The last row of black cars saw the exit of the previously defeated fat man, who had been sent to the ground by Chen Fan's punch.
"Boss! He's gone."
A man in a suit reported to the fat man.
Upon hearing the report, the fat man slapped the man in the suit across the face.
"I paid you a lot of money to beat people up for me, and you're telling me the person you were tailing has disappeared???"
The fat man berated him angrily even after slapping him.
The man in the suit hung his head in shame.
"All useless!" the fat man declared.
Meanwhile, Chen Fan stood by the stairs on the second floor, his golden silk Buddhist robe concealing his appearance and aura. He was preparing to observe the true intentions of these people in black cars who were tracking him.
Upon seeing the fat man, Chen Fan understood the situation.
He stepped out from the darkness.
"Everyone, are you looking for me?"
As Chen Fan's voice echoed,
the leading men in suits instantly became vigilant.
Hearing Chen Fan's voice, the fat man immediately instructed the men in suits, "He's the one! Deal with him!"
At his command, dozens of men in suits surrounded Chen Fan.
"I really didn't want to resort to violence today." Seeing that the men in suits were just ordinary thugs, Chen Fan's interest waned. He had expected the fat man to bring some martial artists to apprehend him.
"Attack!"
Following the fat man's order,
the men in suits charged with their batons.
Chen Fan dodged and landed a punch directly to the stomach of the leading man in a suit.
The man in a suit collapsed to the ground with a groan.
Seeing that they were no match for Chen Fan in a one-on-one confrontation,
the men in suits exchanged glances and determined their strategy.
They formed a triangular formation, surrounding Chen Fan in three layers.
Chen Fan, not to be outdone, unleashed a sweeping leg kick, knocking down two men in suits in front and behind him.
A man in a suit beside them saw this and his face instantly contorted.
"He's a master."
The assembled men in suits looked at Chen Fan as if facing the greatest adversary of their careers.
Chen Fan continued to knock down these men in suits, one after another, left and right.
As the tide of battle turned,
the twenty-odd men in suits hired by the fat man were quickly incapacitated, injured, or knocked unconscious.
"So strong!" The fat man, seeing his hired men sprawled on the ground groaning, turned and fled.
Chen Fan moved.
In an instant, he appeared in front of the fat man.
The fat man stared at Chen Fan's approach in terror and yelled loudly,
"No! Don't kill me!!!"
Chen Fan, his face grim, continued to approach.
The fat man, as if watching a horror movie, was still terrified.
"I gave you a chance last time, why are you so useless?"
Chen Fan glared at the fat man with a ferocious expression.
"Ah... aaaaaaah!" the fat man screamed.
"Killing you with the Cloud Canopy Sword would dirty my blade..."
Chen Fan was backed against the wall by the fat man.
Seeing the high wall directly behind him,
the fat man, in despair, begged for mercy.
"Deity! Ancestor! Please spare me! I have nowhere else to run! Please let me go!"
Hearing this, Chen Fan
"Nowhere to run?"
Chen Fan looked at the high wall behind the fat man thoughtfully.
Suddenly,
Chen Fan punched the fat man in the chest. At that moment, the high wall behind him also collapsed.
"Crash..."
The collapse of the wall behind him became the last straw that broke the fat man.
"Now you can continue running,"
Chen Fan sneered, pointing to the path beyond the fallen wall.
This action
directly caused the fat man to faint from fear and collapse on the ground.
"So boring." Looking at the fat man who had fainted from fear,
Chen Fan lost all interest.
"Let's go home."
Chen Fan disappeared into the night. Shortly thereafter,
Chen Fan appeared below the hotel,
carrying barbecue and beer he had bought on the way.
"This place really can't compare to home."
"Back home, if I'm hungry, I can find a barbecue stall downstairs anytime to eat. And the human touch, the lively atmosphere.
And the human touch is far better than this insignificant Red Sun Country."
This was Chen Fan's thought; home was still better.
Back in the hotel,
Chen Fan caressed his rumbling stomach, which had been hungry for a long time, and began to eat the barbecue.
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District Thirteen, Employee Lounge.
In a luxuriously decorated, pink room,
Bai Lin, wearing her cute pajamas, lay on the bed, surrounded by shopping bags, purses, and jewelry. Every piece of clothing, not one was not a luxury item.
"What kind of person is Chen Fan?"
This was what Bai Lin was currently pondering.
"Never mind! As long as he's good to me!"
Bai Lin tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Chen Fan's image kept flashing in her mind.
"Ahhhh, can you stop appearing?" Bai Lin shouted at the Chen Fan in her mind.
But it was no use.
Unable to sleep, Bai Lin got up and walked to the window, gazing at the moonlight.
Chen Fan was truly outstanding. No matter what happened, it seemed that as long as Chen Fan was present, everything would be the most beautiful and secure.
However, whenever she remembered Chen Fan striving to rescue his beloved, Bai Lin still felt a pang of heartache.