[Fantasy] Super Ambiguous Relationship (Complete) - 4-6

Chapter 37 [School Bully]

"What's meant to be will be. It seems what's coming will come sooner or later. Sigh!"

With a long sigh, Yang Fan had no choice but to follow behind Lin Wan'er, trotting towards the office...

The reason he had listened so attentively to the entire class was not only because the teacher was genuinely good, but also because he wanted to take this opportunity to show off and hopefully change Lin Wan'er's opinion of him. Unfortunately, he seemed to have underestimated the extent to which this girl held a grudge, and even more so, her vengeful nature...

"So this girl never intended to let me off the hook. If I had known this, I wouldn't have bothered pretending to be a good student; I could have just gone to sleep!"

Muttering to himself, Yang Fan was now filled with regret!

Walking ahead of Yang Fan, Lin Wan'er observed him out of the corner of her eye. When she saw his pained expression, she was secretly delighted.

It's important to understand that this was all her doing. While sleeping in class isn't universal in university, it's certainly not uncommon. But for an entire class to sleep, especially in front of this rogue teacher nicknamed "Tyrannosaurus Rex," is absolutely abnormal!

Anyone who's ever been to Peking University knows that you can sleep in anyone's class, even the principal's lecture, but you absolutely cannot sleep in one person's class, not even a hint of drowsiness.

That person is Lin Wan'er, one of the school's two most beautiful teachers, and the super tyrant with the nickname "Tyrannosaurus Rex"!

Once, a student slept in her class and she punched him, knocking out two of his front teeth…

Once, a student slept in her class and she kicked him, sending him to the hospital for three months…

Once, a student slept in her class and she pried his eyes open with two matches, keeping him awake for three days and three nights…

Once, a student slept in her class and she made him run around the campus soccer field for an entire afternoon…

These bloody experiences and terrifying scenes made all the students at Peking University afraid to show the slightest dissatisfaction in front of the Tyrannosaurus Rex, let alone doze off in class.

But now, out of the fifty-six students in her class, fifty-five of them were sleeping together! No one would believe it if they heard it. Without her orders, these fifty-five well-behaved students would rather prick their thighs with needles than sleep!

But now, they were so unified, so complete, so orderly… because the mastermind behind all this was Lin Wan'er!

When they heard this unusual order, they were all puzzled, but after a classmate who claimed to be a fortune teller calculated it, he pointed the finger at Yang Fan. That's why they looked away when they saw Yang Fan!

Unfortunately, Yang Fan was unaware of all this. Seeing his classmates fast asleep, he not only didn't remind them, but secretly chuckled, thinking his chance to shine had arrived!

But who would have thought that his good behavior would have no effect whatsoever…

In fact, Lin Wan'er's purpose in having the whole class sleep was to lure Yang Fan into sleeping as well, giving her a legitimate reason to punish him and get revenge…

But she didn't expect that Yang Fan would remain completely still for over an hour without even blinking, actively cooperating with her.

Lin Wan'er understood perfectly well why Yang Fan was trying so hard, but she wasn't about to let him off so easily. If the other party had only grabbed her private parts, perhaps she would have been more forgiving; if she had simply thrown herself into his arms and he hadn't grabbed her private parts, she might have let him off the hook for now.

Unfortunately, Yang Fan had managed to do both, so she absolutely couldn't let this go unpunished. Besides, as a dignified Tyrannosaurus Rex, when had she ever suffered such a loss? To be taken advantage of by her own student, and even worse, the news had spread to every corner of Peking University…

Therefore, this grudge couldn't go unavenged, and she had to avenge it! Only by completely crushing this one and only person who had challenged her dignity would those gossiping behind her back shut their mouths!

Glory must be defended with the soul, and shame can only be washed away with blood. This shame could only be completely washed away with blood!

However, seeing Yang Fan's frustrated expression, Lin Wan'er felt quite pleased. Anyone would be frustrated when they realized all their efforts were in vain! And this was one of the reasons Lin Wan'er was happy.

Unfortunately, her secret pleasure was quickly replaced by anger, because she discovered that Yang Fan, that bastard, was hiding behind her, constantly staring at her buttocks…

His eyes were so lewd, his actions so obscene, his expression so shameless! At that moment, Lin Wan'er felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. She found that her body seemed to have stiffened, as if she were being watched by Medusa, and that she would be killed by him at any moment.

But she didn't dare to turn around. She wanted to scold him, to curse him, but she couldn't open her mouth. Not only that, she also found that her heart was in indescribable turmoil, with trembling, anger, and shame… but at this moment, deep in her heart, there was also a strange feeling.

A faint electric current seemed to flow from her eyes to his own hips, then from her hips to her entire body, finally converging into torrents flowing towards a certain point, threatening to burst forth...

At this moment, Yang Fan, completely oblivious to Lin Wan'er's strange behavior, followed behind her, his gaze almost involuntarily drawn to her hips.

With each graceful step Lin Wan'er took, the shape of a perfect peach was immediately imprinted on her tight-fitting professional skirt, her hips bobbing up and down like two back scratchers, gently tickling Yang Fan's heart.

Yang Fan stared intently at Lin Wan'er's perfect hips, imagining them as the largest peach in the Peach Garden, his hands itching with desire, yearning to press them against the perfectly shaped buttocks and test their elasticity!

He almost wished the skirt would fall off on its own, so he could see if the snow-white skin beneath would still retain its beautiful shape without the tight skirt.

Almost involuntarily, he compared Lin Wan'er's buttocks to those of Secretary Chen, the principal's secretary who had led him to Huang Shiren's place before. The same actions, the same buttocks, yet two completely different states of mind!

Yang Fan noticed that Lin Wan'er's buttocks seemed more upturned, firmer, and rounder than Secretary Chen's, though not as large or full. But they possessed two completely different qualities!

Perhaps it was the difference in their states of mind. Last time, he had no intention of disrespecting Secretary Chen; his gaze was more one of appreciation, a praise of beauty, without any lustful element.

But this time was different. Perhaps it was Lin Wan'er's persistence that angered him, perhaps it was the relatively intimate contact between them, or perhaps his young heart, still a virgin, could no longer resist temptation!

In short, Yang Fan found that while staring at Lin Wan'er's buttocks, he felt a strange restlessness inside. His mouth went dry, and his penis even started to stir...

Finally, just as Yang Fan's eyes were practically sinking into her, and Lin Wan'er was almost at her wits' end, they arrived at the office!

"We're here!"

Seemingly relieved, both of them simultaneously let out a long sigh of relief!

Following Lin Wan'er into the office, Yang Fan discovered that it was a private office, not one shared by several or even dozens of teachers.

Looking around, Yang Fan noticed the room's color scheme was a relaxing, soothing blue. Instead of the usual desks and chairs, there were several comfortable sofas in various colors and styles. The wall decorations and ornaments also aimed to promote tranquility.

This attire was comparable to that of a department head, and even Huang Shiren, the dean of academic affairs, didn't have Lin Wan'er's office.

This surprised Yang Fan slightly. He was well aware of the treatment of teachers in China, but for an ordinary university teacher like Lin Wan'er to have such a private office, while not unique, was certainly extraordinary.

This made Yang Fan curious about Lin Wan'er's background; without a certain status and influence, she probably couldn't have received such treatment!

As Yang Fan surveyed the office, Lin Wan'er had already composed herself. She sat quietly on the sofa, looking at Yang Fan with a slightly flustered expression.

She let his gaze sweep over every corner of the office until it finally landed on her before speaking, "Yang Fan, please have a seat. Tea or coffee?"

Unsure of his true intentions, Yang Fan didn't want to jump to conclusions. Hearing her question, he almost instinctively replied, "Tea!"

Lin Wan'er's smile froze. It was just a polite remark, but Yang Fan had taken it seriously. Why would a girl like her like tea?

Of course, her displeasure wasn't about tea itself, but rather Yang Fan's nonchalant expression. He clearly wanted to ignore her, yet he expected her to serve him and make her tea!

Lin Wan'er felt an urge to vomit blood. How could such a person exist in the world? Didn't he know the meaning of politeness? Or was he simply oblivious to the situation?

Chapter 38

[Spring Light Under the Skirt] However, Lin Wan'er remained relatively calm and didn't immediately explode in anger. After taking a few deep breaths of fresh air, she tried to maintain a smile and said, "Yang Fan, I don't usually like tea, I only drink coffee. How about coffee?"

"Oh, then give me a bottle of water!"

Lin Wan'er's anger, which she had managed to suppress, flared up again, reaching her eyebrows. She even had an urge to swear. Damn it, he really doesn't treat the village chief like an official. It's good enough that he has coffee to drink, but he's being picky. When have I ever been polite to anyone? Today, I actually have to personally pour water for the guy who took advantage of me. God, is there no justice in this world?!

Resisting the urge to smash the glass in her hand directly on Yang Fan's forehead, Lin Wan'er walked to the water dispenser, filled a glass of water, placed the glass on the table in front of Yang Fan, and then sat down opposite him angrily.

Watching her breasts heave with anger, Yang Fan couldn't help but secretly spit out some saliva. They say virgins can't resist temptation, but it seems this young virgin isn't so resistant to the test either.

Looking at the two mounds of red on her cheeks, a slight smile crept onto Yang Fan's lips. Since he'd already decided to tear off the mask of politeness, there was no need for him to hold back any longer.

Seeing Lin Wan'er remain silent, Yang Fan broke the silence, asking, "Teacher Lin, is there something you need?"

Hearing Yang Fan finally speak, Lin Wan'er smiled and replied, "Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to ask if you're keeping up with your studies after being late for over a month. Also, did you understand what I taught today?"

Yang Fan answered politely, "Thank you for your concern, Teacher. Teacher Lin's classes are excellent, simple, easy to understand, and very engaging. I believe all the students really enjoy Teacher Lin's classes."

Hearing Yang Fan say that the students enjoyed her classes, Lin Wan'er blushed slightly, but she quickly concealed it. She smoothed things over and continued, "That's good. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me anytime. In class, we're teacher and student, but outside of class, we're friends. Whether it's academics or life, you can come to me if you encounter any difficulties."

Yang Fan's intuition told him that Lin Wan'er's unusual behavior was strange, but he couldn't immediately guess her true intentions, so he could only brazenly say, "Thank you, teacher. I really hope to be friends with Teacher Lin." Giving Yang Fan a sidelong glance, Lin Wan'er deliberately feigned displeasure and said, "I already said we're teacher and student in class, but outside of class, we're friends. Why are you still calling me Teacher Lin? Doesn't that mean you don't consider me a friend?"

"..."

Hearing this, Yang Fan felt an inexplicable strangeness and hesitated to answer.

This seemed like a simple question, but it contained hidden implications. If he continued to call her "teacher," she would accuse him of being pretentious. But if he didn't call her "teacher," what should he call her?

Wan'er? Sister? Younger sister? "I'm afraid none of them will do. Calling her Wan'er is too intimate, calling her 'older sister' would be beneath him, and calling her 'younger sister' would be too flirtatious and even suggestive of teasing her. Since neither is appropriate, Yang Fan wisely chose to remain silent.

However, Lin Wan'er didn't seem to expect an answer from Yang Fan. She immediately interjected, 'Yang Fan, since we're friends, friends should care for and understand each other. May I ask you a question?'

'You said we're friends, yet you won't let me call you 'teacher,' so why are you calling me 'Yang Fan'?'

he muttered to himself. But Yang Fan wasn't foolish enough to reveal his true thoughts, so he forced a smile and said, 'Yes, yes, yes, ask away!'

Hearing this, Lin Wan'er's smile widened, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. She continued, 'Yang Fan, I saw you were quite skilled yesterday. Do you know martial arts?'"

"..."

Unable to guess the other party's true intentions, Yang Fan could only reply, "Well, I know a little bit!"

Clapping her hands forcefully, Lin Wan'er suddenly stood up and asked, "Oh? Really? I know martial arts too! Martial arts are my favorite thing. How about we spar?"

Well, Yang Fan finally understood what this girl was up to. It turned out she was resentful because he had taken advantage of her yesterday, but was too embarrassed to openly cause trouble. So she deliberately went through all this trouble, trying to trap him so she could openly teach him a lesson.

Although Yang Fan didn't care about Lin Wan'er's skill level, he didn't want to make things worse. What if he accidentally took advantage of her again during a fight? Once was an accident, but what about twice? He'd be in deep trouble then!

And even if he didn't take advantage, what if he accidentally hit her too hard and injured her? That would be even more complicated.

He couldn't just sit back and let her beat him up, could he? Although this might make her give up on him, Yang Fan had no interest in being tortured.

While he did want to see Lin Wan'er dressed as a queen, one hand holding a whip, the other a rope, one foot high on a chair, her snow-white thigh exposed, relentlessly brandishing the whip, it didn't mean Yang Fan wanted to be the male lead!

Of course, if the situation were reversed, Yang Fan wouldn't mind…

Thinking of the exhilarating scene, Yang Fan quickly waved his hands in refusal, saying, “No, no, absolutely not! With my rudimentary skills, how could I possibly be a match for you, Teacher Lin? Besides, this isn't appropriate!”

"What's appropriate or inappropriate about it? I'm a girl and I'm not afraid, so what are you, a grown man, afraid of? At worst, you can hurt me and you won't have to take responsibility! Come on!" As she

spoke, Lin Wan'er had already assumed a fighting stance, standing on one leg with her hands outstretched, striking an aggressive pose!

Come on, I don't have to take responsibility! How could this sentence so easily evoke endless fantasies? Yang Fan seemed to see Lin Wan'er lying naked on the bed, legs spread, sending him a message of love.

At this moment, as a decent man, especially a pure virgin from the 21st century, already eighteen years old, still a virgin, Yang Fan should have refused verbally and resolutely resisted any temptation!

But for some reason, at this moment, he felt a rapid heartbeat, his blood rushing, and a strong urge converging in one place. Why was that?

"Have I really fallen? Can't even resist this little temptation? No way, Yang Fan, you're a decent, upright young man of the May Fourth Movement, how could you succumb to beauty? You're just going to act recklessly without taking responsibility? Yang Fan, Yang Fan, this won't do!"

His mind raced with wild thoughts and endless fantasies, but

Yang Fan's gaze involuntarily drifted to Lin Wan'er. He then noticed that although Lin Wan'er's outfit was similar to yesterday's, the hem of her skirt was noticeably raised a few centimeters above her knees, bringing her much closer to her thighs!

If she were sitting on the sofa, only her stunning legs would be visible, but with his aggressive stance, the glimpse of her legs was much more

revealing. Her parted legs, illuminated by the light, were almost dazzlingly white. Due to the angle, Yang Fan could even vaguely see something mysterious between her legs—the allure of what was almost visible was irresistible, and a strange current surged through Yang Fan's heart, causing a slight tingling sensation.

Seeing Yang Fan remain motionless for a while, Lin Wan'er followed his gaze and glanced at him. A blush of embarrassment and annoyance instantly spread across her face. Although annoyed, she only glared at Yang Fan and said, "What are you looking at? If you like, after you defeat me, I'll strip naked for you!"

"Ahem!"

Yang Fan coughed lightly, lowering his fist below his nose to cover his embarrassment. If he had known, he would have just warned her directly. He hesitated only slightly, and unexpectedly, he was mistaken for a pervert. These days, it's really not easy to be a good person!

Although he really hoped she would strip naked for him, he wasn't stupid enough to think that if he really defeated her, Lin Wan'er would strip naked for him. Not only would he not do such a thing, but even if she really did strip naked for him, he might not dare to look. What if he had to take responsibility for it after just one look? That would be a huge loss!

Thinking it over, he could only say, "Teacher Lin, it's not that I don't want to compete with you, but this place isn't really suitable, and these clothes of yours might really hinder your movements. You wouldn't want your performance to be affected by your attire, would you? So, I think we should call it off!"

Lin Wan'er thought it made sense. Wearing a skirt, she couldn't very well shamelessly kick her legs repeatedly, could she? If she did, wouldn't she expose her most private parts to the other person? Wouldn't that be giving Yang Fan a free ride?

Although she said she would strip naked in front of Yang Fan if he defeated her, it didn't mean she was shameless. On the contrary, she was far more conservative in this regard than most women. She only said that to provoke Yang Fan.

But how could she let this golden opportunity slip by? Especially since she discovered that Yang Fan was secretly laughing when she was in a difficult position. Discovering this made her even more furious!

"I can change my clothes right away. As for the location, the Tianwei Martial Arts School across from the school will do. I have a good relationship with the people there, and they can make room for us anytime. So you have to fight today, whether you like it or not. Come with me to the Tianwei Martial Arts School right now!"

Just as Yang Fan was secretly pleased with his shrewdness and eloquence, Lin Wan'er's words reached her ears again...

Chapter 39 [Tianwei Martial Arts School]

The Tianwei Martial Arts School is located directly opposite Peking University. Perhaps due to feng shui, or some other reason, the Tianwei Martial Arts School, like Peking University, enjoys a renowned reputation throughout the country!

Peking University is a pinnacle institution of education, and the Tianwei Martial Arts School is equally prominent in the Chinese martial arts world. Branches of the Tianwei Martial Arts School can be found almost everywhere in China. The head of the Tianwei Martial Arts School is the president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association, whose reputation, like the school itself, is known both domestically and internationally.

It is said that students of the Tianwei Martial Arts School are all over the country; you might encounter one of his disciples anywhere. Besides its own training program, Tianwei Martial Arts Academy also operates in various other sectors, including security, bodyguard, fitness equipment wholesale, and fitness clubs.

Therefore, in addition to its renowned reputation in the martial arts world, Tianwei Martial Arts Academy also wields considerable influence in the business world. Its influence is also significant in the military and political spheres, as many military instructors have studied martial arts there.

Yang Fan had naturally heard of Tianwei Martial Arts Academy, but he hadn't expected Lin Wan'er to claim she was very familiar with the people at the main branch. This made Yang Fan suspicious, and considering her impressive strength, he vaguely guessed what was going on…

Almost dragged along by Lin Wan'er, Yang Fan arrived at Tianwei Martial Arts Academy.

Two large red-lacquered gates, flanked by two stone lions weighing at least a thousand kilograms each, marked this ancient courtyard, which, according to legend, was the residence of a Qing Dynasty prince. Now, it was the location of the main branch of Tianwei Martial Arts Academy.

Lin Wan'er seemed very familiar with the place; even the old man guarding the gate greeted her warmly. Holding Yang Fan's hand, Lin Wan'er, like a hostess, went straight into the martial arts hall.

However, as soon as they entered, Yang Fan sensed a strange atmosphere. He discovered that the large courtyard was completely empty, devoid of anyone.

At the same time, Lin Wan'er also realized something was amiss. Forgetting their upcoming sparring match, and even forgetting she was still holding Yang Fan's hand, she hurriedly ran towards the training hall.

Upon reaching the training hall, they saw that it was packed with over a thousand people, gathered together, occasionally erupting in cheers.

Seeing this scene, Lin Wan'er frowned slightly. Her intuition told her that something was strange, but for the moment she didn't know what was happening.

Just then, a member of the Tianwei Martial Arts School passed by her and was quickly grabbed by Lin Wan'er, who asked, "Quick, tell me, what happened here?"

The student, who was about to watch the commotion, was suddenly stopped and was about to curse when he turned around and saw that it was Lin Wan'er who had grabbed him. His anger was immediately replaced by a forced smile: "It's Senior Sister Lin! I heard someone came to challenge the martial arts school, and even Master has come out!"

"What? Challenge the school?"

Hearing this, Lin Wan'er was stunned. In the ordinary world, who was this blind fool who dared to challenge the Tianwei Martial Arts School? Didn't they know the strength of the Tianwei Martial Arts School?

Besides, what era are we living in? Although there are many other martial arts schools in Yanjing besides the Tianwei Martial Arts School, they have always kept to themselves. Although there is some competition behind the scenes, they never openly challenge each other.

