Starting as a War God: Global Goddesses Blocking my Door

Han Teng had never dreamed that in less than ten minutes, his strongest Four Heavenly Kings had all been overturned by Ye Fan.

Still in disbelief, Han Teng said, "My Four Heavenly Kings can fight a Martial Arts Grandmaster together. How could you, so young, possibly defeat them all?"

"Don't believe it? Just wait until you go out and see for yourself!" Ye Fan grinned.

At that moment, in front of the Heaven on Earth Health Club's main entrance, the Four Heavenly Kings were all kneeling on the ground, their arms and knees broken, whimpering helplessly and pale.

Just now, Ye Fan had swept through them like a nightmare, shattering their limbs with irresistible force.

Zhuang Jingwen locked eyes with Han Teng and shouted, "You're heartless and brutal, having done all manner of evil deeds. Today, I've come to settle the score with you!"

"Settle the score with me? Jingwen, are you mistaken? I did not betray your father!" Han Teng intended to deny everything until his dying breath.

Pff, Ye Fan scoffed, "Cut the act. Before we came here, we personally sought out the retired old bureau chief Deng Gang. Deng Gang himself told us that it was you who had your wife get the SIM card, then had it destroyed after sending off the text message. Skynet is vast and misses nothing, Han Teng, today you are destined to not escape your fate!"

"What? It was Deng Gang who told you?" Upon hearing this, Han Teng's face changed.

If anyone else had pointed the finger at him, he would have refused to admit it to his dying breath, but a personal accusation from Deng Gang was a different matter entirely.

Ye Fan was right. Ten years ago, the boss Zhuang Yan had intended to wash his hands of the underworld and divide up the gang's assets. This gave Han Teng a cunning idea.

He had his wife get a brand-new SIM card, then used this card to report Zhuang Yan and the others. After the deed was done, Zhuang Yan and others were dead, which meant the entire gang's property fell into his hands alone. Experience tales at empire

To Han Teng's surprise, the plan was very successful. Zhuang Yan died, and a whole batch of the gang's leaders were either dead or severely injured, leaving him with a vast fortune.

To avoid danger, he had also attended the meeting that year and even distributed money to the surviving leaders afterward. He thought he could rest easy, but in the end, he was still exposed.

With a mocking tone, Ye Fan said, "So, Han Teng, stop pretending. Just give in!"

"Want me to give in? Dream on!"

Han Teng, after all, was a legend in his own right, and he was not about to give up without a fight.

He turned to grab his clothes, pulling out a sharp military knife from his pocket, pointing it at Ye Fan and Zhuang Jingwen.

"I'm warning you, don't act rashly. Otherwise, I don't mind us both getting hurt," Han Teng said with a vicious look.

"Both get hurt? Do you think you're my match?" jeered Ye Fan.

Han Teng's face turned ugly; Ye Fan alone had defeated his Four Heavenly Kings, and with his own skills, he would surely be toyed with by Ye Fan.

"We'll find out if we try!"

Rather than being captured without a fight, Han Teng clenched his jaw, gripped his military knife, and charged at Ye Fan.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating your own strength!" Ye Fan said with a cold smile.

"Hmph!"

Han Teng's face was sinister, and as he closed in on Ye Fan, he suddenly twisted his body and thrust his military knife at Zhuang Jingwen.

Zhuang Jingwen's face turned white; she never expected that Han Teng's target was her. With injuries on her body, she was completely unable to dodge.

"Seeking death!"

Seeing Han Teng reaching to strike Zhuang Jingwen, Ye Fan roared angrily as he kicked out fiercely.

Han Teng was fast, but Ye Fan was faster.

Just as the military knife was about to pierce Zhuang Jingwen, Ye Fan's kick landed heavily on Han Teng first.

With a loud bang, Han Teng's body lost control and crashed heavily into the wall.

Splash!

Ye Fan didn't hold back, and Han Teng immediately spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Master Han!"

