Starting as a War God: Global Goddesses Blocking my Door

"Kill him! Boss, you must kill him to wash away the previous humiliation!"

"Yeah, Boss, if you don't slaughter this kid, how will you command respect in North Suburb Prison in the future?"

"Kill him, brutally kill him! Boss, you've got to show this kid why the flowers are so red!"

Many prisoners were righteously indignant, as if not destroying Ye Fan today would mean losing all their dignity and becoming the biggest joke in North Suburb Prison.

"You little shit, die!" Han Meng roared with rage.

Fast, too fast. Under intense hatred, Han Meng's speed reached a terrifying peak.

Facing the furious charge of Han Meng, Ye Fan taunted, "You want me dead, but I'm afraid you don't have the strength!"

Bang bang!

Just as Han Meng closed in on Ye Fan, Ye Fan's right fist, carrying tremendous force, slammed into Han Meng's eye socket.

"Holy shit!"

Hit in the eye sockets by Ye Fan's two punches, Han Meng felt an unspeakable agony that almost made him pass out.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you!"

With his eye socket heavily struck, Han Meng was even more enraged.

Bang bang!

Before Han Meng could strike, Ye Fan, with massive force, landed two more punches on Han Meng's eyes, turning him into a panda-eyed mess.

"You bastard! Bastard!"

Han Meng felt he had suffered the utmost humiliation today and let out a roar, ready to strike back.

But Ye Fan wouldn't give him the chance. Before Han Meng could even open his eyes, Ye Fan landed another heavy punch on Han Meng's bridge of the nose.

Drip drip!

As the punch hit Han Meng's nose, he grunted, and blood immediately started gushing out of his nostrils.

"Blood? I'm actually bleeding?"

Touching his nose, when Han Meng saw the crimson blood, he was seething with fury.

As the top tough guy in North Suburb Prison, he was used to bullying others, not the other way around.

"Kid, you forced me to kill you. Die!"

Wiping the blood from his nose, Han Meng threw a punch towards Ye Fan's crown.

Your brother Fan, doesn't talk much when he's serious.

Seeing Han Meng's punch coming, Ye Fan intercepted his iron fist first, and with a sudden exertion of force, there was a crack, and Han Meng's wrist was dislocated on the spot.

"Ahhhh!!!"

With his wrist in severe pain, Han Meng let out a piercing scream.

Knowing that Han Meng wouldn't let things go, Ye Fan didn't hold back. He took the first step and hammered a punch onto Han Meng's crown.

Hit hard on the crown, Han Meng's burly figure crashed to the ground like a cannonball.

"Boss!"

"Boss!!!"

Seeing Han Meng fall to the ground, all the prisoners in the cell cried out, visibly shaken.

After downing Han Meng, Ye Fan looked at the prisoners and said, "Anyone else want to take a shot at me?"

"No... we dare not!" the prisoners trembled in response.

At that moment, even their unbeatable Boss Han Meng had been floored by Ye Fan, not one of them dared to make a move against Ye Fan.

Meanwhile, in the office of the head of North Suburb Prison.

Wang Lang glanced at the time and asked, "How's it going with Han Meng?"

"Just now, there was a burst of intense fighting from the cell area. Probably that kid named Ye Fan has been dealt with by now. Boss, should we go check it out? It would be a bad situation if Han Meng killed the guy!" A young man in uniform spoke.

Nodding, Wang Lang stood up and said, "You're right. Let's go take a look, we can't let Han Meng kill someone!"

Finishing his words, Wang Lang stepped toward the cell where Ye Fan was located.

In the past, when a suspect was uncooperative, Wang Lang handed them to Han Meng, who accidentally beat them to death. Because of that incident, he had to write a three-thousand-word reflection letter.

Wang Lang certainly didn't want a repeat of such an event.

After all, Ye Fan was the son-in-law of Su Weiguo, the big leader from the environmental aspect. If Ye Fan died here and Su Weiguo went on a vengeful rampage, Wang Lang wouldn't be able to take the heat.

"Why is it so quiet?"

Arriving at the cell door, Wang Lang sensed something was amiss.

"Boss, could it be that Han Meng killed him?" the young man guessed.

Wang Lang's face darkened as he said, "I hope not! Ah Lin, hurry up and open the door for me!"

You don't expect it, but you get a shock when you find out.

When the prison cell door was opened by the young Ah Lin, to his astonishment, he saw Ye Fan lying on the central bed, leisurely enjoying a massage and back rub from a group of prisoners with bruised faces.

"Holy shit! What... What's going on here?"

Seeing this scene, Wang Lang's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

Upon seeing Wang Lang's arrival, Ye Fan mockingly said, "What? Here to check on the prison? I'm sorry to disappoint, but not only did I not die, I'm living quite well!"