But now, someone actually came to Tianwei Martial Arts Academy to challenge them. After the initial shock, Lin Wan'er was immediately furious!

"I want to see which blind bastard dares to cause trouble at Tianwei Martial Arts Hall! I'll beat him so badly he won't even recognize his own father!"

Ignoring Yang Fan, Lin Wan'er squeezed through the crowd and into the center of the training hall.

Seeing Lin Wan'er's furious expression, Yang Fan was speechless. This Lin Wan'er, though possessing a ladylike, angelic face, had a volatile heart, and when she got angry, she disregarded her status completely!

Originally, Yang Fan wanted to avoid Lin Wan'er at all costs; just a moment ago, he was thinking about how to escape. But now, he didn't want to leave!

Challenging a martial arts school—what a wonderful thing! He was fortunate enough to witness such a legendary spectacle today; how could he easily miss it?

Furthermore, he wanted to see who dared to vandalize the Tianwei Martial Arts School's signboard. Come to think of it, he had quite a history with the school…

Looking at the sea of people ahead, Yang Fan shook his head slightly. Unlike Lin Wan'er, he didn't force his way in. Instead, his shoulders suddenly twitched, and he slipped through a gap in the crowd like a slippery eel.

Those he pushed through felt a slight tilt to the sides, not feeling much pressure, but Yang Fan had already squeezed in!

In the open space surrounded by thousands of people, two figures were engaged in a fierce battle. One was wearing the Tianwei Martial Arts School's training uniform, while the other wore samurai attire from some island nation.

"An island nation?"

Moving away from the samurai-clad man, Yang Fan noticed a small group of about ten people in the crowd, dressed exactly like the island nation. Moreover, their expressions were all extremely arrogant.

In contrast, the Tianwei Martial Arts School side was filled with indignation. With just a glance, Yang Fan roughly guessed what was going on. Yang Fan had never had a good impression of these self-important islanders; given their island-centric ways, they were definitely here under the guise of a friendly spar to cause trouble.

Shaking his head, he had expected something exciting, but when he saw that the challengers were just a bunch of Japanese, he immediately lost interest.

How could he not know the level of martial arts in Japan? Their self-proclaimed national arts, karate and judo, in Yang Fan's eyes, were nothing more than fancy moves, meant for show, utterly devoid of any real offensive power.

As for the Tianwei Martial Arts School, Yang Fan knew that with the strength of its master, dealing with these islanders would be no challenge at all.

Yang Fan enjoyed watching people spar and learning from them, but he had absolutely no interest in matches where the skill gap was so large.

Then, he suddenly remembered that Lin Wan'er had been trying to cause him trouble. Now that he finally had a chance to escape, he'd be a fool not to make a quick getaway!

Thinking this, Yang Fan immediately tried to leave, but the moment he turned around, he suddenly stopped. He noticed that the Japanese samurai's punches carried a chilling aura…

"An Onmyoji?"

Startled, Yang Fan immediately stopped.

He realized that every time the Japanese samurai attacked, invisible currents of energy rippled around his body. Each time these currents rippled, the student from the Tianwei Martial Arts Academy, who was fighting him, would pause slightly, his expression momentarily dazed.

This was only for a brief moment, not enough to cause him to lose quickly, but precisely because of this, his punches were always half a beat slower than his opponent's. In fact, the fact that they had remained evenly matched was due to the Onmyoji's deliberate manipulation!

"Why are these cryptic fellows suddenly appearing here? Do they have some ulterior motive?"

Yang Fan knew that Onmyoji were not only unfamiliar to the Chinese, but even in Japan, very few people knew about them. These Onmyoji acted mysteriously and unpredictably, like parasites living in the shadows, hiding among ordinary people. They would never reveal their identities unless absolutely necessary, and most people couldn't detect their existence.

Furthermore, their understanding of Onmyoji was limited to comics or novels, believing them to be nonexistent.

But Yang Fan's understanding of Onmyoji went far beyond mere knowledge. He had even interacted with them before and was very familiar with their aura. That's why he could immediately recognize these people as Onmyoji.

Yang Fan knew very well that these Onmyoji living in the shadows wouldn't gather together unless there was something very important. But now, not only were they gathered in large numbers, but they were also actively revealing their identities and coming to China. There must be some ulterior motive behind this.

Originally, Yang Fan wanted to slip away as quickly as possible, but now he had no choice but to stay. Although the whole matter had nothing to do with him, since it involved the Tianwei Martial Arts School, he had to get involved!

Based on his understanding of Onmyoji, he knew that beneath this seemingly arrogant challenge, there must be a huge conspiracy hidden.

"Bang!"

Just as Yang Fan was pondering his plan, the battlefield suddenly changed. The Japanese samurai changed his previous style and kicked the Tianwei Martial Arts School student in the waist. With a sound of bones breaking, the student was sent flying three zhang away!

"Pathetic... a single blow! Chinese Kung Fu is nothing more than this!"

After severely injuring his opponent, the Japanese samurai said in broken Chinese, while also extending his middle finger in a downward gesture.

"You...who else dares to challenge me? If not, then...I'll take your Tianwei Martial Arts Academy's reputation with me! It seems this so-called Tianwei Martial Arts Academy has no real masters, just a bunch of fame-seeking fools!"

Hearing the arrogant words, all the members of Tianwei Martial Arts Academy were furious, shouting and ready to charge.

"Let me do it!"

However, at this moment, a calm voice suddenly rang out. His voice wasn't loud, but after hearing it, everyone present fell silent.

Chapter 40 [Escalating Conflict]

"Let me do it!"

Hearing this sudden voice, everyone, including Yang Fan, turned their gaze to the source of the voice.

The speaker was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, over eight feet tall, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. His facial features were perfectly sculpted, handsome without being effeminate, masculine without being vulgar. His well-proportioned muscles were neither abrupt nor thin, making him a truly handsome man.

What was even more surprising was that his seemingly casual stance exuded a mountain-like composure, and beneath his bulging skin, one could clearly feel the immense power he possessed.

He radiated the unique aura of a soldier; his calm demeanor carried a faint hint of bloodlust. Yang Fan knew that only those who had truly fought on the battlefield and endured the trials of war could possess such an aura.

"This is a soldier, a special forces soldier, and a man who has seen real combat!"

With just one glance, Yang Fan gave the man before him extremely high praise!

"It's Senior Brother! Senior Brother is here!"

"Yes, with Senior Brother here, we have nothing to fear. With Senior Brother's abilities, he can definitely defeat these arrogant Japanese!"

"That's right, Senior Brother can definitely do it! Now, Senior Brother can avenge us!"

As soon as the man appeared, excited shouts erupted from the crowd. Yang Fan noticed that even Lin Wan'er had run to the man's side, holding his hand and whispering something.

From her flushed face, Yang Fan could easily tell that Lin Wan'er had an almost blind adoration for this man. Moreover, their relationship seemed quite special. For some reason

, when Yang Fan saw Lin Wan'er being intimate with that man, a surge of anger inexplicably rose within him, as if a huge boulder was lodged in his chest, making him want to explode.

"What's wrong with me? She has nothing to do with me, so why do I feel so uncomfortable seeing her with another man?"

Shaking his head, even Yang Fan was surprised by his own inexplicable unease. However, the more he tried to convince himself, the stronger the displeasure became.

Just as Yang Fan was feeling this unease, the man had already reached the Japanese samurai. The man showed no displeasure at the Japanese samurai's earlier actions; instead, he calmly observed him.

After a long while, he finally spoke, "So you're the one who boasted about taking on the entire Tianwei Martial Arts School and trying to tear down its signboard?"

"That's right, exactly. What? You want to be beaten half to death like them? Give me your name. I, Yagyu Yosen, never lay a hand on nobodies. Judging from your appearance, you seem quite strong; you should be able to last a few rounds against me."

"Is that so? But I don't think I need to register. I'm just an ordinary member of the Tianwei Martial Arts School. Of course, if you want to know my name, that's fine too. I'll tell you when I've beaten you to a pulp!" "

A member of the Yagyu family?"

Yang Fan, listening to their conversation, frowned slightly.

The Yagyu family is a very ancient clan in Japan, and they represent a significant force among the Japanese Onmyoji (Yin-Yang Masters). It's rumored that more than half of Japan's Onmyoji come from the Yagyu family. No one knows the true strength of this family, but in Japan, even the government doesn't dare to easily take action against the Yagyu family, demonstrating just how formidable they are.

Now, the sudden appearance of members of the Yagyu family in China has made Yang Fan realize the seriousness of the situation. The Yagyu family rarely makes a move, but when they do, it's always a momentous event!

"Hey? Yang Fan, I didn't expect you to be here too? See? That's my senior brother. He's the most powerful expert in the entire martial arts school. Don't think you're so great just because you've taken advantage of me a few times. If my senior brother makes a move, you definitely won't last a single move, believe it or not?"

Just as Yang Fan was pondering this, Lin Wan'er suddenly ran up to him, pointing at the man. Judging from her tone, she seemed even more excited than if he were to make a move himself.

A bitter smile crept across Yang Fan's face. Even though he had managed to regain his composure earlier, Lin Wan'er's words still infuriated him, but he remained silent.

In fact, with his keen eyesight, he could clearly see that while the man's strength might be decent for an ordinary person, it was unrealistic to expect him to be able to defeat an Onmyoji. He was well aware of the Onmyoji's unpredictable and mysterious methods.

However, he didn't tell Lin Wan'er any of this, because he could tell that given her current state of mind, she wouldn't listen to anything he said. On the contrary, speaking ill of the man at this moment would only provoke her greater resentment and lead her to label him as jealous and narrow-minded.

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't respond to her words, Lin Wan'er couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Just now, when she was talking to the man, she clearly felt a hint of displeasure in Yang Fan's eyes. It was as if someone had stolen something she cherished. Although she didn't understand why Yang Fan had such an expression, at that moment, she felt an indescribable joy in her heart!

Because of her personality, from childhood to adulthood, both men and women would run away as far as mice in front of a cat when they saw her, never daring to approach her. This resulted in her having virtually no friends growing up, not even close sisters, let alone a boyfriend.

However, Yang Fan, this boy who suddenly appeared in her life, actually chatted happily with her during that self-study period—the happiest conversation she'd had in over twenty years, a feeling she'd never experienced before. It was

this unprecedented feeling that sparked her curiosity about Yang Fan, making her want to try and understand him. But who would have thought that when she went to call him, he would sneak up on her, touching a place she'd never been touched by a boy before? Not only that, but she also inexplicably bumped into his arms…

Even Lin Wan'er herself didn't know how she felt about this boy who had her first intimate contact, this boy who had touched a place she'd never been touched before.

But she knew that deep down, she wasn't truly disgusted by what happened. The reason she kept causing trouble for Yang Fan was partly to save face, and partly as a way to mask her inner fear.

Having never been in a relationship before, she had no idea how to handle this situation. She just wanted to keep causing trouble for Yang Fan, and the reason he dragged her here today was for the same reason.

However, when she noticed Yang Fan's displeasure at seeing her with her senior brother, she suddenly felt a strange sweetness mixed with a nameless panic. She was afraid he might misunderstand.

That's why she went to Yang Fan, wanting to find an opportunity to explain. But perhaps she used the wrong approach, or perhaps she didn't know how to bring it up, because her tone sounded rather arrogant to Yang Fan. This was something she hadn't anticipated!

She wanted to explain further, but when she saw Yang Fan's indifferent expression, her pride flared up. Why should she explain to him? He was just her student, and a student who had even been disrespectful to her at that. Why should she care about his feelings? The angrier he was, the happier she should be!

"Since the other party doesn't care about me at all, wouldn't it be presumptuous of me to do this?"

Thinking this, all the chaotic thoughts that had been swirling in Lin Wan'er's mind vanished instantly, replaced by a nameless anger—the anger of being ignored and the resentment of having one's good intentions taken for granted!

Seeing the displeasure on Lin Wan'er's face, Yang Fan also felt that he might have gone too far. After all, she was his teacher, and he shouldn't have given her such a hard time. Thinking this, Yang Fan finally decided to speak his true thoughts. After a brief silence, he said, "Teacher Lin, I think you need to remind your friend that this Japanese samurai is no ordinary person!"

"Hmph, my senior brother is no ordinary person either! What? Is someone jealous?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Lin Wan'er regretted them. She could tell that Yang Fan's tone wasn't deliberately sarcastic, but she was angry at the moment and didn't think about such things. But she wasn't the type to explain herself, and although she knew she was wrong, she couldn't admit it immediately.

"Sigh, since Teacher Lin trusts your senior brother so much, then forget it!"

Yang Fan opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed the rest of his words.

He had tried hard not to appear narrow-minded, but since the other party had already decided he was that kind of person, what difference did it make whether he said anything or not?

Given his past personality, would he have cared about others' feelings? But who would have thought his first attempt to show goodwill would have such an effect? At this moment, what could he do besides self-deprecation?

Unconsciously, Yang Fan realized that the vague feelings he had for Lin Wan'er had completely vanished without a trace.

Not only him, but even Lin Wan'er felt that the distance between her and Yang Fan had suddenly widened. Even though he was standing right in front of her, an invisible chasm had appeared between them…

Chapter 41

[As Long As He's My Brother] They had talked, chatted, argued, fought, had misunderstandings, and played with ambiguity. These teacher and student, who should have been on parallel paths, unexpectedly intertwined because of these experiences… However, being so naive and inexperienced in romantic relationships, a single sentence caused their already immature feelings to completely disappear—something neither of them had anticipated!

But can matters of the heart truly be measured by reason? If he could, why did Yang Fan feel a strange sense of loss besides disappointment at this moment?

She wasn't the first woman he had ever fallen for, but Yang Fan had to admit that she was a woman he had been attracted to. Even if that attraction hadn't truly reached the point of being unforgettable, he had still been moved by her, and now, giving her up was more than just empty words.

It's said that first love is the most unforgettable. Although this feeling can't compare to first love, it's still unforgettable for Yang Fan, a virgin...

"Why am I so stubborn? If I weren't so proud, why would I be like this? But how am I supposed to explain this now? Tell him that my senior brother is actually my older brother? But I have no relationship with him at all, so how am I supposed to explain this? If I rashly say it, will he think I'm promiscuous and infatuated?"

Similarly, Lin Wan'er was also very flustered at this moment. She vaguely felt that a "feeling" was about to leave her, but as for whether this "feeling" was friendship or love, she didn't know...

She wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to speak; she wanted to apologize, but she didn't know what to say... So, she could only bury everything deep in her heart and bear all the bitter consequences of her "stubbornness"!

Just moments before, she was filled with excitement for the impending battle, but now, her mind was elsewhere, and she didn't even know what she was thinking...

At that moment, the senior brother Lin Wan'er had mentioned was already engaged in combat with the Japanese samurai. Yang Fan keenly sensed that every time the samurai made a move, a soft, transparent object would wrap around his opponent.

Yang Fan knew that this was the signature technique of Onmyoji: Shikigami. Shikigami are spirits controlled by Onmyoji using special methods; they are spirits invisible to ordinary people, what people usually call souls.

Ordinary Shikigami are formed from paper cuttings and can be summoned using talismans. They can even be used to control human souls. Some Shikigami are based on living beings, but these are mostly Gu, used for curses.

The shikigami used by the samurai before him was likely a very low-level one. High-level shikigami could be used in actual combat, while this one could only barely disrupt the opponent's nerves and vision. Of course, it was also possible that the samurai chose a low-level shikigami to avoid revealing his identity.

Shaking his head, Yang Fan knew the man's defeat was inevitable. Although he was strong, he was limited to ordinary people. He could probably handle ten or so ordinary men, but an Onmyoji, in a sense, was no ordinary person.

Therefore, their fight was on completely different levels. If the samurai hadn't been afraid of revealing his identity, he probably wouldn't have lasted ten rounds.

"Bang!"

Just as Yang Fan shook his head, the man suddenly froze. His opponent seized the opportunity, striking him in the waist with lightning speed. The man immediately followed in the footsteps of the previous Tianwei Martial Arts Hall members!

"Brother!"

Seeing the man kicked away by the Japanese samurai, Lin Wan'er couldn't think of anything else. Almost as soon as she uttered the words, she rushed to the man's side!

"What? Brother?"

Yang Fan was stunned, completely stunned! Lin Wan'er's "brother" left him speechless!

Brother? Looking closely, Yang Fan realized that although they were a beauty and the beast combination, their features were surprisingly similar. The man's rough appearance even bore a resemblance to Lin Wan'er...

"What... what's going on?"

Shocked, Yang Fan immediately grabbed a student beside him and asked, "She called him brother? What's their relationship?"

The student didn't know who Yang Fan was referring to, but following Yang Fan's pointing finger, he realized, "You mean Junior Sister and Senior Brother? They're brothers, our sect leader's son and daughter! What, you didn't know?" "

..."

This time, Yang Fan was completely speechless. They were brothers; being affectionate was perfectly normal. Why was he jealous? Besides, even if they weren't brothers, it was just holding hands, what's wrong with that?

Thinking this to himself, Yang Fan swept away his previous displeasure. Even he himself didn't know he would feel so relieved upon hearing the news. He found that now, looking at that man—no, Lin Wan'er's brother—he actually seemed much more agreeable!

"Haha, it's good he's my brother, it's good he's my brother! So they're siblings! I knew it, how could that be, haha..."

Thinking of his triumph, Yang Fan couldn't help but grin foolishly.

"Is this guy crazy?"

Seeing Yang Fan's exuberant expression, the student who had answered his question looked puzzled. Everyone in the world knew about the lively siblings Lin Wan'er and Lin Wan'er; how could this person not know? Was he from Mars?

Ignoring the student's suspicious gaze, Yang Fan scurried to Lin Wan'er's side, asking with concern, "Teacher Lin, is your brother alright?"

"Did you say he's alright?"

Lin Wan'er glared at Yang Fan fiercely, looking displeased. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have been distracted; if she hadn't been distracted, she wouldn't have missed how her brother had been injured by the opponent!

Ignoring the other person's gaze, Yang Fan squatted down next to Lin Wan'er and said, "Um... um, Teacher Lin, I know a little about medicine. Would you like me to take a look at your brother?"

"You know medicine?"

Although Lin Wan'er had a fiery temper, she wasn't unreasonable. On the contrary, she was very intelligent; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken a teaching position at Peking University in her early twenties.

Thinking back, Yang Fan had just told her that her brother couldn't beat the opponent, and now it had all come true. So, his claim of medical knowledge was probably true. However, this matter concerned her brother's safety, so she dared not be careless.

That Japanese fighter had used all his strength in his last kick. Her brother not only had three broken ribs, but also suffered severe internal injuries. Blood was flowing from his mouth, nostrils, eyes, and ears—a clear sign of internal organ damage.

"I know a little bit, but I can still heal this injury!"

Yang Fan said this not to show off. He often left the temple to train and frequently got injured, and he treated those injuries himself. As the saying goes, experience makes one a doctor, and besides, the temple had many books on medicine, which he had studied extensively. Although he wouldn't dare call himself a grandmaster, he certainly possessed the skills of a master.

"Then please take a look at my brother!"

Seeing that Yang Fan's expression didn't seem fake, Lin Wan'er disregarded the unpleasantness between them and directly pulled Yang Fan's hand to look at her brother's wrist, seemingly wanting him to take his pulse.

Although he enjoyed the feeling of her soft hand holding his, he could see the injury at a glance and there was no need to take his pulse. He broke free from her pull, and under Lin Wan'er's questioning gaze, Yang Fan's right hand flashed out, quickly sealing more than ten major acupoints on her brother's body.

At the same time, he gently swished his palm left and right, and the clothes on Lin Wan'er's brother's injured area automatically opened to the sides, revealing the purplish wound underneath.

