The day passed quickly.
At the Bay Villa, Lin Fan was like a walking corpse—drifting aimlessly with a mind full of turmoil. Even though he had figured everything out, his heart still felt heavy. It was as if someone he trusted had stolen the woman he loved.
Though he kept reminding himself that Jiang Huaiyue was never his, that everything was just one-sided, he still couldn’t let it go.
He stopped caring whether the Haisha Society was after him or not. After buying a change of clothes, he wandered the streets all day, lost in thought. As the sun began to set, he found himself at a bar and walked inside.
The bar had just opened—it was around five in the evening—so there weren’t many people inside yet.
Lin Fan only wanted to drink and get drunk.
He needed a night to drown his emotions, and hopefully start fresh the next morning. Maybe that would give him some peace of mind.
He didn’t have much money left. But back when Shen Wuxiao told him to hide, he’d given Lin Fan two stacks—over 20,000 yuan. After spending a little on supplies when the building was demolished, he still had over 18,000 left.
As a fifth-grade, eighth-level master, Lin Fan could make money quickly if he wanted to. But he had no interest anymore.
He sat down in the bar and asked the waiter for five cases of beer, along with seven or eight bottles of white and red wine.Maybe it was because he’d spent so long stationed at the border that he didn’t realize how far that money could go.
With 20,000 yuan, you could drink for a week at a street-side stall.
The drinks arrived, and without even asking for peanuts or snacks, Lin Fan started downing them one after the other.
He was there to get drunk—nothing more.
As the evening went on, more people trickled into the bar. No one paid much attention to Lin Fan. After all, it wasn’t rare to see someone drinking heavily alone.
Too bad he wasn’t a pretty woman—otherwise someone would’ve probably tried to hit on him.
But Lin Fan kept drinking non-stop. He felt like this was the lowest point in his life.
His only family was gone. He’d been expelled from the military. He returned home for revenge but killed the wrong person. Now, he was a wanted man, hiding like a rat in the shadows.
The woman he loved the most had chosen to be with the man who had only recently entered his life.
When he thought about how Shen Wuxiao might be lounging comfortably in that villa right now, he felt an uncontrollable rage boiling inside.
Grabbing a bottle of white wine, he started chugging again.
What he didn’t realize was that, by now, three different groups had their eyes on him.
The first group was Shen Wuxiao’s men.
The second—people from the Haisha Society.
The third—Liu Ruyan’s team.
Ever since Liu Ruyan began searching through the Haisha Society’s network, she’d gotten a clear picture of what Lin Fan looked like. She’d also hired a group of people to find him. Even though the Liu family had collapsed, many of their old warriors had survived.
These warriors, though hired from outside, had received favors from the Liu family in the past. So when Liu Ruyan approached them with a high-paying offer, they didn’t hesitate.
All three groups contacted their respective leaders.
Shen Wuxiao got the call and immediately set off to witness the scene himself. Since the Haisha Society was also involved, conflict was inevitable.
If Lin Fan wanted to make it out alive, he’d have to fight through the chaos first.
Upon receiving the news, the Haisha Society dispatched over fifty vehicles to the location.
Each vehicle carried five men—over 250 fighters in total.
Their goal was simple: Lin Fan must not leave alive.
As for Liu Ruyan, she came to the bar personally.
She wanted to work with Lin Fan, and to do that, she’d need to take him somewhere more discreet for a proper conversation.
The bar became increasingly crowded, the dance floor pulsing with bodies swaying to heavy metal music. Men and women were soaked in sweat, moving with reckless abandon.
The bartender put on a show at the counter, shaking cocktail shakers like a performer.
The bathrooms, as expected in such bars, were filthy and barely functional, often occupied for over half an hour.
The air was thick with smoke, alcohol, sweat, body odor, and hormones.
Everyone was busy doing their own thing. Some were looking for rich partners; others were hunting for flings. The place was buzzing with life.
Lin Fan had the rugged look of a tough man, which attracted a few women hoping for a fling.
But he ignored them all and focused solely on drinking.
He was already quite drunk, his thoughts growing blurry.
This half-conscious state was the only way he could forget his pain—at least for a while.
Outside the bar, the Haisha Society had arrived.
It was a grand scene. Cars lined the street, blocking traffic. More than 200 men got out and formed up. They were a mix of warriors and street thugs, all armed.
Leading them was Fei Ying, the Haisha Society’s elite fighter—a third-grade, fifth-level warrior.
Fei Ying raised his hand, signaling the charge.
The crowd swarmed into the bar.
Shen Wuxiao arrived shortly after, just in time to see them flooding inside.
He parked his car and walked in slowly, unhurried.
He didn’t bring Jiang Huaiyue with him—after all, she had promised not to interfere in his matters with Lin Fan.
Inside the bar, the music had already stopped.
The men and women who had been dancing now huddled in corners, frightened. These were regular civilians, and the sight of so many armed men terrified them.
The lighting changed—no more flashing shadows, just a bright, steady glare.
The entrance was packed, and Shen Wuxiao couldn’t get through.
Annoyed, he raised his foot and kicked forward.
The dozen people in front of him collapsed like dominoes, clearing a path instantly.
No one even saw who had done it.
Shen Wuxiao calmly walked over to an empty booth, sat down, lit a cigarette, and grabbed a bottle of unopened red wine.
He was ready to enjoy the show.
Fei Ying also spotted Lin Fan, still drinking as if no one else existed—completely ignoring the situation.
Fei Ying frowned.
The bar was surrounded. Lin Fan couldn’t escape even with wings. He was as good as dead.
“Everyone here for drinks and fun, get out now!” Fei Ying shouted.
There were too many people inside. They needed to clear the space to make sure only their own people remained—no distractions, no escape.
Those who had come to drink fled in panic.
Within a minute, only Lin Fan and Shen Wuxiao were left inside—the rest were members of the Haisha Society.
Fei Ying approached, followed by his men, tightening the encirclement.
He watched Lin Fan casually lift another bottle and pour it into his mouth.
Fei Ying raised a hand and clapped loudly.
The bottle in Lin Fan’s hand flew away, shattering on the floor.
But Lin Fan didn’t even flinch. He simply grabbed another and continued drinking—like a man who had lost all hope.
“Your name is Lin Fan, right?” Fei Ying barked. “You’ve got some nerve! After killing our young master, you still dare to linger in Zhonghai?”
Lin Fan finally stopped drinking. He looked up and said calmly, “You don’t have enough people. Get lost.”
The arrogance made the Haisha Society members furious.
Fei Ying sneered, “So what if you can fight? In the underworld, it’s not about fists. It’s about connections, background, and power!”
“I’ve killed dozens of thugs like you!”
Shen Wuxiao couldn’t help rolling his eyes at their back-and-forth.
Without a word, he picked up his wine bottle and hurled it toward Lin Fan in the middle of the crowd.