Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1296 - 1294: Lin Fan! I’m Going to Kill You Right Now!

Ling Haoyan's eyes were wide open.

Although he was staring at Lin Fan without blinking, his eyes were vacant, as if he were dazed at the air.

He couldn't control his body anymore, his limbs trembled involuntarily.

Dongmen Buju didn't say anything else, just patted his shoulder, placed the military knife in his hand, and stepped aside, hands behind his back, watching with interest.

Ling Haoyan's gaze was erratic, seemingly seeking help. But he didn't dare ask Dongmen Buju, only disorientedly glanced at the crowd around, hoping someone would mercifully kill Lin Fan for him.

"Ling attendant, please go ahead."

Dongmen Buju said softly.

Ling Haoyan made a rustling sound, looked at Dongmen Buju with a mournful face, a plea for mercy evident.

The spectators were excited and thrilled initially.

Because Lin Fan had killed Ling Wudeng, and Ling Haoyan was Ling Wudeng's son. Even though he was secretly called a coward, he was still a man, right? The enmity of a slain father was irreconcilable!

They all wanted to see Lin Fan's expression, being killed by Ling Haoyan. It would probably be the most humiliating way to die.

When Dongmen Buju stuffed the military knife into Ling Haoyan's hand.

A cheer erupted around.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The cries resonated like a thunderstorm, making everyone's blood boil.

However.

Ling Haoyan's reaction gradually cooled down the crowd's enthusiasm, like pouring cold water over them. The thunderous cheers slowly quieted down.

"What's wrong with him? Still not making a move?"

"As expected, a coward is a coward, hopeless."

"Lin Fan doesn't even have the strength to fight back, what's he afraid of?"

"It's hard to believe his father was Ling Wudeng."

"With a son like this, the Ling Family is finished."

The crowd began whispering, looking impatient. They had come for the spectacle, and now there was none to see, how could they not be annoyed?

Someone in the crowd, seemingly unsatisfied, began shouting at Ling Haoyan.

"Why don't you make a move! What are you standing there for!"

"Hurry it up, the sun's about to set."

"I still need to go home and cook, are you a man or not, dawdling like this?!"

"He's the one who killed your father, and you're indifferent. I don't think you're even Ling Wudeng's real son, are you?"

"Looking like that, you call yourself an attendant? What a joke."

"If you can't do it, get lost. Stop wasting our time here."

The crowd mocked in unison, their tone, eyes, and expressions all disdainful and ridiculing.

Ling Haoyan glanced around, his body shaking even more, but his eyes shot with killing intent, seemingly provoked by their words.

Dongmen Buju didn't intervene, knowing the chaos would provide him more opportunities. The best scenario is if they start fighting, giving him a chance to strike.

So.

He didn't stop the development, letting events unfold naturally.

"Shut up! What do you know, you bunch of worthless ants." Ling Haoyan's face was red, veins popping, as he growled angrily through gritted teeth.

But.

His warning had no effect, as everyone knew he was a coward and had no fear of him.

"With the time you spent cursing, you could've taken Lin Fan's head off."

"Hurry up, stop dithering."

"Get on with it."

The crowd urged impatiently, disregarding Ling Haoyan's warning, indifferent to his identity as the new clan leader's attendant.

Moreover.

As the crowd retaliated verbally, a stone unexpectedly flew out, about the size of a fist, drawing an arc in the air, hitting Ling Haoyan squarely on the forehead.

Preoccupied with arguing, Ling Haoyan did not notice the danger until the stone hit, making him yelp and fall to the ground.

The crowd was initially stunned.

Who was so bold?! Scolding was one thing, but action?!

The son of the honorable Ling Wudeng, publicly hit with a stone!

It was a tremendous humiliation.

"Who?! Who threw that! Stand out! Who was it!" Ling Haoyan shouted with a sobbing voice, clutching his forehead, bleeding profusely, yelling angrily.

Silence.

The crowd covered their mouths, quietly laughing, pointing at Ling Haoyan's embarrassment, yet no one admitted it.

There were thousands in front, finding who threw the stone was nearly impossible.

Ling Haoyan covered his bleeding wound, swallowing the humiliation.

Panting heavily, he suddenly stood up, wielding the military knife and quickly approached Lin Fan.

"Look! Look! The coward is going to act."

"Damn, finally some drama."

"Hurry up."

In a rush, the crowd surged towards Ling Haoyan and Lin Fan, eager to witness the moment up close, surrounding Ling Haoyan so tightly escape was impossible.

Gulp.

Ling Haoyan swallowed hard, previously pressured by Dongmen Buju, now pushed by the crowd, he knew there was no way to avoid action.

Taking a deep breath, he glanced at Lin Fan on the ground, gripping the military knife, his heart pounding as he raised his hands high.

However.

The military knife never descended.

On the side, Mo Ningxiang was almost fainting with tears, especially seeing Ling Haoyan raising his hands, recalling Feng Qingshui's death, her heart ached unbearably.

"Brother Lin Fan... Brother Lin Fan..."

She struggled to crawl over, but was blocked by several soldiers. With the crowd surging, her view was completely obstructed.

The dense crowd surrounded Ling Haoyan and Lin Fan, making the situation inside unclear.

The plaza was chaotic.

However.

Lin Fan paid no attention to Ling Haoyan, treating him like thin air, non-existent. His eyes were only on Dongmen Buju.

Because.

He found it odd.

Dongmen Buju had clearly crippled his own legs, why not kill him directly, yet instead hand it to a coward like Ling Haoyan?

Was it to humiliate him?

But if humiliation was the goal, there were better methods and ways without resorting to such tediousness.

Or was it to give Ling Haoyan a chance to prove himself?

But obviously, even if this chance were handed to Ling Haoyan, he wouldn't cherish it, rather would be nakedly ridiculed by others, just like this scene now.

Lin Fan pondered deeply, unable to fathom what Dongmen Buju's intention truly was. So he remained focused on Dongmen Buju's movements, completely ignoring Ling Haoyan.

What exactly was Dongmen Buju's purpose?

"Lin Fan! I'm going to kill you now!"

Suddenly, amidst the crowd, Ling Haoyan shouted at the top of his lungs, the sound so loud it was alarming. His eyes blazing with rage, as if the next second would bring Lin Fan's head separation.

The crowd held their breath, waiting quietly for Ling Haoyan to make his move. Yet after a long wait, the military knife remained motionless, while Lin Fan couldn't even be bothered to glance at him.