He secretly channeled his inner energy and gently patted his palm on the wound. At the same time, a white stream of energy, invisible to the naked eye, slowly flowed into his brother's body through his palm, repairing his damaged organs.

Having silently observed Yang Fan's actions, Lin Wan'er, being quite worldly-wise, naturally understood his intention in sealing those major acupoints. However, seeing him tear her brother's clothes with a mere flick of his wrist was unbelievable. Then, Yang Fan healed her brother's injuries in a way she had never seen before, leaving her speechless with astonishment.

"Is this the legendary internal energy healing? Does he not understand true qi?"

Curious, Lin Wan'er couldn't help but scrutinize Yang Fan a few times.

Yang Fan was incredibly handsome, his features and skin possessing the delicate texture of marble sculpture. Even his casual gestures exuded a natural elegance, carrying a certain aristocratic air—high and mighty, yet polite and courteous, seemingly approachable but actually unapproachable.

His gaze held a burning intensity, especially when he was focused on something, possessing an indescribable charisma that drew the attention of others.

It's said that men focused on their work are incredibly charming, a notion Lin Wan'er had never believed. But now, as Yang Fan concentrated on healing his brother, she found him utterly captivating. Her heart raced, and her cheeks flushed crimson...

"Cough cough!"

Just then, the man who had been knocked unconscious by the Japanese samurai suddenly coughed violently, his face flushing. He gradually regained consciousness.

"Brother, brother, you're awake! Are you alright?"

Hearing her brother's voice, Lin Wan'er forgot all about Yang Fan and immediately focused her attention on him.

"Hoo!"

At the same time, Yang Fan withdrew his hand. His actions, though seemingly brief, had taken a considerable toll on him; even his forehead was beaded with sweat.

Just as he looked up to wipe the sweat from his brow, a white handkerchief suddenly appeared in front of him…

Chapter 42 [A Handkerchief Conveys Affection]

“Third update today, please add to your favorites!”

Slightly startled, Yang Fan didn’t react for a moment when he saw the handkerchief suddenly appear before him. However, at that moment, the owner of the handkerchief took it and began to wipe the sweat from his brow.

Smelling the delicate fragrance emanating from the handkerchief, Yang Fan looked at its owner with surprise. He never expected her to wipe his sweat…

As if sensing Yang Fan's gaze, Lin Wan'er blushed slightly, but she tried to remain calm, continuing to wipe Yang Fan's sweat while whispering, "Don't overthink it, I'm just… just thanking you for saving my brother!"

"Understood, understood!"

Although he enjoyed the feeling, Yang Fan was still a little embarrassed to accept her "gentleness" in this situation. "I'll do it myself!"

Taking the handkerchief from her, Yang Fan wiped his forehead haphazardly, but he didn't return it to her. Instead, before she could ask for it back, he had already put the handkerchief in his pocket.

Seeing Yang Fan's actions, Lin Wan'er felt even more shy. In this day and age, few people use handkerchiefs; most are used to tissues. People like Lin Wan'er who still use handkerchiefs are extremely rare.

In ancient times, handkerchiefs were similar to women's undergarments—both were intimate items that girls would never allow others to touch unless it was their beloved.

Although Lin Wan'er wasn't so conservative, her heart still raced when she saw Yang Fan put away her handkerchief. His actions seemed to be hinting at something…

In fact, Lin Wan'er misinterpreted Yang Fan's meaning. He simply felt embarrassed returning her handkerchief after soiling it and wanted to wash it before giving it back. Little did he know that this small gesture would lead Lin Wan'er to mistakenly believe he was confessing his feelings… At this moment

, although Yang Fan had stopped Lin Wan'er's brother's injuries, he was unable to speak for a short time. This wasn't because Yang Fan was too strong, but because he had secretly used the power of a shikigami in that kick, which was why Yang Fan was struggling to heal him.

The Japanese samurai was equally shocked to see Yang Fan stop Lin Wan'er's brother's injuries so quickly. He knew perfectly well what Yang Fan had done, but he never expected that this seemingly young man could break his shikigami.

However, despite his shock, he remained outwardly calm. Seeing Yang Fan ignore him, he coldly snorted, "Who are you? This is a matter between me and Tianwei Martial Arts School. If you're not from Tianwei Martial Arts School, please step aside." He

said this because he noticed Yang Fan wasn't wearing Tianwei Martial Arts School's training uniform, and from the puzzled expressions of the other students, he deduced that they didn't recognize him, meaning he was likely not a student of Tianwei Martial Arts School.

Although the Japanese samurai was arrogant, he knew that Chinese masters were often secretive; even an old man picking up trash on the street might be a martial arts expert. Moreover, he had a specific purpose for coming to China. Therefore, he didn't want to cause any trouble. Of course, the most important thing was that Yang Fan's displayed methods had shocked him.

Slowly rising, Yang Fan shifted his gaze to the Japanese samurai, first sizing him up, then frowning slightly as he said, "You're from the Yagyu family, aren't you? This isn't a place for you. Although China is a hospitable nation, we don't like unclean things coming here!"

Hearing Yang Fan's words, the Japanese samurai's expression changed drastically. Others might not understand Yang Fan's meaning, but how could he not?

Yang Fan's words conveyed two meanings: first, he knew of the Yagyu family's existence; second, he had seen through his identity as an Onmyoji.

Both of these points were incredibly shocking. Not to mention how mysterious Onmyoji were, very few people in the world knew about the Yagyu family, yet this man, seemingly no more than twenty years old, knew of their existence.

Seeing that the other party remained unmoved, Yang Fan continued, "A few years ago, I met a guy named Yagyu Gen. He should be from your family, right? Go back and tell him that I said whatever your purpose is, you'd better stop now, otherwise, the Yagyu family will be completely destroyed because of his ambition!"

Hearing Yang Fan mention Yagyu Gen, the Japanese samurai could no longer remain calm. If Yang Fan's previous words had shocked him, then this next sentence filled him with terror!

Because Yagyu Gen was the current patriarch of the Yagyu family. He was not only a legend in the entire Yagyu family, but also the most outstanding genius in the Yin-Yang world for hundreds of years. In Japan, Yagyu Gen's prestige almost surpassed that of His Majesty the Emperor.

In Japan, no one dared to call Yagyu Gen by his real name, nor did anyone dare to show him the slightest disrespect. Yet this young man not only directly uttered Yagyu Gen's name but also spoke with such arrogance.

"What? Do I have to say it again?"

This time, Yang Fan's voice rose a few decibels, his eyes narrowing, and two chilling beams of light suddenly shot from them, aimed directly at the Japanese samurai.

"Bang!"

Sweeping across Yang Fan's piercing gaze, the Japanese samurai's body went limp, and he knelt on the ground.

Gasping for breath, his face was filled with terror. Just the instant the other man's eyes locked onto him, he felt as if a thousand knives had pierced his body simultaneously. The chilling killing intent made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body turning cold, and deep in his heart, not even the slightest will to resist could rise.

If he had previously harbored any doubts about Yang Fan's words, at this moment, he dared not doubt them in the slightest. It wasn't that he believed everything Yang Fan said, but rather that he dared not disbelieve. He knew that if he didn't leave now, his life was over!

This feeling was terrifying; he had never experienced such intense killing intent before. The bone-chilling cold was even more terrifying than when he faced purification at the Yasukuni Shrine…

Without daring to linger, he shouted a few words in Japanese to his companions behind him. Immediately, someone came and carried him away, and the group slunk off. Compared to their arrogant arrival, their tails between their legs was incredibly ironic.

However, amidst their joy, all the students of the Tianwei Martial Arts Academy turned their attention to Yang Fan. At this moment, in their eyes, Yang Fan was an omnipotent god. Even their senior brother couldn't handle this expert, yet he was terrified by a few words from this man. Wasn't this man a master among masters? Just how strong was he?

Not only them, but even Lin Wan'er and her brother were staring at Yang Fan with curiosity. Lin Wan'er, in particular, suddenly realized that her student was full of secrets...

Outside the Tianwei Pavilion, among the Japanese samurai, a short man with a black beard asked the samurai who had been frightened to kneel by Yang Fan, "Yagyu-kun, what do we do now? Are we really going to go back to our country just because we were scared by that Chinese guy?"

Although the short man didn't say it explicitly, he was clearly very dissatisfied with Yagyu Yosen's previous actions, especially since he had been frightened to kneel down by a few words. In his eyes, this was a disgrace, the greatest disgrace for a samurai!

Yagyu Yosen was perfectly aware of the mockery in the other man's voice, but he remained unfazed and said, "Yamamoto-kun, everything in this operation will be under my command. However, since you're not satisfied, I'll give you a chance. You will command this mission, and I will return to my country immediately!"

"Hmph, so this is the elite of the Yagyu family? Very well, since you're so cowardly, then let my Yamamoto family handle this matter. Even without your Yin-Yang family's cooperation, with my Yamamoto family's ninja forces, is there no place in this world we wouldn't dare to go?"

With that, the short man turned and left.

Only after the short man had completely disappeared from sight did the other samurai speak up, asking, "Yagyu-kun, isn't Yamamoto-kun in danger acting alone? What should we do?"

"Since he's courting death, why should we stop him? Ignore him, let's return to our country immediately and report this to the clan head!"

Looking in the direction the man had gone, a cold glint flashed in Yagyu Yosen's eyes. Just from the hint of killing intent Yang Fan had shown earlier, he knew that even if all of them attacked, they might not be a match for him. So, why throw their lives away

needlessly? Some say that knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into them, is a sign of courage. But in his view, it's a sign of stupidity. Knowing there are tigers and still going is just offering yourself up as food. Such a foolish act is not something a smart person like him would do…

Now that someone has taken the initiative to test the other's strength, why not take this opportunity to distance ourselves? Perhaps this could weaken the Yamamoto family's power in Japan, making the Yagyu family the sole dominant force in the country.

Inside the martial arts hall, the crowd had been dispersed, and the injured students had been taken to the hospital by Lin Wan'er's people. In the blink of an eye, only Yang Fan and Lin Wan'er's brother remained in the large training hall.

Finally, Lin Wan'er's brother broke the silence first, saying, "Hello, it's nice to meet you. My name is Lin Feng, and I'm Wan'er's brother!"

Seeing the outstretched hand, Yang Fan could only extend his hand to shake it, saying, "Hello, my name is Yang Fan, and I'm Teacher Lin's student."

"Student?"

Lin Feng was taken aback upon hearing Yang Fan's words. Finally, he added, "I thought it was Wan'er's new boyfriend..."

Chapter 43 [The Master's Invitation]

"I thought it was Wan'er's new boyfriend..."

Lin Feng's mutterings were soft, but he deliberately didn't lower his voice. Besides, the two people beside him were not ordinary people; their hearing was extraordinary. His seemingly intentional actions wouldn't escape the ears of those who were paying attention.

"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? He's my student!"

Lin Wan'er was extremely embarrassed. Although she vaguely had that thought in her heart, she immediately rejected it when she thought about their identities. If word got out at Peking University that she was having a teacher-student relationship with her student, how could she continue to live her life? Besides, he's so much younger than me…

“So what if he's a student? What era are we living in? Besides, aren't relationships between older women and younger men, and teacher-student relationships, all popular now? Sis

, you're not that old-fashioned, are you?” When Yang Fan first heard Lin Feng's self-introduction, he found it rather unbelievable. Such a big guy, he must be the type with a big head and no brains; having such a refined name was simply an insult to him.

But now Yang Fan realized that this seemingly rough and tough guy, beneath his gorilla-like exterior, actually hid a cunning mind like a fox.

He actually knew how to read people's expressions and even used his sister's reaction to confirm his suspicions. No wonder he was a special forces soldier; his reconnaissance work was truly extraordinary!

However, Yang Fan's goodwill towards this big guy was rapidly increasing. "This guy's got it all figured out, hmm, looks like I'll need to mentor him more in the future, maybe we can even become best buddies like brother-in-law..."

"Yang Fan, my dad wants to see you!"

Just as Yang Fan was lost in his daydreams, Lin Wan'er's voice reached his ears. Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw Lin Wan'er waving away a student, presumably the one who had just informed her.

"Oh? See me? That's great, I've been wanting to see him too, let's go!"

Lin Wan'er had expected Yang Fan to show a terrified and flustered expression when he heard his father wanted to see him, and she even asked, "What? Your dad wants to see me? But I'm not prepared at all..."

However, she hadn't expected Yang Fan to be so calm. Even worse, he actually said he wanted to see his own father too! Who did he think he was? Did he think his father was someone anyone could just see whenever they wanted?

At that moment, the initial shame in Lin Wan'er's heart was immediately replaced by an inexplicable anger. In her view, the other party's calm reaction to the news could only mean two things. First, he didn't care about her at all, so naturally he wouldn't be afraid to see her father; second, he had absolute confidence, or rather, blind confidence—in other words, this guy was completely out of his mind!

But was he the kind of person who was blindly confident? No. Although they hadn't known each other for long, Lin Wan'er had a certain understanding of Yang Fan's personality. Therefore, it could only be the first possibility: he hadn't even considered that this matter had anything to do with him, hence his lack of any psychological burden.

How could Lin Wan'er not be furious at being ignored? This guy had just put her personal handkerchief in his pocket, and now that he was full, he wanted to wipe his mouth clean and run away. Wasn't this just playing around and not wanting to admit responsibility?

Although they hadn't actually done anything yet, judging from Yang Fan's expression, he had no intention of admitting responsibility. How could Lin Wan'er not be angry?

Poor Yang Fan had no idea that he had offended this eccentric Tyrannosaurus Rex again. Besides, he hadn't even eaten anything; how could he not want to admit responsibility? Did he have to take responsibility just because he touched the wrong place? But he had no idea at the time. If he had known he would be held responsible, he would have grabbed her a few more times...

However, being as clever as he was, Yang Fan immediately knew that this beautiful Tyrannosaurus Rex had taken the wrong medicine again after seeing Lin Wan'er's unfriendly expression. The air was thick with tension, and he dared not provoke her at this moment.

Thinking it best to avoid trouble, he shifted his focus to Lin Feng beside him. "Brother Lin, doesn't your father want to see me? But I don't know the way at all. Why don't you take me there?"

"Hmm, okay, okay!"

To be honest, even Lin Feng was stunned by Yang Fan's earlier words. Was this what they called ignorance is bliss? Every time he saw his father, he was terrified. In fact, over the years, just hearing that his father wanted to see him made him tremble uncontrollably. But Yang Fan? He was actually offering to see his father!

If he had a choice, Lin Feng would rather he hadn't struck up a conversation with this guy in the first place. To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy to describe his current situation, it was like getting nothing but trouble instead of getting the lamb...

"Why did you have to provoke him? I was hoping to get some benefits from my sister through him, but now I haven't gotten any benefits and instead have to face that tyrant in my family. What kind of mess is this!"

But despite his complaints, Lin Feng had no choice but to take Yang Fan to meet his father. Not to mention that this was his home, and as the host, he naturally had to act like one. Besides, if he really didn't take him, and this got back to his father, Lin Feng could easily imagine what would happen to him.

"Let's go, Brother Yang, and Wan'er too, you should come along. You haven't seen Dad for days, take this opportunity to go see him!"

Of course, Lin Feng was also being cautious. As the saying goes, good times and bad times are shared, and he couldn't leave his little sister behind as he was about to face his "execution"...

Yang Fan, of course, had no idea what these two extraordinary siblings were thinking. He didn't pay attention to their changing expressions either, because he was also thinking about his own problems, wondering what he should say when he met Lin Wan'er's father.

Of course, this wouldn't be the kind of behavior Lin Wan'er expected when a son-in-law meets his father-in-law, nor would it be the kind of self-righteousness she imagined. Instead, he was contemplating something else entirely...

And so, the three of them, each with their own thoughts, slowly walked towards the backyard of the martial arts school. Tianwei Martial Arts School was an ancient-style building. The front yard was used for accepting disciples and teaching, while the back yard was where the core members of the school lived. And this so-called core was, of course, Lin Wan'er's family.

Passing through a series of round gates, just as Yang Fan was about to get lost, the group finally stopped and arrived at a small courtyard. However, the moment he stepped inside, Yang Fan felt an immense pressure.

That pressure emanated from the far end of the courtyard; intuitively, Yang Fan knew that someone was standing there. However, Yang Fan didn't look at the person, fearing that if he met their gaze, he would lose his composure and ability to make a calm judgment.

But now, Yang Fan finally couldn't resist and glanced up.

From a distance, the figure was indistinct. Only after straining his eyes could he barely make out that the person sitting there was a middle-aged man, around forty years old, standing calmly.

Yet, this middle-aged man, simply standing there so casually, already brought immense pressure to Yang Fan's heart.

He had a ruddy complexion, thick eyebrows, a square face, and a pair of piercing eyes that coldly stared at Yang Fan. For some reason, Yang Fan felt an involuntary sense of submission and fear.

From the moment he entered, Lin Wan'er and her brother had been watching Yang Fan intently. They wanted to see what would happen when their father met Yang Fan, and they were equally curious as to why their father would suddenly meet a stranger.

Given his personality, he rarely received guests, let alone strangers. But now, not only had he met him, but he had specifically requested to see Yang Fan, which naturally piqued the siblings' curiosity.

Although they had previously suspected that their father wanted to see Yang Fan because of them, Lin Wan'er also knew that her father wasn't a rigid person, and relatively speaking, he rarely interfered in his children's private lives.

But now, not only had he met him, but he had also taken the initiative to greet them, which greatly surprised the siblings. Even when their father's friends visited, he rarely went out to greet them.

However, just when they thought Yang Fan recognized their father, they discovered that their father was releasing a powerful aura—an aura only displayed during battle. Even Lin Wan'er and her brother clearly felt the powerful fighting spirit emanating from their father!

"Could it be that Yang Fan's strength is so great that even our father is wary of him? And even wants to fight him?"

This thought flashed through their minds, startling Lin Wan'er and her brother. They knew their father's strength all too well. Although they had practiced martial arts since childhood, they had only learned the basics.

Their father hadn't passed on his truly powerful techniques to them, and Lin Wan'er had often argued with him about this. But despite the arguments, Lin Wan'er was acutely aware of her father's strength, which was why she had been so insistent on learning.

However, while her father would always act according to his whims in other matters, this was something he absolutely refused to discuss. Moreover, their father rarely took action and seldom interfered in the affairs of the martial arts school. They had never seen him suddenly unleash such a powerful aura before.

Faced with their father's overwhelming power, Lin Wan'er and her brother found themselves unable to even move a single toe. So, what kind of pressure was Yang Fan, completely locked in by this aura, enduring?

Yet his expression remained so calm. Amidst the disbelief in Lin Wan'er and her brother's eyes, he walked step by step to their father, and then his next words left the siblings utterly astonished.

"Senior brother, it's been years since we last met, and you've only gotten younger..."

Chapter 44 [Junior Uncle]

"Senior brother?"

Hearing Yang Fan's address to their father, Lin Wan'er and her brother's mouths gaped open, almost big enough to fit several eggs. They never expected Yang Fan to call their father "senior brother"!

This guy, even if he wanted to randomly claim kinship, he couldn't do it like this! Uncle, paternal uncle, even Dad—you can call him that, but not "senior brother"! Isn't that just taking advantage of us?!

What shocked them even more were his father's words.

"Haha, little junior brother, it's been years! You haven't improved in any other areas, but your tongue has certainly gotten sweeter!"

"..."

At that moment, Lin Wan'er and her brother felt dizzy, their minds blank...

"Junior brother? Could they really be fellow disciples? But why have we never heard Dad mention them? Could it be that there's a mysterious master behind Dad, and Yang Fan is another disciple of that master? Right, Dad leaves the martial arts school for a few days every year, does that mean he's going back to his sect?"

A flood of questions rushed into their minds. Lin Wan'er and her brother realized that their father, whom they thought they knew perfectly well, had suddenly become mysterious and unpredictable.