"Han Meng, what on earth is going on? I told you to take care of this kid, dare you defy my will?" Wang Lang barked sternly.

At that moment, Han Meng, who was massaging Ye Fan's thigh, looked up at Wang Lang with a face full of grievances.

Once Wang Lang saw him, his old face became furiously agitated, noticing that North Suburb Prison's most ruthless man, Han Meng, had actually been given a black eye, with both nostrils still smeared with traces of blood.

There was no need to think twice, Han Meng had been beaten up by someone. Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire

Ye Fan sneered, "Wang Lang, isn't it? Just in time, my foot's a little stiff, why don't you come and massage it for me!"

"What? What did you say? You actually want me to massage your foot?" Wang Lang exclaimed in shock.

Bang!

Just as Wang Lang stood in shock, the guy known as Skin Monkey swiftly rushed up and closed the cell door.

All the prisoners stood up at once, each of them fixing their menacing gaze on Wang Lang.

Surrounded by a group of prisoners, Wang Lang said in a panicked voice, "You...what do you want to do? Do you know the consequences of laying your hands on me?"

"Beat him up!" As Wang Lang finished speaking, Han Meng suddenly shouted.

"Beat him up, beat him up hard!"

In an instant, under Han Meng's lead, a group of prisoners charged at Wang Lang like uncontrollable wild horses.

Although Wang Lang was quite fit, he was no match for a group of prisoners and was quickly pinned to the ground and subjected to a beating.

Especially Han Meng, who struck with extreme force; by himself, he almost beat Wang Lang to death.

If it weren't for Wang Lang bringing Ye Fan over, he wouldn't have suffered such a brutal beating from Ye Fan today. The more Han Meng thought about it, the angrier he got, using Wang Lang as a punching bag, beating him relentlessly.

"Agh! Stop hitting me, please stop! If you keep going, I'll die!"

Wang Lang, covering his head, howled miserably. Normally, these prisoners were already angry with him; they just didn't dare to speak out.

Now that they had Ye Fan backing them, they vented their grievances on Wang Lang nonstop.

Seeing Wang Lang was about to give out, Ye Fan finally waved his hand and said, "That's enough!"

"Agh! Ahwoo!"

It was only after Han Meng and the others stopped that Wang Lang let out two miserable cries, as if he'd received a pardon.

"Oh dear, my foot's a bit stiff, what should I do?" Ye Fan said to Wang Lang with an innocent face.

"You... you..."

Realizing Ye Fan wanted him to massage his foot, Wang Lang was filled with sorrow and anger.

Han Meng kicked Wang Lang hard on the body and scolded, "What are you dawdling for? Do you want to die?"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Wang Lang finally understood that Ye Fan was no pushover. To save his own life, he repressed the frustration in his heart and stepped forward to massage Ye Fan's foot.

At the same time, Wang Lang cursed Zhou Shuo and his ancestors in his heart.

Zhou Shuo, you're really no good.

You didn't send me a suspect, you sent me an ancestor.

Wang Lang originally thought Ye Fan would easily break under pressure, but in his wildest dreams, he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, Ye Fan became the butcher and he became the meat, to be cut as others pleased.

...

Time flew by, and dusk gradually enveloped the land.

Within the Central Plains War Zone, Lin Wu released the news according to Ye Fan's instructions.

"Commander Lin, as per your orders, the messages have all been sent," the aide respectfully reported.

Lin Wu nodded in satisfaction, "Mhm, good job! Any movement from the Su Family?"

"The Su Family has been relatively quiet, however, around noon, the Su Family contacted the funeral home and seemed to want to cremate Elder Master Su's body," the aide reported truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Lin Wu suddenly frowned, "What? The Su Family wants to cremate Elder Master Su's body? Has the body been cremated yet?"

"That, I am not sure of yet," the aide reported back.

Lin Wu immediately said with a grave expression, "Go to the funeral home where Elder Master Su's body is, and if it hasn't been cremated yet, intercept it for me immediately!"

"Yes, Commander Lin!" the aide responded respectfully.

After the aide left, Lin Wu muttered to himself, "Elder Master Su's death is too suspicious, most likely he was poisoned. If the body gets cremated, it will be difficult to clear God Ye's name. However, judging from the Su Family's actions, their eagerness to cremate Elder Master Su's body suggests they must have a guilty conscience."

"As long as we intercept Elder Master Su's body in time and perform an autopsy, we'll likely uncover some clues. I hope it's not too late!"

At this moment, as the news of Ye Fan's arrest spread, the noble clans and powerful families of Central Plains were in an uproar.

The vast Central Plains City, as if struck by an earthquake, was instantly in turmoil.