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However, Lin Fan seemed completely indifferent to Donghu's anger, his voice echoing in the bar. His words were sharp and direct, like a dagger pointing straight at Donghu's heart. A hint of a mocking smile played on his face, as if in such a tense situation, he could still maintain an unwavering calm.
Lin Fan continued, "Originally, only your brother was supposed to die, but fate let him live. Why go to such lengths for this? Not to mention, your actions have already caused a rift, leading to this terrible situation." His words were full of provocation and sarcasm, as if deliberately stoking Donghu's inner anger.
Donghu's face became even darker, with a flicker of raging fire in his eyes. He tightly gripped Lin Fan's neck, seemingly trying to restrain his anger, but unable to completely suppress his excitement. Every word from Lin Fan felt like a heavy bomb dropped into his heart, almost causing his rationality and composure to collapse.
This confrontation made the atmosphere in the entire bar even more tense. Chen Yi stood on the side, filled with worry and anxiety in his eyes. He didn't know what would happen next, but he knew that once the situation got out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable. Meanwhile, Lin Wanqing quietly observed everything, her eyes carrying a hint of calm observation and judgment, as if calculating every possible outcome.
Donghu's face was twisted with anger, his eyes flashing with furious flames, accompanied by intense hostility and hatred. His voice was deep and threatening: "If it weren't for your remaining usefulness, old man, I would have killed you long ago! Do you understand? So shut up now, can you?" His words were like a sharp blade, carrying an unquestionable command.
Donghu gritted his teeth and glared at Lin Fan, every word seeming to struggle to suppress the inner rage and unease. His eyes revealed an almost uncontrollable fury, as if telling Lin Fan that his patience had reached its limit.
Lin Fan seems completely unconcerned about the threat from Donghu, maintaining a faint, indifferent smile on his face as if Donghu's anger and threats are meaningless to him. His eyes reveal a deep wisdom and calmness, as if he has seen through Donghu's true nature and knows that Donghu won't easily harm him in this situation.
Lin Fan's voice remains relaxed and composed, as if he can maintain a sense of ease and comfort in this tense standoff. He casually says to Donghu, "Alright, Donghu, there's no need to keep holding onto my neck. I can't leave, and neither can you, right? Besides, how can you be sure you really have the ability to kill me?" His words carry a playful, mocking tone, seemingly challenging Donghu's limits.
Donghu's face turned even darker, suppressing his inner anger and unease, gritting his teeth as he replied, "Old man, after I come back, you, that slut, and that idiot, the three of you are all dead!" His voice was filled with murderous intent and determination, as if declaring his revenge plan.
Upon hearing Donghu's words, Lin Fan simply smiled lightly, as if he didn't care about Donghu's threat at all. "How do you think you still have a chance to leave?" Lin Fan's words were full of profound meaning, as if he had already anticipated Donghu's reaction and hinted at his control over the upcoming situation.
Lin Fan faced the threats and roars of Donghu with calm and composure. His eyes occasionally flashed with sharpness, carefully observing Donghu's every move. Despite Donghu's shouting, Lin Fan could read the fear and uncertainty in his trembling arms and unsteady breath.
"Shut up, you old trash!" Donghu roared, but the unease in his eyes was not lost on Lin Fan. He noticed that Donghu's pupils would slightly dilate when tense, and his fingers would tremble involuntarily, revealing that his inner strength was not as unbreakable as his outward appearance.
Lin Fan's mouth lifted a nearly imperceptible smile. He knew deeply that in this kind of psychological confrontation, the most effective weapon was not aggressive attack, but calm analysis and precise psychological judgment. He said softly, " Donghu, your anger is just a smokescreen to cover your fear. I understand better than you what is in your heart."
Donghu's face became even more contorted under Lin Fan's words, his eyes no longer just filled with anger, but also mixed with disbelief and panic. Lin Fan's words pierced into the most vulnerable part of his heart like a knife, making his panic even more apparent. Lin Fan continued to speak leisurely, "Your current actions are just a result of your inner unease and fear. Your arrogance and roaring are just an attempt to cover up your weakness."
This psychological battle is a challenge that Donghu has never experienced before. More panic begins to show in his eyes, his grip on Lin Fan becomes less steady, and he even starts to hesitate. Lin Fan's unfathomable demeanor and sharp insight have turned the tables on Donghu, who was originally in a position of advantage, and now he is beginning to feel psychologically passive.
As Donghu walks Lin Fan to the door, his mood appears unusually complex. Lin Fan's psychological tactics are undoubtedly precise and sharp, directly striking at the most vulnerable part of Donghu's heart. A former notorious gang leader in the underworld, now being brought down by a few words from an elderly person, this is a huge blow to him.
Walking at the doorway, Donghu's steps seemed somewhat heavy. His eyes flickered with anger at times, and at other times, they revealed helplessness and melancholy. His hand still firmly gripped Lin Fan's neck, but the sense of control clearly no longer felt as firm as before.
Donghu's heart was filled with various emotions: anger, disappointment, self-blame, panic... He was unwilling to admit that his arrogance and conceit were actually just a thin shell covering his inner fear. Provoked by Lin Fan, this shell was gradually peeled away, revealing the real him - a man trapped and at a loss.
Donghu's eyes were filled with confusion. At this critical moment, he seemed to begin reflecting on his past and contemplating his future. His mouth twitched involuntarily, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. At this moment, Donghu was no longer the influential figure in the underworld, but rather an ordinary person deeply conflicted by the harsh realities of life.
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