"Dad, what's going on..."

Finally, Lin Wan'er reacted first, pointing at Yang Fan, as if trying to confirm something.

"What 'this' and 'that'? Have you no manners at all? Quickly call him Junior Uncle! How have I always taught you?"

Lin Zhentian glared at Lin Wan'er, his face full of displeasure.

Lin Feng, however, was quick-witted. In his opinion, who cared about Yang Fan's identity? As long as he didn't upset his father, he was willing to do whatever he was told.

Running to Yang Fan's side, Lin Feng, looking like an obedient child, called him "Junior Uncle."

Seeing Lin Feng's behavior, Lin Zhentian's expression softened slightly, but seeing Lin Wan'er still standing there blankly, he couldn't help but feel displeased. His daughter was usually the most worry-free, but why was she so dull today?

"Wan'er, why aren't you calling me Junior Uncle? How can you be so disrespectful? Have you forgotten how your father has always taught you?"

Hearing her father's words, Lin Wan'er was on the verge of collapse. Heavens, what kind of joke is this? Making me call him Junior Uncle? God, please save me! If this gets out, how can I face anyone!

At this moment, Lin Wan'er even had the urge to kill someone to silence them. All those chaotic thoughts from before had vanished without a trace, leaving only endless frustration...

But despite her frustration, she had no choice but to address him as "Junior Uncle" in front of her father. But this address not only lowered her seniority by a level, but also implied that she had completely fallen for him. With this new status, wouldn't she no longer be able to act recklessly in his presence? She wouldn't even be able to avenge the humiliation she had suffered before...

Even Lin Wan'er herself didn't know what her true feelings were. If it was worry about not being able to take revenge now, she also felt a faint bitterness and an indescribable anxiety, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what she was worried about.

Seeing Lin Wan'er's troubled expression, Yang Fan couldn't help but speak up, "Senior brother, please don't make things difficult for Teacher Lin. I'm currently studying at Peking University, and I happen to be Teacher Lin's student. If you force her to call me that, what if Teacher Lin retaliates against me in class later? I'd be in big trouble then. You know, I'm now working under Teacher Lin. Besides, we each follow our own rules. Senior brother, you didn't teach them our sect's techniques, so they're not really our disciples and naturally don't need to abide by the sect rules."

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Lin Wan'er couldn't help but give him a grateful look. How could she not understand that Yang Fan was intentionally making excuses for her? Besides, Yang Fan had already put it this way; even if she really wanted to retaliate, she probably wouldn't be able to swallow her pride.

It has to be said that Yang Fan's move was truly brilliant. Not only did it resolve the immediate trouble, but it also perfectly concluded the misunderstanding between him and Lin Wan'er. Lin Wan'er would surely stop bothering him after this incident, and his previous anxiety could finally be put to rest!

Lin Feng, however, was quite annoyed. Why did the other party not speak up sooner, but only after his junior uncle had already been called out? Wasn't this deliberately taking advantage of him? Was this the legendary matriarchal hierarchy?

His eyes darted around, and a plan suddenly formed in Lin Feng's mind. In his opinion, Yang Fan deliberately prevented Lin Wan'er from calling him junior uncle because he had taken a liking to his sister and feared that this status would affect their relationship.

Therefore, couldn't he use this relationship to his advantage and ultimately escape his "inferior" fate? At this moment, Lin Feng finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel, a glimmer of hope…

“Oh, right, I almost forgot, you’re studying at Peking University now. And you, coming all this way and not even coming to see your senior brother? If Wan’er hadn’t brought you here today, I wouldn’t even know you were in Peking. What? Don’t you consider your senior brother one of your own?”

Hearing Yang Fan’s words, Lin Zhentian didn’t say anything more. In fact, he knew that with his daughter’s personality, getting her to call someone younger than herself “Junior Uncle” was harder than killing her, especially since this person had another identity—he was her student.

Hearing Lin Zhentian begin to question him, Yang Fan could only smile bitterly. He had secretly escaped from his sect; how could he dare come looking for him? Besides, he hadn’t wanted to disturb anyone or have his life disrupted. Who would have thought he would accidentally offend Lin Wan’er? If it weren’t for Lin Wan’er, he probably wouldn’t have come here.

"Senior brother, I think those Japanese people just came to cause trouble, but they seem to have some other purpose. What's going on?"

Helpless, Yang Fan could only try to divert Lin Zhentian's attention.

"I also find this matter rather strange, but I can't quite figure out their purpose. However, it's not just the Japanese; several forces have gathered in Yanjing recently, though they haven't clashed yet, and they've kept their distance very well. This is the first time these Japanese have acted so openly and blatantly. I have a feeling they're waiting for something!"

Hearing Lin Zhentian's words, Yang Fan was slightly taken aback: "Oh? Various forces have gathered? It seems something big is about to happen. Given the Yagyu family's style, they rarely send out Onmyoji unless they have something compelling!"

"That's right, Junior Brother, you've interacted with Onmyoji before. What's your assessment of their strength?"

"I wouldn't call it interaction, just a few encounters. In fact, I've never truly fought an Onmyoji, so I don't really know what methods they have. However, the Onmyoji have managed to firmly hold the top spot in Japan, so their strength must be considerable!"

"..."

Listening to Yang Fan and Lin Zhentian's conversation, Lin Wan'er and her brother were completely bewildered. What Yin-Yang Master, the Yagyu family? They had never heard of them before. Just how many secrets did this mysterious junior uncle hold?

Compared to Lin Wan'er's confusion, Lin Feng's eyes lit up. From his father's conversation with Yang Fan, he could easily tell that this mysterious junior uncle was definitely a super expert. Even if he wasn't as powerful as his father, he certainly wouldn't be far behind.

He had always wanted his father to teach him the real secret techniques, but his father had always refused. But now it was different. With Yang Fan's appearance, he immediately found a breakthrough...

"Hmph, now that I've discovered your relationship, are you afraid you won't budge? You want to woo my sister? Without my brother-in-law's help, do you think you can? Unless you exchange it for cultivation techniques... Hehe, I'm so smart..."

Lin Feng became more and more excited as he thought about it, and he was even ready to drag Yang Fan to some corner and exploit him.

Lin Feng secretly shifted his gaze to his younger sister, even wondering if he should tie her up and offer her to his junior uncle's bed. Maybe then he'd take her as his last disciple…

Lin Wan'er, though lost in thought, still sensed her brother's strange gaze. Turning her head, she found him grinning foolishly. Knowing him well, she immediately guessed what kind of wicked idea he was plotting, and judging from his eyes, his mind was clearly set on her.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?"

Lin Wan'er gently nudged Lin Feng and whispered,

"I was thinking that Junior Uncle must possess some unparalleled divine skill. Do you think if I set you two up, or tie you to his bed, I could exchange you for some super-powerful cultivation techniques? Wouldn't that be incredibly awesome..."

As he spoke, Lin Feng recalled Yang Fan's actions when he healed him. He clearly felt a warm current flowing through his body; without a doubt, that was the legendary true qi. If he gave his little sister to him, maybe he could get a cultivation technique for true qi!

Lin Feng, lost in his fantasies, didn't notice that when he voiced his true thoughts, his sister's eyes practically spitting fire...

At first, Lin Wan'er didn't think much of it; in fact, when she heard Lin Feng say he wanted to set her up with Yang Fan, she even felt a little smug. But when she heard that he actually wanted to tie her up and give her to Yang Fan in exchange for cultivation techniques, that smugness was immediately replaced by anger! What kind of

brother is this? He actually wants to give her away to someone else in exchange for cultivation techniques? Lin Wan'er was furious; she wished she could cripple her brother on the spot!

Chapter 45 [A Real Man]

When Yang Fan came out of the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, it was already afternoon. During that time, Yang Fan and Lin Zhentian talked for a long time. Only after Yang Fan assured Lin Zhentian that he would come back at any time did Lin Zhentian let him leave.

During this time, Yang Fan once again felt his senior brother's care for him. It can be said that in the eighteen years of Yang Fan's life, besides his master, Lin Zhentian was his only family.

Yang Fan's master only took two disciples in his life, and one of them was only a nominal disciple. This nominal disciple was naturally Lin Zhentian.

However, although Lin Zhentian was only a nominal disciple, he was not jealous of Yang Fan's status as his last disciple at all. On the contrary, he protected Yang Fan very much and took great care of him in terms of life. In fact, the reason why Yang Fan was not out of touch with the times was because Lin Zhentian often gave Yang Fan books about various industries, allowing him to keep up with the outside world.

The things Lin Zhentian gave Yang Fan, while not as practical as the martial arts techniques his master taught him, were invaluable treasures in their own right. This knowledge proved immensely helpful during Yang Fan's later adventures.

Lin Zhentian, aware of Yang Fan's physical condition, took extra care of him. Yang Fan remembered that his happiest time as a child was the Lunar New Year, when Lin Zhentian would visit him with all sorts of gifts.

Initially, Yang Fan didn't think much of it, but when he saw Lin Zhentian had a son and a daughter, he suddenly felt a deep sense of indebtedness—not only to Lin Zhentian but also to Lin Wan'er and her siblings. Lin Zhentian had children of his own, yet every year he chose to spend the New Year with him. Thinking of this always brought tears to Yang Fan's eyes.

Furthermore, Yang Fan discovered that although Lin Zhentian possessed extraordinary skills, he hadn't taught any of them to Lin Wan'er and her brother. This was because the sect had a rule against privately passing on techniques, yet Lin Zhentian, adhering to the sect's rules, hadn't even taught his own children, revealing his true character.

Yang Fan felt respect and gratitude towards Lin Zhentian; sometimes, he even considered him his father, feeling a familial affection he had never experienced before.

Now that Tianwei Martial Arts School was in trouble, Yang Fan felt it was his responsibility and obligation to help them overcome their difficulties. Although Lin Zhentian hadn't explicitly stated it, Yang Fan knew that the gathering of various forces in Yanjing was most likely due to Tianwei Martial Arts School.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Fan went to a public phone booth by the roadside and dialed a number.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

A metallic voice came through as soon as the call connected.

Yang Fan deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I'm Canlang!"

"Can...Canlang, is...what's the matter?"

Upon hearing Yang Fan introduce himself, the voice on the other end of the phone paused noticeably, a hint of fear and respect appearing in its previously emotionless tone.

"Help me find the addresses of a few people, a few Japanese nationals, in Yanjing!"

"Okay, I'll give you the results in five minutes."

"Alright, I'll transfer the payment to you immediately!"

Hanging up the phone, Yang Fan let out a long breath. This time, perhaps it was the first time he had broken his rule, acting without a mission or payment...

Meanwhile, in a dark basement in Yanjing, a man in black wearing a ferocious mask hung up the phone, immediately turned and left the room, heading towards another room not far away.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Reaching the door, the man in black knocked rhythmically.

"Come in!"

A soft voice came from inside after the knocking.

"Miss, Canlang has appeared!"

Entering the room, the man in black didn't dare look up at the situation inside, only keeping his head down and speaking cautiously.

"What? Crippled Wolf has appeared?"

In the dimly lit room, a seductive figure suddenly emerged from the darkness. Due to the poor lighting, her features were obscured, but her alluring figure suggested she was destined to be a femme fatale.

"When did she appear?"

"A minute ago."

"Oh? What does he want with you?"

"He wants me to find the addresses of a few Japanese people."

"Hmm, then go and do it as soon as possible. Remember, don't try to disturb him, or you'll all die!"

"Yes, Miss!"

"..."

Even after the man in black left the room, the seductive woman in the darkness didn't move an inch. After a long while, she slowly raised her head, revealing a face that would drive any man mad.

"Crippled Wolf, why are you here? Is it a coincidence? Or is there some purpose? You're the first man I've taken a liking to. I hope you won't become our enemy!" She

sighed softly, her voice carrying an indescribable tone. Staring blankly ahead, she seemed lost in some kind of memory...

Crippled Wolf, also known as the King of Assassins. However, within the entire assassin organization, apart from a few people who knew of his existence, others didn't even know if he was male or female. Because Crippled Wolf always appeared wearing a blood-stained wolf head mask, no one knew his age.

But the woman before her clearly had some understanding of Yang Fan's identity; otherwise, she wouldn't have said such a thing.

After a long silence, without turning her head, she said, "Nether Serpent, what kind of man do you think Crippled Wolf is?"

She seemed to be talking to herself, yet also to someone else, but in the large room, there was no one else besides her. But just as she finished speaking, another figure appeared in the darkness. This figure, like her, was completely shrouded in darkness, her features indistinct, only her figure vaguely discernible as no less impressive than the previous woman's.

"He is a man, a real man!"

These were the first words of the woman who had suddenly appeared.

"Oh? Nether Serpent, you've never spoken so highly of a man before. You haven't fallen for him, have you?"

“A man like that, anyone would like, but I won’t. Because I’m an assassin, and an assassin doesn’t have any emotions.”

“Yes, we’re assassins. We shouldn’t have any emotions. But I’m curious, six years ago he appeared silently in the assassin organization, and six years later he disappeared just as silently. Now he’s reappeared in Yanjing. Is he preparing for a comeback, or is it just a coincidence?”

“I hope it’s a comeback, not a coincidence!”

“Oh? Why?”

“Because he’s always been my goal. I don’t want him to withdraw before I challenge him. If that happens, perhaps my path as an assassin will come to an end!”

“Sigh, maybe taking this mission was a mistake. We shouldn’t have gotten involved in this mess.”

“But we have no way out now, Poppy!”

“Yes, since there’s no way out, we can only continue. Maybe you’re right, we should look forward to the return of Crippled Wolf. That way, we’ll have a goal to surpass!” Silence fell again in the room

.

The already dimly lit room became even more deathly silent after the two stopped talking, as if they had completely merged with the darkness…

Hanging up the phone, Yang Fan had made up his mind and stopped thinking about it. He turned to head towards Peking University, but he was stopped by several acquaintances as soon as he reached the school gate.

“Is it you?”

The people standing before Yang Fan were the same thugs who had tried to attack him yesterday. When Yang Fan spotted them, they were all peering into the school gate, seemingly searching for something.

Perhaps they were too focused, or perhaps they hadn't expected someone to suddenly appear behind them, but when they heard Yang Fan's voice, they turned around, ready to hurl insults. However, when they saw Yang Fan clearly, their anger was immediately replaced by forced smiles.

Upon seeing Yang Fan, the leader, nicknamed "Brother Dao," immediately ran up to him and said, "Brother Yang... we've finally waited for you! We've been waiting here for over an hour!"

"Oh? Waiting for me? What? Are you planning to gang up on me?"

Yang Fan frowned slightly. He was only giving them a light lesson yesterday because it was the first time, but if they didn't know their place, he wouldn't be so merciful.

"No, no, no, how could we dare? After witnessing Brother Yang's skills yesterday, we wouldn't dare lay a hand on him even if we had three more lives. We were blind to your abilities yesterday, and we hope you won't hold it against us. We're here today only to apologize."

"Oh? Is that so? Alright, I accept your apology. You can leave now; I have to go to class!"

With that, Yang Fan turned and headed towards the school gate.

It wasn't that Yang Fan was heartless, but rather that he didn't want to associate with these thugs. He knew perfectly well who had sent them, and besides, with his strength, he had no reason to give them any face.

"Wait a minute, Brother Yang, we'll only take up a few minutes of your time, just a few words!"

Seeing Yang Fan about to leave, the thug called Brother Dao immediately became anxious.

"Really? What is it?"

Seeing their anxious expressions, Yang Fan stopped and asked.

"It's like this, Brother Yang, the six of us brothers have left the Three Wolves Gang. From now on, we want to follow you. If you tell us to go east, we'll never go west."

"Follow me? But I'm not involved in this kind of thing."

Shrugging, Yang Fan hadn't expected them to have such thoughts. But to be honest, these guys were really good prospects for martial arts; with a little guidance, they might become a powerful fighting force!

Yang Fan initially intended to refuse outright, but he hesitated, realizing a crucial point had occurred to him…

Chapter 46

[The Values of a Thug] Yang Fan suddenly understood a problem. As the saying goes, even a hero can't withstand a pack of wolves. One person's strength is ultimately limited. He was going to live in Yanjing for four years, and no matter how low-key he tried to be, trouble would inevitably come his way. Even tigers have their moments of weakness; if someone were to play dirty tricks on him when he wasn't looking, even if he wasn't afraid, it would still be a problem.

Take yesterday's incident, for example. Huang Jie's trick, while not causing him any real trouble, resulted in him being taken to the police station for nothing, while Huang Jie had only needed a few words.

This made Yang Fan realize that human strength is ultimately limited. Some things don't require personal intervention; what's needed is simply power and influence.

Similarly, consider the recent incident. If he had enough power, why would he need to pay an assassin organization for information? It wasn't just a matter of money; it also involved the possibility of exposing his identity and the purpose of his trip. For an assassin, exposing themselves and their target is tantamount to sealing the mission's fate.

Thugs, seemingly just a group of idlers, possess a resource unmatched by anyone else: extensive intelligence. They are ubiquitous, found in streets, alleys, and commercial areas—wherever there's a high volume of people, there are thugs. And

where there's a high volume of people, there's a high volume of information, much like how teahouses in ancient times were the fastest places to spread rumors and gossip.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there's a martial arts world; where there's a martial arts world, there are people. And the greatest characteristic of people is curiosity. Driven by curiosity, they constantly seek information from others. Those who know the information, to satisfy others' curiosity and their own vanity, will relentlessly spread it far and wide, thus creating channels for information dissemination.

Thugs, being thugs, are idle and aimless, spending their days in bustling cities. Similarly, it is precisely this idleness that makes them most fond of seeking information to pass the time. Therefore, they possess resources that ordinary people cannot have.

These resources are useless to most people, but to some with ulterior motives, they are an invaluable treasure. In fact, Yang Fan was well aware that within the assassin organization, a large amount of information came from thugs. They spent a small amount of money to buy all sorts of information from thugs, then organized and categorized it before reselling it at high prices to those who needed it, thus making huge profits.

Thinking about this, a vague plan suddenly appeared in Yang Fan's mind, a plan on how to make good use of thugs...

Perhaps even Yang Fan himself did not expect that it was precisely because of this vague plan of his that, in the near future, countless people would turn pale at the mention of thugs. Because his gang of thugs had practically amassed everyone's secrets—government officials, business tycoons, and underworld bosses alike—their corruption, crimes, and extramarital affairs were all uncovered by the gang's ubiquitous informants and compiled into lucrative "resources." To prevent their secrets from being leaked or exploited, they had to spend huge sums to buy back and destroy this information about their "crimes."

But as the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes dirty." There's no cat that doesn't steal fish. So, unless they were truly incorruptible and had nothing to hide, they would always have something to hide.

And these things, without any doubt, would end up back in the gang's hands, forcing them to pay again to cover up their crimes. Thus, the cycle repeated endlessly.

In this cycle, the gangster club grew larger and larger, making a fortune every day. Although it offended many people, no one dared to touch it easily…

With a new plan in mind, Yang Fan told them to come back to him in a few days, then turned and went into the school.

Although he already had a certain idea in mind, it hadn't truly taken shape yet, and acting rashly would leave him unprepared. He liked to do things methodically and thoroughly; if he did something, he would do it to the best of his ability.

Therefore, he didn't reveal his thoughts. However, he also learned that the leader of the gangsters was called Xiao Dao, and like his underlings, they were a group of orphans who had joined the Three Wolves Gang out of necessity.

When he left, Yang Fan left him tens of thousands of yuan, which he had originally planned to use to find a place to live. Unexpectedly, he hadn't found a place and had almost spent all the money.

Actually, the reason Yang Fan decided to train Xiao Dao and his gang was twofold: firstly, because of their inherent talent, and secondly, because everything that had just happened at the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall had given him a vague sense of something unusual.

