Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 1380 - 1379

A few security guards came running over in a hurry. They’d heard that there were thugs at the school who might pose a safety threat to teachers and students, so they didn’t dare take it lightly and rushed over to see what was going on.

However, they didn’t even get close before they were blocked. The purser had arranged people to form a perimeter, specifically to keep the security guards from coming over and meddling.

"Move, who are you people?" the security guards barked.

"Behave yourselves!"

The other side said coldly, not wasting words. They had guns, after all, and they directly pulled them out.

With guns pointed at them, the security guards immediately behaved. They could only watch from a distance.

When they saw Yamamoto Takeshi draw his Samurai Sword and get ready to deal with Lin Fan, the security guards all panicked. Lin Fan was so young, they thought he was a student at the school. Now a student’s life was under threat and they couldn’t help.

"What do we do? At this rate, he’s gonna get hurt or killed! We’ll be screwed too!"

"Will the school judge us as derelict in our duty?"

Whether Lin Fan lived or died wasn’t the most important thing. What mattered most was that such a vicious incident had happened on campus; as security guards, they were likely to get implicated and lose their jobs.

Just as they were worrying, Yamamoto Takeshi had already made a move against Lin Fan.

Barely a minute later.

The security guards all stared wide‑eyed, completely stunned.

Everyone was stunned. The scene went dead silent; all you could see were people gaping in shock.

They’d thought this would be a hard‑fought battle between evenly matched opponents. Some had even been worried about Lin Fan, because from his stance he looked no different from the teachers and students present, while Yamamoto Takeshi was fully kitted out and carrying a sharp blade. No matter how you looked at it, Yamamoto Takeshi seemed like the favorite to win.

But that blood‑soaked, brutal scene just now completely changed their minds and utterly shook them.

Lin Fan was fucking ruthless, fucking insane!

Who could have imagined Lin Fan would cripple Yamamoto Takeshi just like that?

Looking at Yamamoto Takeshi’s state, if he didn’t lie in bed for ten days to half a month, he probably wouldn’t recover. Even if he did, his brain likely wouldn’t be right. Those three punches from Lin Fan were enough to turn him into an idiot, weren’t they?

Especially the white people present—their hearts were turning upside down in shock. Too badass. Could the legends be true, that all Huaxia People really know kung fu, and the really powerful kind at that, while people from other countries are basically just there to get their asses kicked?

Huaxia People were terrifyingly strong; every one of them a kung fu master!

After today, Lin Fan only deepened this impression in these white people’s minds.

In everyone’s eyes, Lin Fan at this moment was undoubtedly a god‑like existence. Not only was he a computer genius, he was also a kung fu master! Lin Fan’s existence made these white people, born with a sense of superiority, all lower their heads.

After taking out Yamamoto Takeshi, Lin Fan turned his head to glance at the purser. "You still planning to make a move? If you are, just have them all come at once. I’m in a hurry."

The purser’s face had gone pale. She’d thought Yamamoto Takeshi was some big deal, because that Chinese‑descent guy had bragged to her that Yamamoto Takeshi was a top expert from Neon Country. With him here, Lin Fan definitely wouldn’t escape.

But this so‑called expert, Yamamoto Takeshi, was simply not worth a damn in front of Lin Fan.

For a moment, she couldn’t tell whether Yamamoto Takeshi had been full of hot air, or Lin Fan was just too strong.

She believed it was the latter, that Lin Fan was too strong. His strength had far surpassed anything she’d imagined.

She naturally didn’t dare make a move against Lin Fan anymore. She had no desire to get beaten into Yamamoto Takeshi’s condition. At the end of the day, she was just following orders—hardly worth throwing her life away.

She picked up her walkie‑talkie. "Everyone, put your guns away. If you don’t want to die, nobody is allowed to fire!"

Lin Fan wasn’t only skilled in fighting; his powers of observation were extremely sharp. Nothing escaped his eyes. If any of the people she’d brought had the foolish idea of taking a sneaky shot at Lin Fan, they’d probably be crippled by him before they could even lift their guns.

Everyone obediently put their guns down. No one dared harbor any wishful thinking. If they had before, then the miserable Yamamoto Takeshi lying on the ground was enough to wake them up.

"So we’re done fighting, huh? Then I won’t keep you company," Lin Fan said, turning to leave.

"Wait!"

The purser called Lin Fan back. "You’re looking for Li Zixia, aren’t you?"

Lin Fan halted. "What do you want to say?"

The purser said, "I heard about Li Zixia last night from that fat guy at the Chinese medicine shop. You came to the United Kingdom to search for the missing Li Zixia, right? Your coming to the school today shows you still haven’t found her. Am I right, Mr. Richest Man?"

Mr. Richest Man?

Hearing this title, everyone around was astonished. Why would this woman address Lin Fan as Mr. Richest Man?

Lin Fan smiled. "Looks like you did your homework."

The purser said, "But of course. I never imagined that Mr. Lin would be one of Huaxia’s top tycoons, with assets in the hundreds of billions. Even converted into Euros, you’re still a billionaire many times over. No wonder Mr. Lin fears neither heaven nor earth—with that financial power, you really can walk sideways wherever you go."

What?

Everyone was utterly shocked, stunned all over again.

Lin Fan actually possessed tens of billions in Euro‑level wealth?

He was dressed so plainly, he looked exactly like some poor student. How could he be that rich?

The few white students attending the aristocratic school were already on their knees by now. Earlier they’d mocked Lin Fan for being poor. Even after discovering he was a computer genius and a kung fu master—things they couldn’t match—they’d at least thought they were richer than him. That was their only remaining point of superiority over Lin Fan.

Who would have thought Lin Fan was a billionaire many times over, richer than their entire families in minutes—no, richer than all of their families put together!

In the United Kingdom, there were many nobles, and nobles were generally wealthy. But some of the lesser nobles, while they could be called rich, had limited wealth. A fortune of tens of billions of Euros would make you a local tycoon even in the West.

The only sense of superiority these white students had left in front of Lin Fan shattered then and there. All they could do was kneel—only kneel.

The purser said, "Mr. Lin, you have the capital to throw your weight around, but as the saying goes, a strong dragon can’t crush a local snake. You’re alone in a foreign land right now, so it’s better not to be too arrogant. After all, you’re unfamiliar with this place, and you must be very unfamiliar with the powers here, right? Trying to find a missing person here is bound to be full of difficulties. In contrast, I’m very familiar with this place. Mr. Lin, if you want to find Li Zixia, I believe I can help. Otherwise, I’m afraid you may never find her."

Lin Fan let out an "oh." "So what do you want?"

The purser said, "Same thing as before: let’s make a deal. I’ll use my connections to help you find Li Zixia. All Mr. Lin has to do is name your target. As a show of good faith, I have a piece of intel on Li Zixia right now that I can give you."