moist eyes and said, "This is Meng Fan."

Although the surroundings were in chaos, it was not difficult for Meng Fan to tell who was calling him. Little Fan was a name only his parents would call him.

"Mom!" I'm back, and I won't let you suffer any more. " Tears glittered in the corners of Meng Fan's eyes. Nine years had passed since he had first met his mother. For a wanderer like him, this was exactly what he had been yearning for, and also why he had returned.

However, now was not the time to reminisce about the past. In the face of these villains, Meng Fan had to protect his parents. That was what he had always wanted to do.

"F * ck!" "Hua Zi is injured. Brothers, beat him up for me." Only now did those thugs react. Some of his companions were injured, and someone shouted out. Very soon, a few of them surrounded Meng Fan.

Meng Fan was still fuming, but when he saw the people surrounding him, he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear. Instead, he took the initiative to clash head on with a punch to the person closest to him.

In the eyes of Meng Fan's parents, he was nothing more than a little boy who loved to cause trouble. Only Meng Fan knew what he had experienced in the past nine years.

The few thugs in front of him weren't enough to warm him up. In just a few minutes, besides Meng Fan, all of the thugs around him were lying on the ground, clutching their wounds as they wailed.

Everything that had happened here had also attracted the attention of the surrounding people. In the blink of an eye, the crowd suddenly grew quiet. They all looked at Meng Fan as if they had seen a ghost.

The surrounding people were all ordinary people. How could they have ever seen a person like Meng Fan? He was able to beat down several fiendish looking fighters with his bare hands.

"Young man, don't be so nosy. Some people are not people you can afford to offend. " The surrounding thugs looked at Meng Fan with fear. The middle-aged man from earlier looked at Meng Fan as he coldly spoke. From the meaning behind his words, he thought that Meng Fan was just a passerby.

"I should be the one giving you these words." Meng Fan paid no heed to the middle-aged man's warning at all. He simply stared at him with no intention of backing down.

"Are you sincerely against me?" The middle-aged man's expression was unfriendly as he glared at Meng Fan.

Meng Fan turned his head to glance at his injured father. Based on his experience, it wasn't hard to tell that his father had just fainted. Although he had bled a lot, it wasn't to a fatal extent.

Moreover, he already knew that someone was calling the police, so he wasn't worried about anything happening. Instead, it was that old man who was in a bad situation.

As he thought about this, Meng Fan reached out and picked up a wooden stick from the ground. He coldly looked at him and did not say anything. Because of this, he gave off a chilling feeling, as if the fight would continue if there was any disagreement.

Meng Fan's actions, to the surrounding crowd, were undoubtedly a boost to their hearts. A few youngsters had already walked up to Meng Fan's side, looking as if they were vowing to fight to the death with Meng Fan.