Having more options means having more options for the future. Although Yang Fan might not actually go that far, he had to be prepared.

Stepping back onto Peking University, Yang Fan's feelings were completely different. As soon as he entered the school, he noticed many people pointing and whispering about him, which puzzled him. What

he didn't know was that his affair with Lin Wan'er yesterday had already become the talk of the school. In a place like Peking University, with its high population density, news spreads easily.

His relationship with Lin Wan'er had become the talk of the school. In fact, as early as yesterday, some busybodies in his class had already captured the moment the two "embraced" and uploaded it to the school's forum.

Yang Fan had clearly become a celebrity on campus, and everyone wanted to see who this legendary dragon-slaying warrior was!

And today, his departure from the school hand in hand with Lin Wan'er added another bombshell to the already raging news!

Lin Wan'er was a celebrity at Peking University; nine out of ten people knew her. Although not many people saw them leave, it was impossible to escape everyone's gaze. Therefore, the news spread throughout the entire campus as soon as they left.

This is why his appearance caused such a sensation!

Touching his nose, Yang Fan was somewhat annoyed at being admired like a gorilla, but he wouldn't flinch in the face of a thousand troops, so why would he care about such a spectacle?

However, just as he was about to return to his class, a familiar figure appeared before him again…

Looking at the figure approaching him, Yang Fan was stunned. He hadn't expected to encounter Dongfang Lan here, the alluring beauty he had met briefly on the plane!

Seeing her again, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a sense of amazement.

A tight-fitting T-shirt and light blue denim shorts—a seemingly simple outfit—perfectly accentuated his slender and well-proportioned figure!

The tight-fitting T-shirt perfectly accentuated Dongfang Lan's figure. Her breasts weren't large, at least not compared to Lin Jiaxin's "human weapon"—a 36D bust, which would be considered quite impressive by most people.

However, such a remarkable bust seemed somewhat insignificant compared to her slender, 1.6-foot waist. Her waist was so thin and delicate, it seemed as if even the slightest pressure would break it. Among the many beauties Yang Fan had encountered, Dongfang Lan's waistline was definitely in the top three.

Beneath her light blue denim shorts, a pair of fair and delicate breasts, smooth and long, without the embellishment of stockings, yet without a single hair, stirred an irresistible urge to caress them.

Seeing her, Yang Fan couldn't help but think of the warm-hearted flight attendant Lin Jiaxin, who possessed "human weapons." Both she and Lin Jiaxin were exceptionally beautiful, but their auras were completely different.

Take the present moment for example. Yang Fan, with his sharp eyes, noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra;

she was completely braless, only using rubber nipple covers to restrain her breasts from moving too much. Such a trendy outfit was undeniably alluring to students at the peak of their hormone levels. This was immediately confirmed, as most of the gazes that had been focused on Yang Fan shifted away as soon as she appeared…

Seeing Yang Fan again, Dongfang Lan was also somewhat surprised and taken aback. She had been following Yang Fan to the suburbs the day before yesterday, but the taxi she was in suddenly broke down, causing her to lose track of her target, which infuriated her.

Unexpectedly, she encountered him again at Yanda University today, immediately reminding her of her previous mission to track him down.

It was precisely for this reason that when she spotted Yang Fan, instead of leaving, she acted as if they knew each other well and slowly walked towards him.

Looking at the other person's irresistibly charming smile, Yang Fan's intuition told him that he should retreat, but his feet seemed to be out of his control, and he couldn't take a single step.

In the instant he hesitated, Dongfang Lan strode forward, naturally taking his arm and giving it a light pinch, scolding, "You damn Yang Fan, where have you been? Why did you disappear as soon as you got off the plane that day? I wanted to invite you and Xin Xin to dinner, but I couldn't find you anywhere!"

"Really?"

Yang Fan's initial suspicion vanished instantly at her tenderness. Feeling the softness on his arm, he couldn't help but gasp. At that moment, only one thought remained in his mind: "So big, so soft, so comfortable..."

Chapter 47

[Beautiful Snake] As the saying goes, anything unusual must be suspicious. Dongfang Lan's enthusiasm made Yang Fan clearly feel something was off. Unfortunately, Dongfang Lan knew how to use her advantages. The moment Yang Fan's doubts arose, she used her two secret weapons to tease him a few times, immediately dispelling his suspicions.

"What, are you stupid? Don't you recognize me? I knew it, you bastard, you only have eyes for Xiao Xin Xin. Hmph, if I hadn't been there that day, you might have already swallowed Xiao Xin Xin whole!"

As if the temptation wasn't enough, Dongfang Lan brought her fragrant lips close to Yang Fan's ear and blew hot breath as she spoke.

Hearing her praise, Yang Fan's heart fluttered. To hide his embarrassment, he rubbed his nose and muttered under his breath, "Men and women have different physiological structures. Even if I'm still a virgin, there's no way to prove it. Sigh!"

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't answer, Dongfang Lan thought she had found his weakness and was secretly pleased with herself. But she said calmly, "See? I guessed right. Humph, you heartless woman, you hurt my pride so much. Do you hate me that much? You've forgotten me so quickly!"

"No, I really haven't forgotten you, Sister Dongfang, right? How could I forget you? Good sister, I have class to attend, please let me go!"

Yang Fan noticed that more and more people were gathering around him, and it seemed like the entire campus was coming. To escape, he could only keep trying to please her.

But Dongfang Lan had no intention of letting him off so easily. Hearing his words, she became even more dissatisfied and said, "What do you mean by 'Sister Dongfang'? I can tell from that you don't know my identity. No way, I'm not letting you off today. Come on, let's go shopping!"

"But I have to go to class!"

Yang Fan argued softly.

"Hmph, don't think I'm stupid. Missing a class or two in university is no big deal; I can just ask for leave for you. Don't think I don't know you're trying to sneak away, but no way. If you fall into my hands, I'll blow you to bits, leaving only skin and bones. I'm not Dongfang..."

At this point, Dongfang Lan realized she'd let something slip and immediately shut her mouth.

Yang Fan inwardly groaned. He wanted to be blown to bits, but he'd have to choose a better place, wouldn't he? With so many people watching, this would spread throughout the entire campus in no time. He didn't want to be a celebrity.

What Yang Fan didn't know was that he was already a celebrity, and not just any celebrity. If before he was just an idol, after news spread that he had an affair with one of the school's two most beautiful teachers, the "Snake Beauty," he immediately rose from idol to powerhouse!

Not only could he subdue a Tyrannosaurus Rex, but he also had an affair with the "Snake Beauty"—two of the most formidable figures at Yanda University were connected to him. He couldn't help but become famous.

"What? You're not happy? You heartless wretch! This person has been running around looking for you these past two days, look how swollen their feet are!"

Seeing Yang Fan remain silent, Dongfang Lan continued, stretching out her fair, white legs as she spoke.

Almost instinctively, upon hearing her words, Yang Fan involuntarily lowered his head, though he himself didn't know what he was looking for. But the instant he lowered his head, his mouth nearly watered, for he saw a pair of legs that were the epitome of beauty!

A pair of long, slender, and flawless legs, delicate, fair, and perfectly shaped, with smooth, fleshless knees, long, slender calves, and delicate, straight, and long ankles. They were like a perfect work of art!

"What are you looking at? How dare you take advantage of my sister in front of so many people? Believe me or not, I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Just as Yang Fan was itching to reach out and play with those beautiful legs, he first felt a sharp pain in his head, followed by Dongfang Lan's cold snort.

Scratching his head sheepishly, Yang Fan looked around and, sure enough, many students were staring at him intently.

In an instant, Yang Fan's face turned bright red, not because he had been caught peeping, but because Dongfang Lan suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered, "If you want to see, it's not impossible. Come with me to a place, and I guarantee you'll see as much as you want!"

"Where...where?"

Yang Fan realized he was incredibly pathetic, unable to refuse her offer. Even his voice trembled, and his heart pounded uncontrollably...

"Just come with me, you'll see when we get there!"

"But I..."

"Do you really want to see?"

"..."

"Then let's go!"

Yang Fan wanted to say something, but he found himself "obediently" being pulled along by her arm, walking out of the school. He couldn't even see the road clearly; his mind was filled only with those long, beautiful legs...

"Wow!"

The moment Yang Fan and Dongfang Lan left the campus, the entire Yanda University erupted in excitement once again.

"Wow, this guy's amazing! He's hooking up with a beautiful snake! He's my idol!"

"What do you know? That guy was the infamous 'Dragon Slayer' all over the school forum! He just dealt with a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and now he's with a beautiful snake! He's incredible! He's my idol!" "By the

way, I heard he's a Chinese literature major. Isn't that a teacher-student relationship?"

"Pfft, buddy, you're so out of touch! These days, it's all about older woman/younger man relationships and teacher-student relationships!" "

That's morally reprehensible! A teacher hooking up with a student!"

"I think some people are just sour grapes. Why don't you try a teacher-student relationship yourself? I think the cafeteria manager and Fatty Xi Shi would be a perfect match. Want me to help you set them up?"

In this society governed by law, the law can restrain many people's actions, but it can't restrain a person's soul or their boundless fantasies.

Teacher-student relationship—what a beautiful, exciting, and tempting phrase! This term, how many people can satisfy their fantasies?

How many people have had a crush on their teacher? And how many have felt regret? Because although they had a crush, it was a crush, so they couldn't express it, and could only keep this beautiful regret deep in their hearts.

But now, although some have succeeded, and the female protagonist in this story is the object of many people's secret crushes, they inexplicably get excited too. The great cause they couldn't accomplish has finally been completed for them, and they can't help but fantasize about being the male protagonist, thereby satisfying their own regrets.

There's a saying that teacher-student relationships are like menstruation; although it's not shameful, everyone tries to hide it when talking to others, pretending to be ashamed. But those who hear this news always want to get to the bottom of it and find out more.

So, countless people get excited and start digging deeper and spreading the word!

As these people boasted and chatted, a figure quickly ran towards the school library from the crowd. It was Qin Qing.

"No, I have to tell Fei Fei this quickly. I didn't expect that bastard Yang Fan is the Dragon Warrior from the school forum, and now he's hooking up with the beautiful snake. I think Fei Fei has clearly fallen for him. I have to stop her immediately, otherwise this big radish will definitely hurt Fei Fei..."

Qin Qing muttered to herself as she ran, inwardly cursing Yang Fan.

Although the whispers behind him occasionally reached Yang Fan's ears, he couldn't care less. He had to try his best to maintain a normal walking posture so as not to embarrass himself.

Dongfang Lan held his arm tightly, and with each step, he could feel the softness of her chest. A refreshing fragrance wafted over, stimulating the desire in Yang Fan's bones.

Exquisitely beautiful features, long flowing hair, a stunning figure, and a captivating charm—she was like a poppy blooming in the dark night, alluring and enigmatic!

Aside from struggling to keep his breathing normal, Yang Fan had no idea what he was thinking until Dongfang Lan flagged down a taxi.

"Where are we going?" he

asked, getting into the car.

"Don't you like looking at women's thighs? I'll take you somewhere so you can see as much as you want!"

Dongfang Lan rolled her eyes at him.

The taxi driver, who had just started the engine, nearly hit the roadside barrier.

"I like looking at women's thighs too, why don't you take me to see as much as I want!"

the driver thought to himself…

Yang Fan immediately shut his mouth, realizing that no matter what he said, this woman's words would leave him speechless.

Not only that, he also discovered that everything Dongfang Lan said had a double meaning, often enticing you to think in one direction, only to find out, just as you were about to respond, that she wasn't saying that at all.

In other words, she was completely manipulating you. Therefore, Yang Fan wisely chose to remain silent.

"Hehe, can't wait any longer? Let me tell you, the places I'm taking you to are all top-tier beauties! Their figures are so stunning, even I'm drooling! If you can't resist, you're in big trouble—they might just suck you dry!"

"..."

"What, not saying anything now? Or are you too scared to say anything? Are you afraid I'll eat you up?"

"..."

"Then I really will eat you up! Driver, let's go somewhere else, find a hotel, we need a room!"

"..."

Finally, with Yang Fan's helplessness, and the taxi driver sweating profusely, the car wobbling and nearly hitting the railing several times, they arrived at their destination.

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief after getting out of the car, while the driver was drenched in sweat. As soon as Yang Fan paid the fare, the driver vanished in the blink of an eye. He had secretly decided that, for the sake of his life and fortune, he would never again carry passengers like that. Such a woman was simply too terrifying…

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Chapter 48 [Oriental Lido]

“Oriental Lido? What's that place?”

Yang Fan asked, looking at the office building that was at least twenty or thirty stories high.

“My company, what’s up?”

Dongfang Lan said with a smile.

“Then why are you at Peking University?”

“What’s so strange about that? Being a teacher is my side job, and this company is something I started out of boredom.”

“…”

Yang Fan was speechless. Starting a company just for fun? What could he say? It seemed this woman’s background was truly extraordinary.

Although he was captivated by her beauty, it didn’t mean he had completely lost his composure. On the contrary, he was very aware of his own charm. Dongfang Lan wasn’t the kind of woman who was easily swayed by men. With her looks, what kind of man couldn’t she have? But she kept pestering him, which meant there was definitely something wrong.

However, Yang Fan didn't expose her. It would be foolish not to take advantage of a good deal; he was all alone anyway, and with nothing to lose, he wasn't afraid of anyone. Could she really actually have sex with him? If that were the case, he wouldn't resist too much, at most a token struggle,

and he'd just give in. As the saying goes, life is like rape; rather than struggling, it's better to lie down and enjoy it. Since he couldn't resist, he could only try to accept it…

As Dongfang Lan entered the Oriental Lido, the interior decoration and furnishings clearly showed that this beautiful boss had enough money to squander, and also indicated her extraordinary status.

Led by Dongfang Lan, Yang Fan walked through halls and alleys, enduring the scrutinizing gazes of countless beautiful white-collar women, but after a long while, they still hadn't reached their destination.

Helpless, Yang Fan could only ask, "Sister Dongfang, how far are you planning to take me? What are you bringing me here for?"

"To see women's thighs!"

Dongfang Lan smiled slightly before saying seriously, "Come on, this is the Kingdom of Women, and you're the only man allowed in. You'd better make the most of this opportunity!"

"..."

Yang Fan realized he couldn't communicate with this woman at all.

Seeing Yang Fan's speechless expression, she continued, "Don't you think it's a wonderful thing for a beautiful woman like me to accompany you on a tour?"

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, then opened them again with a slight smile, "That would be great! Since Sister Dongfang wants to show me around, let me get a little closer. For example, I'm very interested in the decor here!"

Dongfang Lan glanced in the direction Yang Fan's gaze fell. At first, she didn't think much of it, but she quickly realized something was wrong, and her face immediately turned bright red.

It was a very ordinary lampshade. Although it cost a lot of money, in Dongfang Lan's eyes, it was just an ordinary lampshade. When it was installed, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, nor did he see any problems.

But from this angle, from this position, no matter how you looked at it, the originally ordinary lampshade looked like a pair of women's testicles, being held and played with wantonly by a pair of strong hands...

"Damn it, which bastard designed this? I'll definitely fire her later!"

He cursed under his breath, but Dongfang Lan was no ordinary person. She immediately regained her previous charming appearance and instead gave Yang Fan a flirtatious wink, saying, "So you like looking at this? No problem, come with me, I'll let you see as much as you want!"

After saying that, she walked into her office with forced composure.

"..."

At this moment, Yang Fan was stunned. He didn't expect Dongfang Lan to be so fierce. He had finally managed to outmaneuver her, but she had turned the tables on him.

Her ambiguous answer seemed to be full of infinite temptation, but Yang Fan knew that she did it on purpose. If he misinterpreted her intentions, she would definitely call him a pervert.

But she didn't give him a chance to explain, heading straight back to her office. This seemingly seductive gesture actually dissolved the previous awkwardness completely. She herself was now free from the embarrassment, leaving the problem to Yang Fan.

"What a vixen!" Yang Fan

muttered to himself, reluctantly following Dongfang Lan into her office.

The moment they entered, the girls outside swarmed around them. From the moment Dongfang Lan brought Yang Fan in, their eyes hadn't left the two of them. Since its inception,

Dongfang Lido had never had a man set foot there, let alone a customer. Knowing their boss's taboo, the female employees either dared not have boyfriends, or if they did, they dared not bring them into Dongfang Lido, or even have them wait for them downstairs to take them home.

But today, their big boss, Dongfang Lan, had actually brought a man in, and even brought him directly to her office! Didn't this mean that the rule that had been established could finally be abolished?

Moreover, they had heard rumors that their beautiful boss changed boyfriends at least once a week, yet none of those men had even touched her hand, let alone brought her back to the company. This explosive news was no less than the huge uproar Yang Fan caused at school!

Dongfang Lan led Yang Fan into her office, and just as she was about to close the blinds, she saw all the employees gathered outside, not doing anything, chattering away, seemingly having a great time.

After a moment's thought, Dongfang Lan's heart skipped a beat; she suddenly understood what these young women were talking about.

Since her best friend Lin Jiaxin's fiancé's accidental death, she had been by her side, doing her best to keep away the flies around her.

Perhaps having witnessed so much of the ugly side of men, over time, Dongfang Lan herself had become less interested in men. In fact, the sight of a man made her feel very uncomfortable.

Since the establishment of Dongfang Lido, she had never allowed a man to set foot in her company, let alone her more private office. As for the rumors circulating outside that she changes boyfriends every week, that's just a rumor that she takes walks to keep flies away from her.

As for those men who dared to approach her, they all suffered terribly at her hands. Outsiders, unaware of the situation, thought she was ruthless and cruel, and gradually, the nickname "Beautiful Snake" arose.

However, she never cared about this; she was a woman who only cared about her own well-being and never about others' opinions. Her reason for approaching Yang Fan was the same as before: to drive him away from Lin Jiaxin. But somehow, she inexplicably brought him back to her company.

"Damn it! How could I forget such an important thing! I wonder what those girls will say later!"

Dongfang Lan thought to herself, glaring at Yang Fan. "It's all this guy's fault! If it weren't for Xin Xin, I wouldn't have made such a basic mistake!"

She knew that if she didn't quickly shut those girls up, her reputation among them would plummet. A CEO's declining standing among employees was a very serious problem for the company, so she had to deal with it as soon as possible.

Feeling a chill run down his spine under Dongfang Lan's gaze, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a lecherous glint in her eyes. A strange thought flashed through his mind: "Could she really want to take me down? But if that's the case, should I resist, or submit? Or should I offer a token resistance before yielding?"

Just as Yang Fan was about to give up completely, Dongfang Lan's voice reached his ears again: "Little brother, wait a moment, I have something to take care of!"

She paused slightly before calming herself and quietly leaving her office.

Unexpectedly, her pampered female subordinates immediately surrounded her as soon as they saw her, chattering incessantly like a flock of sparrows.

"Boss, who's that handsome guy? He looks like he's got a great physique!"

"Yeah, boss! You've never brought a man into the company before, you're making an exception for him today!"

"That man is so muscular, is he very strong?"

Sure enough, three women make a drama, and with a group of women gathered together, they were much bolder than usual, easily uttering such remarks.

"Hehe, Xiaoping, are you drooling? Want to taste... the flavor of a muscular hunk?"

"Get lost! I'm still a virgin! I'm just a little curious, unlike you, who's already tried it countless times!"

"A virgin? I've heard that virgins are the most secretly horny, and the most susceptible to temptation! Come on, Xiaoping, let me touch you, let's see how big your 'money' is!"

"You're so annoying!"

Dongfang Lan only hesitated slightly, but her unruly subordinates started making such a fuss. If Yang Fan heard this, who knows how much he would look down on her!

"Shut up, all of you! You little sluts, if you really want to be horny, whoever can handle Yang Fan inside can go for it, I won't mind at all! But before that, you'd better get your job done!"