At this moment, Manager Huang Peng was leading a blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreign beauty over when he saw Han Teng spewing blood, which gave him a huge fright.

Kicking Han Teng away with a foot, Ye Fan sneered, "Han Teng, is this all you've got?"

"Bastard!" Han Teng cursed with gritted teeth.

He decisively looked towards the stunned Manager Huang, "Manager Huang, what are you hesitating for? Call for help, call for help now!"

"Ah? Call for help, right, right, call for help!"

Having snapped back to reality, Huang Peng shouted at the top of his voice: "Quick, someone come over, there's trouble inside!"

"What? Trouble?"

Upon hearing Huang Peng's shouting, a large number of bouncers from the Heaven on Earth Health Club rushed out instantly.

"What's the matter? Are the cops here?"

Many customers who were in the middle of their 'special massages' jolted at the commotion and hurriedly pulled up their pants.

If they got caught while out playing, they would definitely be detained, and if their wives found out back home, they were doomed for sure.

In an instant, numerous patrons inside the private rooms opened their doors and came out, wanting to see what was going on.

"Eh! Isn't that President Han Teng?"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a look of surprise approached Han Teng.

Seeing the middle-aged man, Han Teng was overjoyed: "Master Zhang, this is great, I didn't expect to run into you here, Master Zhang. My life is saved now!"

The middle-aged man was named Zhang Sanfeng, the leader of the Central Plains Tai Chi Sect. Often deranged due to cultivation mishaps, he was also known as Zhang Sanfeng, but Zhang Sanfeng truly possessed an extraordinary talent for martial arts. Today, at the age of forty-eight, he had successfully entered the ranks of Martial Arts Grandmasters, becoming a bona fide Martial Arts Master.

"What? President Han, is someone trying to kill you?" Zhang Sanfeng exclaimed in surprise when he heard this.

He knew Han Teng and was aware of Han Teng's company's market valuation being over ten billion. What surprised Zhang Sanfeng was that someone was trying to kill Han Teng inside the Heaven on Earth Health Club.

A terrified Han Teng pointed towards Ye Fan: "Master Zhang, this kid here wants to kill me!"

"Oh?" Zhang Sanfeng was somewhat surprised.

In his eyes, Ye Fan was too young, and with many skilled fighters by Han Teng's side, he believed it would be difficult for Ye Fan to get close to Han Teng.

Gasping for breath, Han Teng pleaded, "I ask Master Zhang to save my life. As long as you save me, I'm willing to give you five billion—no, ten billion in compensation afterwards!"

"Ten billion?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng cried out in astonishment.

Although every Martial Arts Grandmaster was revered by countless people, he had only just stepped into the realm of Grandmasters, and his influence was not that powerful yet.

Let alone ten billion, Zhang Sanfeng didn't even have ten million at the moment, and his visit to the Health Club for a special massage was someone else's treat.

Han Teng hurriedly said, "Yes, ten billion. As long as Master Zhang saves my life, I will deliver the ten billion within three days!"

With a personal net worth over ten billion, Han Ting wouldn't even blink an eye at spending ten billion to save his own life.

"President Han, a gentleman's word is his bond, and I will ensure your safety!" Zhang Sanfeng nodded solemnly.

Ten billion was no small sum, and if he could get his hands on ten billion, Zhang Sanfeng wouldn't have to worry about money or be subjected to others' whims ever again.

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Han Teng felt as if he had received a pardon and thanked him: "Thank you, Master Zhang!"

Having been kicked by Ye Fan, Han Teng felt as if he had lost half his life. Spending ten billion to exchange for his own life, the deal was extremely worthwhile.

"Young man, how about you give me some face and we call it quits?"

In front of everyone's eyes, Zhang Sanfeng looked towards Ye Fan, his expression arrogant, as if he believed that Ye Fan, no matter how audacious, wouldn't dare to disrespect him.

"Give you face?"

Staring at Zhang Sanfeng, Ye Fan frowned and said with displeasure, "Give you face, what are you worth? Get lost, or else I'll take care of you too, old man!"