Dongfang Lan's cold shout silenced her beautiful female employees, who dared not utter another sound.

Seeing their boss's outburst, the group of women quickly responded and ran back to their seats, not daring to cause any more trouble.

Dongfang Lan's words sounded nice—whoever could handle Yang Fan could go for it—but if anyone was truly ungrateful and didn't understand her meaning, and went to seduce Yang Fan, today would probably be their last day at Dongfang Lido!

Having dealt with those little hussies under her command, Dongfang Lan finally breathed a slight sigh of relief. If they had continued to pester her, she might have wavered and gotten herself into something with Yang Fan…

05-02
Chapter 49 [Fatal Temptation]

After Dongfang Lan left, Yang Fan had some free time. Since he was bored anyway, he didn't want to just sit there, so he stood up and walked around Dongfang Lan's office, taking a closer look.

Dongfang Lan's office wasn't large, at least compared to the half-floor space her company occupied, it seemed rather cramped.

Yet, despite its small size, the office was filled with a dazzling array of items, arranged in a pleasing and orderly fashion.

Bookshelves, safes, executive desks, executive chairs, and sofas—these common furnishings, while present in Dongfang Lan's office, seemed so unique.

Every piece of office equipment, from its shape and style to its size and placement, was meticulously crafted; at first glance, it gave the impression that: that thing should have been placed there!

Although Dongfang Lan's office wasn't large, she had still managed to partition off a semi-enclosed space using the arrangement of office equipment.

Yang Fan turned around the large desk, took a step forward, and glanced briefly into the semi-enclosed space. He immediately felt uneasy, his face flushing slightly, and he withdrew.

What embarrassed him, and what was unbelievable, was that in that semi-enclosed space, besides a large, boldly styled semi-nude photograph, there were several health products clearly intended for female self-pleasure scattered around.

Even the uniquely designed recliner there looked suspicious. No matter how Yang Fan looked at it, it seemed like that recliner could be used in many provocative and seductive positions—could it be the legendary "sex chair"?

The female health products were scattered on that recliner, and there were also a few drops of suspicious liquid that were clearly not yet dried.

Dongfang Lan's office, apart from the semi-enclosed side, had three other walls... Everything was decorated with transparent glass; unless the blinds were drawn, almost anything happening inside was clearly visible.

Yang Fan turned towards the semi-enclosed space, and his action of leaving without lingering for a moment slightly startled Dongfang Lan, but she didn't think much of it. Soon after, two female employees, blushing, confessed something to her.

Dongfang Lan screamed on the spot, glared at them fiercely, and quickly ran back to her office.

Ignoring Yang Fan's presence, Dongfang Lan rushed into the semi-enclosed space, only to be overwhelmed by the sight and hastily retreat.

The recliner was hers, the photos were hers, but the messy things and the suspicious liquids weren't hers.

Dongfang Lan knew it herself, but she didn't know if Yang Fan knew...

The thought of Yang Fan's possible suspicions made the usually calm, self-controlled, and strong Dongfang Lan lose all control. She abruptly turned around, meeting Yang Fan's gaze, and said in a low voice, "I didn't do that. Those liquids, and those messy things..."

"Oh... how embarrassing!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Dongfang Lan covered her face in shame. It would have been better if she hadn't said it; now she felt she had only made things worse!

Yang Fan couldn't help but smile slightly. Dongfang Lan's reaction amused him. Imagine, just moments ago she was constantly tempting him by saying she would show him her thighs, and now she was so embarrassed because of a suspicious chair and some suspicious liquids. Such a huge contrast in a generous, sexy, even somewhat flirtatious woman—wasn't that a bit abnormal?

From the beginning, he hadn't suspected that those things, those liquids, belonged to Dongfang Lan. The two of them had just returned from Yanda University in the same taxi; where would she have found the time to do such pointless things?

"I know."

Hearing Yang Fan's answer, Dongfang Lan could hardly believe her ears.

"How is that possible? He... how could he so easily choose to believe me?"

Because of Yang Fan's unexpected reply, Dongfang Lan was momentarily speechless, and an awkward silence fell between them.

However, a beautiful snake is a beautiful snake after all. Most women, faced with such an awkward situation, would probably have already fled, but Dongfang Lan? After the initial embarrassment, she immediately put on a different face.

She walked towards Yang Fan step by step, her breasts heaving, her eyes like pools of water. She nudged him with her arm and asked, "Little brother, I didn't expect you to trust me so much. But if I told you it really was me, would you believe me? Although that thing is no different from a man's, it's still a cold thing. Now it's just the two of us here, don't you want to do something?"

"Huh?"

Yang Fan felt his throat go dry, and he could barely speak. "You... what do you want to do?"

"Ugh, I've made it so clear, how can you still not understand? You're such a blockhead!" "

..."

Before Yang Fan could reply, Dongfang's hands wrapped around his neck like serpents, her body pressing against his. Except for the thin layer of clothing between them, they were already in close contact.

Yang Fan felt his heart beating at least a hundred times per minute, as if it would jump out of his mouth if he opened it.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his fingers trembled slightly. He was pushed back step by step by Dongfang Lan until he lost his balance and slumped into the executive chair that belonged to Dongfang Lan.

Dongfang Lan's body also leaned forward, her voluptuous and alluring figure falling heavily into his arms. Her delicate, pink-painted hands gently caressed Yang Fan's thigh, and her exquisitely beautiful face, as alluring as a fairy, drew closer to him.

Yang Fan felt her lips touch his earlobe, and her warm breath felt like a gentle breeze blowing into his heart, making his soul flutter.

Dongfang Lan's voice was full of charm, and a teasing tone whispered in Yang Fan's ear: "How about we..."

"We...what?"

He stopped at the most crucial moment, his teeth itching with anger. Based on his understanding of Dongfang Lan, if she only said half of it, there were at least two layers of meaning, but if she said it all, there were at least four layers of meaning.

So, although Yang Fan desperately hoped she was telling him what he was thinking, he still couldn't believe it until she said it herself. He

could only blame his own naiveté. If it were a seasoned veteran of the world of women, faced with any temptation, he could easily overpower her, use a few tricks, and perhaps even take things further.

But he couldn't. Why? Because he considered himself an extremely pure man, a naive virgin. So, faced with Dongfang Lan's repeated provocations, it wasn't that he didn't want to act, but rather that his brain had stopped working. He had absolutely no idea what to do next.

Where to put his hands? Where to put his feet? Where to put his mouth? If things went further, where to start taking off his clothes, how to remove his underwear, and where to go for that crucial step…

This was an extremely profound art, requiring repeated experiences of undressing and trying it out on one woman after another to gain true experience.

Unfortunately, Yang Fan, the purest virgin of the 21st century, had never even seen a woman's body, let alone experienced undressing. So at this moment, he was bewildered, nervous, breathing rapidly, his palms sweating, his mouth dry…

“This… this might not be appropriate. How about we go somewhere else?”

Not knowing what to do, Yang Fan just wanted to escape this situation quickly.

“Go somewhere else? Why go somewhere else?”

Dongfang Lan suddenly changed her tone, staring at Yang Fan with questioning eyes.

“I think… I think this isn’t appropriate. There are people outside. If someone sees us, I don’t care, but you…”

“So what if someone sees us?”

“That… that would be embarrassing!”

Yang Fan was speechless. Hearing her question, he couldn’t help but wonder if Dongfang Lan had some kind of peculiar fetish, liking to do those things in front of others?

Thinking about how she had set up a “sex chair” in the office, he felt this possibility was extremely high. Perhaps they often did this in front of each other.

Thinking it over, Yang Fan calmed down. If she wasn't afraid, what was there for him, a grown man, to fear? What difference did it make whether he was looked at by one woman or by a group of women? He wouldn't be the one suffering.

"Then...then come on!"

With that, Yang Fan closed his eyes, striking a pose of complete surrender.

"Come on what?"

"You didn't want to..."

Suddenly opening his eyes, Yang Fan realized he'd been tricked again.

"I wanted to tell you, how about we go out to eat? What, what are you thinking? Little brother, your thoughts aren't exactly pure!"

With that, Dongfang Lan tapped Yang Fan's forehead with her slender finger.

"..."

Yang Fan felt wronged. When had his thoughts become impure? Being with such a vixen, it was impossible not to have pure thoughts! God, Buddha, Jade Emperor, please make this woman disappear! Or at least, please keep her away from me!

Before this, Yang Fan had always fantasized about a passionate and intense sexual encounter, giving away his virginity completely and creating a beautiful memory he would never forget. Now, the passion had arrived, but Yang Fan discovered that the gap between reality and fantasy was enormous.

Fantasy is beautiful, but reality is cruel. Similarly, while passion is something to look forward to, it's not necessarily so wonderful; it might just leave him burning with lust. He

could see it, but he couldn't have it…

Chapter 50 [Bad Habits]

The long night stretched on, the city lights began to twinkle. Standing in the heart of Yanjing at night, on the other side of the hustle and bustle, the neon lights wove together the beauty of the night.

The night in Yanjing was beautiful as a dream, unfathomable, like a mysterious and vast ocean, deep and timeless!

Dream Paradise Club, one of the most luxurious clubs in Yanjing. Some say it's a paradise for the rich; with money, you can buy anything you want, from stunningly beautiful women to luxury goods from all over the world—if you can imagine it, you can buy it.

Some say that Dream Paradise Club is the dividing line between poverty and wealth; an ordinary person's entire life savings wouldn't even be enough to spend an hour there.

Others say that Dream Paradise is a gathering place for all the wealthy people in Yanjing, where anyone could be the CEO of a company or the son of a high-ranking official…

In short, there are countless rumors about Dream Paradise, but one undeniable fact is that it's a place where money flows freely, and also a very luxurious and enjoyable establishment. Almost everyone in Yanjing knows of Dream Paradise Club.

And now, Yang Fan is sitting in Dongfang Lan's private silver Xue Long car, arriving at this so-called paradise for the rich, Dream Paradise Club.

"What are you doing here?"

To be honest, Yang Fan wasn't particularly fond of this kind of place, and was even quite unfamiliar with it. Although he had been to many places during his training, he had only ever been a fleeting visitor.

"Of course you come to a place like this to have fun, right? What, little brother, you don't like it? Let me tell you, there are all sorts of rich young ladies and noblewomen here. If you're lucky, you might even get to meet a few top-notch young women, hehe. Don't forget your big sister's kindness then!"

"..."

Yang Fan could only choose to ignore Dongfang Lan. He had no choice but to; being with her, you never knew what she would say next.

He hadn't felt anything when he first met her on the plane, but after spending just one day with her, Yang Fan had developed a sense of fear towards her.

Yang Fan even wondered how someone as gentle as Lin Jiaxin could possibly befriend such a ruthless and cunning woman.

Or perhaps, the Dongfang Lan he saw was just another version of herself hidden behind a mask, her true self not revealed to him.

In fact, Yang Fan sensed that although Dongfang Lan was constantly tempting him, he could always see a calmness, even a rejection, in the depths of her eyes.

What Yang Fan couldn't understand was why she was so persistent in clinging to him if she seemed to reject him.

Unable to figure it out, Yang Fan simply stopped thinking about it. They say a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; trying to understand a woman's mind was clearly beyond his capabilities as a virgin.

The revolution was not yet complete, comrades still needed to work hard!

The two entered the club. Dongfang Lan skillfully took out a membership card, showed it to the doorman, and then they entered the Dream Paradise Club.

As soon as they entered, Yang Fan was immediately greeted by the scent of champagne and roses. Bright lights, bustling crowds, flowing skirts, dazzling jewelry—this was a world some people could never enter in their entire lives.

Standing at the entrance, Yang Fan's gaze couldn't help but drift to the architecture and decorations of Dream Paradise, and the attire of the men and women inside.

In this world, there are no ugly women, only lazy ones. If a woman has the means to dress up, every one of them will be a beauty.

Women who frequent places like Dream Paradise naturally have ample time and ability to dress themselves up, wearing well-fitting dresses or gowns, with bright eyes, white teeth, and an air of elegance and poise. Yang Fan glanced around and saw beauties everywhere.

Dongfang Lan was right; the women in Dream Paradise were indeed extraordinary!

While Yang Fan was observing everyone, they were also observing Yun Fei and his companion. The reason was simple: the woman was exceptionally beautiful. Even in a place teeming with beauties, Dongfang Lan's beauty stood out, naturally attracting countless gazes.

As for Yang Fan, beneath his long, black hair was a face more delicate than any woman's. His eyes were as black as the sky, giving him a clear, solitary, yet melancholic air. Anyone who saw him for the first time would be deeply attracted.

Although he appeared somewhat thin, his aura was equally captivating to these reclusive women.

In this era of rapidly rising gender equality and feminism, women's aspirations in all aspects are also rapidly increasing. It's not just men who chase after beautiful women; women chase after handsome men too.

Especially in high society circles, wealthy women keeping gigolos is as commonplace as men keeping mistresses or lovers.

So, as soon as Yang Fan appeared, he immediately attracted strange looks, with some boldly flirting with him, and even some more reserved ones sending him flirtatious glances.

"How about it? I wasn't lying to you, was I? Look at the way those women look at you, like a bunch of she-wolves in heat, their eyes are full of green light. Tsk tsk, even I'm a little envious of you. So, how about we find a place to have a drink? Or should you go find some prey first?"

Dongfang Lan's words were as shocking as ever, but having spent a day together, Yang Fan had a certain understanding of her personality.

Shrugging, he casually said, "Let's find a quiet corner. To be honest, I don't really like this atmosphere!"

"Really? Tsk tsk, I didn't realize you were such a good man. I'm even a little tempted."

Hearing Yang Fan say this, a strange light flashed in Dongfang Lan's eyes, but she didn't back down.

Shaking his head helplessly, Yang Fan was too lazy to explain further and walked directly towards the bar not far away.

Following behind Yang Fan, a slight smile appeared on Dongfang Lan's lips, but she quickly regained her previous charming demeanor.

Dream Paradise Club was all-encompassing, with all kinds of entertainment venues, including bars. However, the drinks here were far superior to those in ordinary bars; the price of a single bottle was comparable to the combined price of all the drinks in an ordinary bar.

"Sir, what would you like?"

As soon as Yang Fan reached the bar, the bartender asked, his attitude respectful yet unpretentious, demonstrating excellent manners.

"Give me a glass of purified water!"

Yang Fan said, tapping the table lightly as he sat down.

"This..."

"What? You don't have any?"

"No, we do, but sir, are you sure you only want purified water?"

"Is there a problem?"

"No, no!"

The bartender was speechless. Strange things happen every year, but today there seemed to be more than usual. He'd seen strange things before, but never anything like this. A customer at Dream Paradise only wanted a glass of purified water. Was this how the rich people spent their money? It was truly bizarre.

Despite his inner turmoil, the bartender's actions were swift and decisive. Although he didn't know the man's identity, he knew that Dream Paradise Club was a members-only club; without a membership card, you couldn't get in.

And a membership card was a symbol of status; therefore, no one here was someone a mere bartender like himself could afford to offend.

So, no matter how strange a customer's request, they had to fulfill it unconditionally. Otherwise, they'd be stuck in the business forever.

"Give me a glass of tequila!"

Dongfang Lan ordered a drink as well, but it wasn't the same level as Yang Fan's. At the very least, her glass of wine could buy tons of the bottled water Yang Fan had.

Sitting down next to Yang Fan, she first took a small sip of red wine before saying, "What? Little brother, don't tell me you can't drink?"

"I can!"

Yang Fan said calmly. He wasn't just able to drink; he was practically invincible. No matter what kind of alcohol it was, it was like water to him.

"Oh? Then why don't you drink?"

Dongfang Lan asked, slightly curious.

"I have a very bad habit when I drink. Normally, I don't drink, but when I do, something's bound to happen!"

"What kind of habit? Can you tell me?"

"Never mind, my habit sounds a bit scary, so it's better if you don't know!"

"..."

Dongfang Lan wasn't stupid; on the contrary, she was very intelligent. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to control such a large company as Dongfang Lido. From Yang Fan's expression, she could tell that he wasn't just saying this to appease her. Behind this seemingly frightening habit, there must be a mysterious story.

Although she was an extremely curious woman, she knew what to ask and what not to ask, and even if it was appropriate to ask, she knew when to ask.

Undoubtedly, the question before her was neither the right time nor the right time to ask. So, she wisely chose to remain silent.

In fact, Yang Fan did have such a habit. Although he was fond of drinking, he only drank after his hands were stained with blood. Otherwise, he didn't drink at all. Of course, he only adopted this habit after joining the assassin organization.

However, he naturally wouldn't tell Dongfang Lan the reason for this habit, because his identity as an assassin was a thing of the past. Now, all he needed was a normal life. Since that was the case, some things had already faded away, becoming eternal.

Without dwelling on the matter, Yang Fan suddenly said to Dongfang Lan, "Actually, you shouldn't have brought me here."

"Oh? Why?"

"Because you're in trouble!"

As he spoke, Yang Fan pointed behind Dongfang Lan.

Turning her head to look in the direction Yang Fan pointed, sure enough, the charming smile on Dongfang Lan's face was immediately replaced by coldness...

Chapter 51 [Dream Paradise]

Dream Paradise Club is a paradise for the rich. As night falls, those wealthy and powerful people who indulge in nightlife abandon their daytime civility and flock to Dream Paradise.

Not long after Yang Fan and Dongfang Lan entered Dream Paradise, a luxurious Lamborghini appeared outside. Seeing this luxury car, not only the doorman of Dream Paradise, but even the lobby manager quickly ran to the car and said respectfully, "Young Master, you've arrived!" The car

door slowly opened, and a young man who was about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a black shirt, black pants, and black soft leather shoes, slowly stepped out of the car.

He was thin, but with broad shoulders. His waist, swaying with the movement of his shirt, appeared incredibly slender—not just ordinary slender, but at least 1.9 feet. Even among women, no one of his build had such a tiny waist.

He had shoulder-length, straight black hair, the quality of which would make any woman envious, and skin so flawless it would make

any woman drool. His chiseled face had sharp features, and a faint, indifferent smile played beneath his high, straight nose. His features combined to create the image of a stunning beauty, but beneath that sharp, assertive aura, anyone who saw him at first glance knew he was definitely a man, and an extraordinary one at that—the kind of man who would stand out in a crowd.

"Cousin, is this your club? Not bad. I've lived abroad for years and seen all kinds of clubs, but none as grand as your Dream Paradise."

As the man got out of the car, another man followed. He was also handsome, but his playboy attire, dyed white hair, and frivolous appearance made him rather unappealing.

"Hehe, Xiaoyun, you've been abroad for too long, you don't know the situation in China. My Dream Paradise is not bad, but it's not the best in Yanjing. There are many places better than Dream Paradise. Mine is just barely enough to make a good impression!"

the young man in black laughed.

He seemed to speak casually, but the smugness between his brows betrayed him. Clearly, he was very pleased with his cousin's praise.

"Really? No way! With the strength of my cousin's Dongfang family, plus his status as the young master, how could there be a better place in Yanjing than Dream Paradise? My cousin must be just being modest!"

"Xiaoyun, you can't speak carelessly. Yanjing is under the emperor's nose, a place teeming with hidden talents. You could be carefree abroad, but you have to be careful now that you're back. Besides, can my Dongfang family compare to the strength of the Four Great Families?"

"Hmm, so what if they're the Four Great Families? They've only existed for a long time, what's so great about them? My Dongfang family may be a rising force, but we're not much worse than them!"

"Forget it, you wouldn't understand these things anyway. But let me tell you, in China, you can say whatever you want, but you absolutely can't say whatever you want..."

Judging from their conversation, the two were clearly from the Dongfang family, and the young man in black was the young master of the Dongfang family.

In China, although the Yang, Nalan, Ouyang, and Shen families are considered the strongest, there are many other families with very strong foundations besides the Four Great Families.

Especially since the reform and opening up, the rapid development of the national economy has brought unlimited opportunities for the growth of some families. Take the Dongfang family as an example, a powerful representative that emerged during the reform and opening up.

In addition to the Dongfang family, the Qin, Gu, Zhang, Han, and Fang families, along with the Dongfang family, are collectively known as the eight great families, only slightly weaker than the four great families.

The industries of these families cover almost the entire commercial chain of China, from large state-owned enterprises to small and medium-sized enterprises, all of which have a presence. Their strengths intertwine, forming an invisible but extremely complex network that jointly maintains the economic operation of the entire country.

The young man in black who just spoke is Dongfang Hao, the current young master of the Dongfang family. As for Dream Paradise, it does not belong to the Dongfang family, but is Dongfang Hao's personal property. This is

because Dream Paradise was founded by Dongfang Hao and a group of young masters from wealthy families during his university years, and he later managed and developed it into one of the top super clubs in Beijing.

As his cousin said, while Dream Paradise wasn't the largest or most luxurious club in Yanjing, its opulence was definitely among the top five.

Moreover, Dream Paradise had a unique characteristic: its clientele was largely limited to young talents, such as the sons of prominent families, children of high-ranking government officials, and children of wealthy businessmen.

These individuals, while currently lacking real power, were poised to become the next generation of leaders within the next ten or twenty years—family heads, business tycoons, or government officials.

Behind each of them lay unfathomable influence. As the head of Dream Paradise, Dongfang Hao's primary objective was to mingle among these aristocratic scions, cultivating relationships with worthy individuals to better pave the way for his future.

Back then, Dream Paradise wasn't exclusively for these aristocratic sons; if you had power and influence, you could also come here. However, within this circle, everyone had their own designated occasions.

Therefore, generally speaking, apart from young people, very few others come to Dream Paradise, because they have places more suitable for them.

This is precisely why Yang Fan saw only pretty girls and handsome men at a glance, and rarely saw any pot-bellied tycoons.

"Xiao He, are there any special guests tonight?"

As he walked towards Dream Paradise, Dongfang Hao casually asked the manager beside him.

The manager, whom he called Xiao He, was nearly fifty years old, but being called Xiao He by Dongfang Hao, who was only in his early twenties, did not make him unhappy at all; on the contrary, he smiled broadly. Perhaps, in his view, the fact that the other party could call him Xiao He meant that he was not treated as an outsider.

Therefore, the manager's smile immediately widened, and he said in a fawning manner, "Young Master, Young Master Yang is also here tonight with some friends."

"Oh? Young Master Yang? You mean Yang Feng?"

Dongfang Hao paused slightly upon hearing what Manager Xiao He said.

"Yes, it is indeed Young Master Yang!"

Manager He secretly wiped away a cold sweat. There weren't many people in Yanjing who dared to address the heir of the Yang family, the most powerful of the four great families, by his real name.

"Oh, and besides Yang Feng?"

"Besides Young Master Yang, Young Master Gu, Young Master Zhang, and Young Master Han are all here. And..."

Manager He suddenly stopped.

"And what?"

Frowning slightly, Dongfang Hao disliked people who hesitated.

Seemingly sensing Dongfang Hao's displeasure, Manager He immediately continued, "And Miss Lan is also inside!"

"Miss Lan? Is she that bastard?"

Before Dongfang Hao could speak, his cousin, Dongfang Yun, suddenly asked.

Manager He secretly wiped away another cold sweat. Although everyone in Yanjing knew this, who dared to say it directly? However, seeing that the young master did not object, he could only grit his teeth and say, "Yes, Miss Lan and her friend are inside as well."

Dongfang Yun could call the other party a bastard, but he, a mere manager, dared not say such a thing. After all, the other party was a member of the Dongfang family, and he, an employee, could not afford to offend anyone.

"Hmph! I knew this bastard was no good when I was leaving the country, just like her shameless mother. In the years I've been abroad, I've heard countless rumors about her. I heard she's like a social butterfly, flirting with countless men, utterly disgracing the Dongfang family."

"I was planning to settle accounts with her in a few days, but I ran into her as soon as I got back. It seems even if I wanted to give her a few more days of peace, fate wouldn't help her. Xiao He, where's that bastard? Take me there! I want to see who she's hooking up with this time!"

"..."

Manager Xiao He was sweating profusely, but dared not say anything. Neither side was someone he could afford to offend. Helpless, he could only turn his pleading gaze to the young master, hoping he would say something. Unfortunately, Dongfang Hao seemed not to hear him at all, not even glancing at him directly.

The fact that he could rise to the position of manager at Dream Paradise shows that Manager He isn't stupid; on the contrary, he's very good at reading people. From the young master's expression, he had already gotten the answer he wanted. While secretly feeling sorry for Miss Lan, he had no choice but to lead the two towards where Dongfang Lan was...

Meanwhile, when Yang Fan saw Dongfang Lan's expression turn cold, he knew that this matter was not going to end well. Before this, he had only felt two malicious gazes sweeping over the two of them, and based on his years of experience, he knew that someone was going to cause trouble.

But looking at Dongfang Lan's expression, Yang Fan realized that he had probably oversimplified things. From Dongfang Lan's murderous gaze, he could easily tell that the hatred between them was probably not something that could be explained in a few words.

Following Dongfang Lan's gaze, Yang Fan immediately saw two very handsome young men being led by a middle-aged man, walking quickly towards them.

Seeing the two young men, Yang Fan couldn't help but furrow his brow...

Chapter 52 [He's My Man]

"Aren't you going to buy me a drink?"

Dongfang Hao hadn't even glanced at Yang Fan once. He walked straight to Dongfang Lan, staring intently at her exquisite face, and said softly.

Dongfang Lan glanced at him expressionlessly, without saying a word, not even looking at him. After her initial coldness, she quickly returned to normal.

"Bring me the 1775 sherry stored here. Since no one's offering, I'll just have to drink my own!"

Completely ignoring Dongfang Lan's attitude, Dongfang Hao turned to the bartender and said.

People like them usually store their favorite fine wines at the club, taking them out whenever needed. Take the sherry Dongfang Hao mentioned, for example. It was a 1775 vintage sherry from the Massandra winery. It was sold at Sotheby's London in 2001 for $43,500.

The Massandra Winery, located in Crimea, four kilometers from Yalta, is widely considered the finest winery of the Tsarist era. Its cellars house millions of bottles of Russian and Western European wines. Some of these Russian wines bear royal seals, the oldest being this bottle of sherry.

Yang Fan wasn't ignorant about wine; on the contrary, his knowledge far surpassed that of most people. He simply hadn't expected Dongfang Hao to be so discerning, even managing to acquire a 1775 sherry.

"Would you like a glass?"

After the bartender brought the sherry, Dongfang Hao poured himself a glass before asking Dongfang Lan.

"No, thank you. I'm afraid it's poisoned!"

Dongfang Lan spoke for the first time, but her words were harsh, devoid of the charm she displayed when talking to Yang Fan, and utterly devoid of any emotion.

"Hmph, a bastard is a bastard, he doesn't even know basic manners!"

Dongfang Yun said disdainfully.

"Yes, so what if I'm a bastard? But I'm not like some people who wag their tails and fawn all day, treated like lapdogs, only to be abandoned without even knowing it, or even how they died."

"Besides, all you do is swear. Is this the quality of a so-called aristocratic disciple? This kind of quality is worse than even a bastard, because bastards have no one to teach them. But if someone who has been taught still has this kind of quality, then it can only mean that there's a problem with their upbringing. Not only is the person worse than an animal, but even the person who taught them is worse than an animal."

Dongfang Lan wasn't angry at all because of the other person's curses, but her retort was so powerful and resounding. With just a few simple words, she left her opponent speechless and her face flushed red.

"You..."

"Alright, Xiaoyun, say no more!"

Seeing that Dongfang Yun was about to say something, Dongfang Hao waved his hand to interrupt her, then turned to Dongfang Lan and said, "Hehe, you really know how to joke. This is a society governed by law, and this is right under the emperor's nose. Who would dare to act recklessly? If every cup of wine was poisoned, you probably wouldn't be alive now!"

"Yes, actually I should have died ten years ago, and that's what you've always wanted to see. Isn't that right? Don't try to deny it, because that will only make me despise you more. Some things, once done, should be admitted. Otherwise, she wouldn't even be considered a coward."

"Wrong. I never wanted you to die. You've just been making yourself miserable. If you had agreed to that condition back then, maybe none of this would have happened, and you wouldn't be wandering outside now."

"Is that so? Then I'd rather continue wandering outside, being treated like a bastard, and being stabbed in the back all the time."

"Sigh, why are you so stubborn? Sometimes, persistence is a good thing, but excessive persistence becomes foolishness, ignorance, and being out of touch with reality!"

Playing with the wine glass in his hand, Dongfang Hao spoke as if it were something completely unrelated to him.

"Heh, I haven't been out of touch with reality for so many years, so what? Dongfang Hao, put away your hypocrisy. Besides, I have friends here, please make yourself at home!"

Dongfang Lan laughed for the first time, and her laughter was flamboyant, even her ample breasts trembled with her movements, her chest heaving. Not only Yang Fan, but even Dongfang Yun behind Dongfang Hao showed a hint of greed in his eyes.

However, one person remained completely unaffected. This person wasn't Yang Fan, but Dongfang Hao, who was opposite Dongfang Lan. A glint flashed in his eyes, and for the first time, he turned his gaze to Yang Fan.

"Hmm?"

Yang Fan immediately sensed something as soon as the other man stared at him. It wasn't for any other reason than that he saw a deep-seated hatred and jealousy in the other man's eyes.

Yang Fan wondered, he didn't seem to know this man at all, so why was the hostility from him so obvious? And that hint of jealousy was clearly something that would only be shown between lovers. But his name was Dongfang Hao, and Dongfang Lan also had the surname Dongfang. What was going on between them...?

However, when Yang Fan recalled the burning intensity that occasionally appeared in Dongfang Hao's eyes when he looked at Dongfang Lan, he vaguely guessed what was going on. Yang Fan didn't want to know about these complicated family feuds, nor was it something he could easily find out even if he wanted to. He had only vaguely guessed some things from their conversation, but he wasn't foolish enough to ask directly.

"How should I address this brother?"

Just as Yang Fan was pondering, Dongfang Hao's voice suddenly came over.

“Just a nobody, nothing to say.”

Shaking his head, Yang Fan had seen countless people. Although Dongfang Hao hid his thoughts well, how could they escape his eyes?

Moreover, he didn't want to associate with someone so scheming, especially since this person was Dongfang Lan's adversary. Although there was nothing between him and Dongfang Lan, Yang Fan had implicitly acknowledged Dongfang Lan as a friend, so he knew exactly what to do.

“Kid, my cousin is being kind to you by talking to you, don't push your luck!”

Dongfang Yun, who was standing to the side, couldn't hold back any longer. If he weren't afraid of Dongfang Hao, he would have slapped Dongfang Lan a few times that morning. In his eyes, Dongfang Lan was useless except for her pretty face. This kind of woman was born to be abused by men.

And this thought had been in his mind for a long time. If he hadn't been abroad for the past few years, he would have already put it into action.

Over the years, he had been with many beautiful women, but none were as beautiful or as feminine as Dongfang Lan. Moreover, this woman was not only his nominal cousin, but also an outcast and a disgrace to the entire Dongfang family. Therefore, from any perspective, he wouldn't let her go.

He had fantasized countless times about conquering this woman, about pinning her down and ravaging her. Leaving aside her stunning face and figure, her very identity was enough to make his blood boil!

Now, seeing his chosen woman with another man, he had been simmering with pent-up anger. Now, finally, the opportunity had arrived, and he had found a way to vent.

"What kind of thing are you?"

Yang Fan never considered himself a good person. Although he had often chanted Buddhist scriptures over the past eighteen years, it hadn't diminished his pride.

Besides, he was a master himself, and masters possessed a unique dignity. Now that his dignity was damaged, how could he silently admit it?

A cold, icy tone slowly escaped his lips. Unlike Dongfang Lan's coldness, which stemmed from indifference, hatred, and a chilling heart,

his coldness was forged from raw, naked killing intent. This coldness was the kind of killing intent only someone with bloodstained hands could possess.

Indeed, it was killing intent. At this moment, Yang Fan felt a surge of murderous intent. Not because of Dongfang Yun's provocation, but because of Dongfang Lan.

Hearing this, he knew almost everything he needed to know: Dongfang Lan was from the Dongfang family, but an illegitimate child; she had been driven out by her family and had lived a lonely life all these years… As for the rest, Yang Fan didn't need to know.

A family that drove a weak woman out of her home and didn't let her go, constantly oppressing her—Yang Fan could easily imagine how much suffering Dongfang Lan had endured over the years, and he understood why she possessed a dual personality. All of this was due to the hardships of life!

Without any reason, simply because of Dongfang Lan's ordeal, Yang Fan had already decided to kill him.

A chilling killing intent, like a sharp sword, locked onto Dongfang Yun, preventing him from uttering the curses that were on the tip of his tongue. He felt an indescribable discomfort, like he had swallowed rat droppings.

Yet, he remained completely still. Although he didn't know why he felt this way, he knew that if he dared to act rashly, he would instantly become a cold corpse. Because in the other's eyes, he saw a scene he would never forget!

That gaze, that look, that expression—it was truly terrifying!

Not only him, but even Dongfang Hao beside him couldn't help but slightly change his expression. Although Yang Fan's killing intent wasn't directed at him, he could still sense it to some extent.

Being able to become the heir of the Dongfang family naturally meant he possessed extraordinary abilities, and was also a decisive and ruthless person; otherwise, he wouldn't have reached this point.

However, that mere hint of killing intent was enough to fill him with fear. That single trace of killing intent was more terrifying than the murderous aura of any assassin he had ever seen.

This forced him to scrutinize Yang Fan again. As he scrutinized Yang Fan, his mind also raced, calculating the gains and losses.

"Sister Lan, we were once family, so why can't I even meet your friend?" With

these thoughts flashing through his mind, Dongfang Hao suddenly asked Dongfang Lan.

"He's my man!"

"Pfft!"

Dongfang Lan's sudden, charming introduction caused Yang Fan to spit out the mouthful of pure water he had just drunk, spilling it all over Dongfang Hao's face...

Chapter 53 [Super Bet] (0)

"He's my man!"

"He's my boyfriend!"

These two sentences seem to have little difference. If he is the boyfriend, it could be said that Dongfang Lan wanted to use Yang Fan to cover something up. But when she directly called him "my man," it meant something completely different…

It meant that she had publicly acknowledged her relationship with Yang Fan and considered him her man, not just a boyfriend.

Boyfriends can be replaced anytime, but a man… is something to savor!

Perhaps this doesn't seem like much to most people, but to some, it's a different story…

Sure enough, when Dongfang Hao heard Dongfang Lan say Yang Fan was her man, his expression immediately began to change. Just then, Yang Fan sprayed a mouthful of water mixed with saliva all over his face, making his expression incredibly interesting!

"Honey, you're amazing! Come on, give me a kiss!"

At that moment, Dongfang Lan suddenly brought her red lips to Yang Fan's cheek and gently pecked him.

Before Yang Fan could react, a faint lip print appeared on his face. Yang Fan looked bewildered, his expression instantly freezing.

"Why did she kiss me? What right did she have to kiss me?"

Tonight is destined to be an unforgettable night. Yang Fan came into this world, and his handsome face, which had never been kissed before, completely lost its virginity before he could even react.

From this day forward, the innocent virgin is no longer innocent; his virginity has taken a historic turn… This is destined to be a memorable day, destined to be a restless night!

Seeing Yang Fan's expression, Dongfang Lan leaned closer to him, almost lying on top of him, her soft breasts inadvertently pressing against his arm, her eyes glazed with desire, clearly aroused.

Yang Fan's breathing quickened with Dongfang Lan's movements. At the same time, another person's breathing also quickened, not from any kind of stimulation, but from excessive anger. This person was none other than Dongfang Hao, whose face Yang Fan had sprayed with spit!

His anger stemmed from Yang Fan spraying him, but even more so from Dongfang Lan's actions. No one understood his true thoughts, no one understood his true intentions towards Dongfang Lan, but when he saw Dongfang Lan kissing Yang Fan, he felt an unprecedented rage.

This rage was unlike anything he had ever experienced before; there was jealousy, there was fury, but even more so, there was a desire to tear Yang Fan to shreds!

"Dare to touch my woman, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Dongfang Hao roared inwardly. But his angry expression gradually calmed down.

Seeing Dongfang Hao's reaction, Yang Fan couldn't help but pay more attention to this man. Power and influence aren't scary, but a cunning mind is. Because such a person can hide their hatred deep inside, and you never know when they'll turn on you. To put it nicely, they're flexible; to put it bluntly, they're insidious!

"Since you're Sister Lan's 'man,' then we're family. But being Sister Lan's 'man' isn't easy. Brother, how about we make a bet?"

Dongfang Hao deliberately emphasized the word 'man,' as if afraid others wouldn't know.

"What kind of bet?"

Yang Fan asked.

“It’s simple. Since he can be Sister Lan’s man, he’s definitely not an ordinary person. If he’s not an ordinary person, he does extraordinary things, so let’s go big with our bet. Luckily, Dream Paradise has brought a black boxing expert from England tonight, so let’s use him for a bet.”

As he spoke, Dongfang Hao wiped the drool from his face. He deliberately paused to wipe his face, intending to get Yang Fan to continue.

Sure enough, Yang Fan didn’t disappoint him, immediately saying, “You mean you want me to fight that black boxing expert?”

“This was your own suggestion, brother!”

At this point, a smile appeared on Dongfang Hao’s face.

Waving his hand, Yang Fan casually said, “Stop with the nonsense, tell me the stakes!”

How could he not see through the other party’s little trick? However, he was genuinely curious; he wanted to see what kind of trap Dongfang Hao could set for him in such a short time.

"Alright, brother, you're really straightforward. If you win, then the entire Dream Paradise Club will belong to you!"

Upon hearing this, everyone, including Dongfang Lan, was shocked. Using the entire Dream Paradise as a wager—this was beyond extravagant.

The entire Dream Paradise was probably worth billions, yet Dongfang Hao was casually using it as a wager. If he didn't have absolute confidence, it could only mean he had too much money to burn.

"What if I lose?"

Yang Fan remained unmoved by the offer, lightly tapping the table and staring directly at the other man.

"Heh, it seems this brother isn't very confident in himself, already thinking about losing before even starting. But I won't make things difficult for you. If you lose, you only need to agree to a few conditions!"

"What conditions?"

"Leave this woman, leave Yanjing forever, and never let me see you again!"

Pointing at Dongfang Lan, Dongfang Hao's voice sounded somewhat ferocious.

"Dongfang Hao, why should you decide my affairs?"

Before Yang Fan could speak, Dongfang Lan was already furious. These bastards, haven't they made things difficult for me enough over the years? Now they even interfere with which friends I make.

While they've done similar things before, they've never been so blatant. Especially when she heard their condition was that Yang Fan leave her, for some reason, she suddenly felt a pang of panic.

Ignoring Dongfang Lan's almost murderous glare, she met Yang Fan's gaze and asked, word by word, "So? Do you dare agree?"

"This condition is undeniably tempting. If I win, I'll be rolling in money; even if I lose, I won't lose much!"

Gently swirling his wine glass, Yang Fan said with a smile, "But unfortunately, I have no interest in your bet, and similarly, I can't use Sister Lan as a bet!"

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Dongfang Lan finally felt relieved. She knew that if Yang Fan agreed, then such a person wasn't worth her concern, and her probing of him would end there.

But now, his refusal was almost without hesitation. This made Dongfang Lan feel that she hadn't misjudged him, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in her heart. She vaguely sensed that her long-frozen heart seemed to have cracked...

"What? You don't dare?"

Dongfang Hao provoked.

"Say what you want. If we changed the bet, I'd take your Dream Paradise tonight. Unfortunately, I have the right to agree to this bet!"

Shrugging, Yang Fan shifted his gaze to Dongfang Lan.

Seeing Yang Fan looking at her, Dongfang Lan's heart suddenly fluttered, and two lovely blushes rose on her face. However, all of this was fleeting. After calming down, she asked Yang Fan, "How confident are you?"

Without answering her question, Yang Fan simply looked calmly at Dongfang Lan, a faint smile on his face.

The two looked at each other for a full half minute before Dongfang Lan suddenly said, "Okay, I agree!"

With a knowing smile, although he didn't take the bet to heart, Yang Fan was still very happy to have gained Dongfang Lan's trust.

Yang Fan gave the other party a reassuring look before turning his gaze to Dongfang Hao, saying, "I hope you keep your word, otherwise you'll definitely regret it!"

"Alright, since you've agreed, I'll arrange for people to prepare immediately!"

Seeing that Yang Fan had finally agreed, Dongfang Hao didn't care about Yang Fan's last threatening remark.

Normally, if anyone dared to speak to him like that to his face, he certainly wouldn't let them off easily. But now, he had no intention of arguing with Yang Fan.

It wasn't that he didn't want to argue, but he felt there was no need to argue with a dead man. There was one more thing he hadn't told Yang Fan: the underground boxing expert he had hired had a nickname, "Hell Bear King." Most people might not know Hell Bear King, but anyone interested in underground boxing would know his name.

Hell Bear King: Height: 1.96 meters; Weight: 113 kilograms; Width: 84 inches. He was once hailed as a world-class heavyweight boxing champion. He fought in 133 battles throughout his life, winning 109 and losing 24. His deadly move was a combination punch. Anyone who faced him was guaranteed to be defeated within ten rounds. He held the third position on the Blacklist for a full ten years without anyone being able to challenge him!

This is the information about the Hell Bear King. And among all this information, the most dazzling thing is his ranking third on the Blacklist.

The so-called Blacklist is a power ranking list circulating in the underworld, primarily for underground boxers. Anyone on the Blacklist poses a far greater danger to public safety than Osama bin Laden, the world's most wanted terrorist.

The Blacklist is not only an affirmation of a boxer's skill but also a symbol of status; for a boxer, being on the Blacklist is an unparalleled honor. Every boxer selected for the Blacklist is a super-skilled fighter, hardened by countless battles, their hands stained with endless blood.

It was precisely because he held this trump card that Dongfang Hao dared to wager the entire Dream Paradise against Yang Fan. Although he spoke casually, the entire Dream Paradise was a massive sum for him. Losing Dream Paradise would even have a significant impact on his inheritance of the Dongfang family's business.

He deliberately raised the stakes so high to make it impossible for Yang Fan to back out. Moreover, with the Hell Bear King as his trump card, he didn't believe he would lose.

And the Hell Bear King never leaves anyone alive. This is his ultimate goal!

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Chapter 54 [I believe in you] (0)

? Dongfang Hao's subordinates are very efficient. In the Dream Paradise Club, there is also a place for fighting underground boxing. In a short while, he had already ordered people to clean up the entire place.

Not only that, he also notified everyone in the club of this news. Hearing that someone was going to challenge the third-ranked Hell Bear King on the world black list, these young masters who were already bored immediately became excited and shouted.

One by one, they crowded towards the underground boxing venue of Dream Paradise. In the blink of an eye, the people of the entire club appeared in the underground boxing club.

Fortunately, the underground boxing club has a very large area. Although it was a bit crowded with so many people at the same time, it did not cause any blockage. On the contrary, these young masters who were bored have already started to set up betting games and started to busy themselves with the outcome of the competition.

Under Dongfang Hao's careful arrangement, information about Yang Fan and the Hell Bear King had already spread among them. Therefore, the odds for the two were vastly different: Yang Fan's odds of winning were 1 to 1, while the Hell Bear King's odds were 1 to 10; conversely, the odds were exactly the opposite.

In fact, the odds were constantly rising, showing that no one favored Yang Fan.

"Xiao Yun, use an account to bet 300 million on the Hell Bear King winning. These people are bored out of their minds. They dare to run such a betting pool; they really have too much money to burn,"

Dongfang Hao said to Dongfang Yun beside him at the edge of the underground boxing arena.

"Brother, I have tens of millions of spare cash here. Why don't we bet on it together? It's a sure thing!"

"Whatever you want, go ahead. Money is a small matter. The important thing is after tonight, Dongfang Lan… hehe!"…

Meanwhile, in another corner, Dongfang Lan watched the young men constantly betting on the Hell Bear King's victory, and a sense of unease suddenly rose in her heart. Although she didn't know how powerful the Hell Bear King was, judging from their frenzied behavior, she could guess a thing or two.

"How confident are you?"

"What? Are you worried about my safety, or are you worried I'll leave you?"

Yang Fan teased.

"You naughty guy, still so unserious at a time like this. Okay, okay, I'm worried about both your safety and that you'll leave, alright? Tell me, how confident are you really?"

"If you trust me, then bet as much money as you have on me winning. Tonight is a great opportunity to make money, don't miss it!"

"I believe you. At worst, I'll go begging with you tomorrow!"

Gritting her teeth, Dongfang Lan seemed to have made up her mind.

"..."

Yang Fan was speechless, but Dongfang Lan's actions still touched him. If her previous agreement to use him as a bet was just a momentary outburst of anger, then her willingness to believe him and wager all her wealth was no longer a fit of pique, but a blind trust.

It was this blind trust that warmed Yang Fan's heart, making him feel that everything he had done tonight was worthwhile...

In a super luxurious private room at Dream Paradise, five or six young men were gathered. They were all around twenty years old, but judging from their attire, they were all from prominent families.

The leader was a young man of about twenty. His features were considered the best among Easterners, a combination that could rival any handsome man. What was even more remarkable was that his perfect appearance carried a touch of otherworldly freshness, and his smile was incredibly innocent, instantly winning people's favor. Especially his confident eyes, sparkling like precious stars and deep like the starry sky, were dreamlike and enchanting, making one's heart flutter.

Just then, the door was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man dressed in black entered and said to him, "Young Master, Dongfang Yun just won the 350 million bet on Hell Bear King!"

"Hiss!"

Even these young masters, who were used to the world, couldn't help but twitch their lips when they heard such a large bet.

In the crowd, a young man in white finally couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Yang, you suddenly opened this gambling game and became the banker yourself. Aren't you just losing money for nothing? I've heard of the Hell Bear King's strength. I heard that although he's ranked third on the Black List, he has the strength of the second."

Another young man said, "Young Master Gu, when have you ever seen Young Master Yang do something he's not sure of? Don't worry, I think Young Master Yang must have his own reasons."

He then shifted his gaze to the first young man and continued, "Speaking of me, Young Master Yang, now that things have come to this, shouldn't you tell us who this Yang Fan is? I don't remember your Yang family having such a person."

"Yes, Young Master Yang, we've grown up together, and I've never heard you mention such a person in your Yang family. Could he be a master secretly trained by the clan? Otherwise, why are you so confident in him?" "

Possibly. That person is called Yang Fan, and the eldest young master also has the surname Yang. I think the nineteenth brother is one of Young Master Yang's Tang brothers!"

"Young Master Yang, you're really not being fair! You have such a powerful brother, and you didn't even introduce him to us!"

Just now, after hearing that a man named Yang Fan had made a bet with Dongfang Hao, Yang Feng immediately ordered his men to set up the betting, leaving his childhood friends completely bewildered. Hearing this, they began to discuss among themselves.

"Young Master, Miss Dongfang Lan has bet the entire Dongfang Lidu on Yang Fan to win!"

At that moment, a burly man in black entered and reported to Yang Feng.

"What? The entire Oriental Lido? That Oriental Lido is no less impressive than this Dream Paradise! It seems that Yang Fan and Dongfang Lan have a really special relationship!"

"Yeah, he actually staked everything on him to encourage him. I think it's

all for nothing this time!" "It seems there's a saying that goes, 'Love makes people blind.' I think Dongfang Lan has lost her composure."

"Actually, Dongfang Lan is really quite remarkable. Not only is she beautiful, but she built her empire from scratch in just ten years, and she's been constantly suppressed by the Dongfang family. I just don't understand, how can the Dongfang family not tolerate such a capable woman?"

"Sigh, I even pursued her back then, but she completely ignored me. However, I have to admit that I, Gu Qingyun, don't admire many people, but Dongfang Lan is definitely one of them."

"That's their family matter, what business is it of ours? But I think in Yanjing, whether it's beauty or intelligence, besides Miss Nalan, probably no one can surpass her!"

"By the way, I heard that Miss Nalan was jilted a few days ago, I wonder if it's true?"

"I've heard about it too. I heard it was a childhood betrothal, and they were almost at the point of marriage, but the man broke it off. To be honest, I really admire that guy. He could refuse the most beautiful woman in Yanjing, you can't help but admire him! I really want to get to know someone like that, it's just a pity I haven't had the chance to meet him yet!"

"That's right, this matter has already spread in the circle, but I heard that the Nalan family also agreed to the other party's annulment and did not make any excessive reaction. I think the man's identity must be extraordinary, otherwise, with the arrogant personality of Old Master Nalan, his granddaughter would probably have already thrown a tantrum when she was rejected!"

"To reject even the most beautiful woman in Yanjing, that's really something else! If it were me, I'd rather die than back down, I'd cling on and insist on getting married..."

Listening to his good friends' discussion, Yang Feng couldn't help but smile wryly. He was also one of Nalan Qingcheng's suitors, but unfortunately, she never even gave him a second glance. Now, out of nowhere, someone else had appeared and rejected him!

Knowing Nalan Qingcheng as he did, she was probably already plotting revenge!

But to be honest, he was also very curious about the mysterious person who broke off the engagement. Rejecting the most beautiful woman in Yanjing wasn't something an ordinary person could do.

Just as he was about to investigate the identity of this mysterious person, his grandfather suddenly found him and told him that if he encountered a young man named Yang Fan in Yanjing, he must help him unconditionally.

And that wasn't all; from his grandfather, he learned that this young man named Yang Fan was the mysterious person who broke off the engagement. Although the old man didn't explicitly say so, Yang Feng vaguely sensed that the other party's status was not low; otherwise, the old man wouldn't have personally asked him to help.

Moreover, throughout the entire affair, the old man Nalan remained remarkably calm, as if nothing had happened. Not only that, but the Nalan family showed no unusual behavior. This forced him to ponder Yang Fan's background…

but unexpectedly, they would meet again tonight at Dream Paradise. Although the two had never met, upon hearing that the other party was going to gamble with Dongfang Hao, he almost instinctively chose to believe Yang Fan.

He could disregard his own judgment, but he had to trust the old man and the old man Nalan's foresight. Therefore, tonight's gamble could be seen as a test of his attitude towards Yang Fan.

If he won, he would follow the old man's advice and unconditionally help him; if he lost, he would consider it a loss of hundreds of millions in investment, and whether they would become friends or enemies in the future would be a matter for further consideration.

However, Dongfang Lan's sudden move completely disrupted his plans. Now, no matter which side wins, he is the biggest loser!

Especially for Dongfang Lan, if Yang Fan wins, he won't just have to pay a few hundred million, but tens of billions…

He smiled bitterly to himself. Based on his understanding of Dongfang Lan, he knew she wouldn't be blinded by love as they claimed… That meant she had absolute confidence, and perhaps Yang Fan had even instructed him to do so…

Yang Feng suddenly realized he had made a very foolish decision tonight.

That man he had never met seemed even more decisive than he had imagined. Not only could he reject the most beautiful woman in Yanjing without hesitation, but he also had absolute confidence in himself…

Chapter 55 [Hell Bear King]

The Hell Bear King, true to his nickname, was a full two meters tall, completely black, and with the unique physique of a Westerner, standing on the stage like Tarzan, giving off an invincible sense of oppression.

As soon as he appeared, the whole scene erupted in noise. The young masters and ladies of noble families below the stage screamed excitedly as if they had taken stimulants.

Especially the socialites, their beautiful eyes lingered on the Hell Bear King's exaggerated muscles, occasionally letting out moans that sounded like they were in bed. Combined with their hands covering their chests and their constant writhing, it was as if they had taken an aphrodisiac…

On the other side of the arena, when Dongfang Lan saw the Hell Bear King's massive body, her recently calmed heart panicked again. Looking at his enormous size and then at Yang Fan's thin frame, the stark contrast made her extremely uneasy.

Even she herself didn't realize that after hearing Yang Fan's words, she had unwittingly bet everything on him. But at this point, it was too late for regrets. Her heart was filled with worry, though she didn't know whether it was worry about Yang Fan's safety or about her Dongfang Lido.

"Little… Yang Fan, are you sure you can win? If not, let's just admit defeat!"

Dongfang Lan whispered, tugging at Yang Fan's sleeve.

She didn't want to undermine Yang Fan's confidence, but looking at the Hell Bear King's massive fists and then at Yang Fan's delicate hands, she was really worried...

"Sister Lan, how about you help me manage this Dream Paradise after I win it?"

Instead of answering her question, Yang Fan asked in return.

"Okay... Ah, what did you say?"

At first, she didn't quite hear what Yang Fan said, but when Dongfang Lan realized what he meant, she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

What kind of time is this to be joking? Doesn't he have any worries at all? But he just told me to help him manage it—was this a confession or just to comfort me?

After Yang Fan's words, Dongfang Lan's heart was completely in turmoil, but undeniably, she was no longer as worried as before.

"Alright, just wait for my good news!"

With that, Yang Fan grabbed the rope at the edge of the ring, and with a light leap, he jumped onto the ring.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

"Go Hell Bear King! Hell Bear King will win!"

"Damn it, he dares to fight the Hell Bear King like that? Has he never died before?!"

"Damn, what a waste of my 100,000 silver dollars! Looks like it's all gone down the drain!"

"..."

As soon as Yang Fan stepped onto the stage, shouts and cheers erupted. No one had any faith in Yang Fan. Even the few who had previously fantasized that Yang Fan could create a miracle regretted their decision after seeing his thin frame. A barrage of insults came from all directions.

Yang Fan's height, while not exceptionally tall for an Easterner, was still outstanding. But in front of the Hell Bear King, he looked like a stunted child; the difference in their sizes was obvious.

Ignoring the shouts, Yang Fan turned his gaze to the black man in front of him. Yang Fan could clearly sense a bloody aura emanating from his opponent, a scent very similar to that of a bloodthirsty beast—the kind of scent that only comes from someone who has drunk their fill of blood.

"Can you speak Chinese?"

Yang Fan suddenly asked after sizing him up.

"..."

Although the Hell Bear King didn't answer, Yang Fan could tell from its eyes that it understood him.

"How about this, I'd like to discuss something with you?"

"What? Trying to beg for mercy? Too bad, you shouldn't be here, because I've already promised my boss I won't let you leave this arena."

This time, the Hell Bear King finally spoke. His Chinese wasn't perfect, but it was fluent enough.

"No, no, no! You're wrong. I just want to make a bet with you!"

Yang Fan waved his hands repeatedly.

"Oh? What kind of bet? While I'm not particularly interested in a dead man's wager, I am curious about what you want to say."

"It's simple. I'll give you three moves. I won't make a move within those three moves. After three moves, if I defeat you, you'll follow me from now on. If you defeat me, I have a bank card here, and all the money in it is yours. I think with your eyesight, you should be able to tell roughly how much money is in this card, right?"

As he spoke, Yang Fan took out his Swiss bank card.

"Hmm?"

Seeing the Swiss bank card in Yang Fan's hand, the Hell Bear King's eyes narrowed slightly. He naturally knew what kind of number that thin card represented, but he hadn't expected the other party to suddenly make such a bet with him!

Although he wasn't short of money, it depended on who he was comparing himself to. True, he admitted he fought in underground boxing matches because he enjoyed the frenzied killing, the breathtaking sight of tearing enemies to shreds. But if it weren't for the money, he might have chosen a different profession, like a mercenary or an assassin…

"I understand what you mean. You want to use this money to bribe me to spare your life. After all, to get this money, I can't completely kill you, because I need you to tell me the password. Although it's a bit different from what my boss told me, I promise you!"

Waving his hand, Yang Fan casually said, "Think what you want. Just remember this bet and don't try to renege later. I'm a good person in many ways, but I don't like people who don't keep their word!"

"Me too. Although I admit I like Chinese people too much, maybe you're an exception. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you later."

As he spoke, the Hell Bear King twisted its neck, and immediately, a series of crisp bone sounds came, as if it wanted to show off to Yang Fan.

With an undeniable smile, Yang Fan said nothing, put away the bank card, and casually stood there, saying, "Come on, I said I wouldn't make a move within three moves, but once I do, you might not have a chance!"

"While I admit I admire you somewhat, I utterly despise your arrogance. You will soon pay the price for your arrogance!"

As a master of underground boxing, a top-three expert dominating the Black List, Hell Bear King possessed his own pride. People like him couldn't tolerate being looked down upon.

And now, Yang Fan's actions, in Hell Bear King's eyes, were undoubtedly blatant contempt. Although he promised not to kill him, that didn't mean he wouldn't teach him a lesson he would never forget, because he would make anyone who looked down on him pay the price!

So, the instant Yang Fan finished speaking, Hell Bear King moved!

With one stride, he leaped about two meters, covering a distance of only four or five meters between him and Yang Fan. In this situation, he appeared in front of Yang Fan almost instantly.

At the same time, his enormous, fan-like hand clenched tightly, sending a gust of wind through the air as he punched Yang Fan in the chest.

Although the Hell Bear King was furious, he was still careful with his strength. He didn't want to kill his opponent with a single blow; otherwise, even if he got the bank card, it would be useless without the PIN.

Therefore, this punch would at most severely injure his opponent, but wouldn't truly kill him. Even so, it would take at least ten days to recover from this punch.

The chilling wind of his punch, his heavy footsteps—each time the Hell Bear King landed on one foot, the entire venue seemed to tremble. Just how fast was he? Few people could see it clearly until his fist was almost upon Yang Fan's body, at which point the crowd snapped out of their shock.

"Well done!"

"Yang Fan..."

The excited shouts contrasted sharply with Dongfang Lan's terrified screams. Unfortunately, she was outnumbered; how could one person's voice drown out the entire venue?

Yang Fan seemed completely stunned by Hell Bear King's overwhelming power, standing there motionless. As the opponent's fist drew closer, he... remained completely unresponsive.

"It's over!"

Just when Hell Bear King was certain that all the money in the bank card in his opponent's hand would be his, and that his opponent would knock him down with a single punch, the smile on his face suddenly froze...

He felt as if his fist, powerful enough to knock down a bull, hadn't hit its target, but rather struck thin air. The powerful force of the punch created a crisp "pop" sound in the air. However, what he had predicted did not happen.

"One move!"

At that moment, a faint note came from behind him. Without hesitation, Hell Bear King's decades of experience in underground boxing gave him the perfect reaction.

He bent his right arm, using it as a weapon, and rotated ninety degrees in the opposite direction, his arm whipping out like an iron whip behind him.

At the same time, his left hand quickly formed a fist, passing under his armpit, and as his arm slashed out, his fist also struck behind him.

However, to his surprise, even with his fastest reaction time, his attack still missed!

"Two moves, you still have one more chance to strike!"

Hearing this voice, Hell Bear King realized that he was wrong, terribly wrong. The other party wasn't trying to bribe him with money; he had absolute confidence in defeating him.

He knew he had met a true master. But this discovery didn't discourage Hell Bear King at all; on the contrary, his arrogance was completely ignited.

Hell Bear King had dominated the underground boxing scene for decades, relying on that belief that the stronger the opponent, the stronger he would become. At this moment, he dared not hold back any longer, shouting, "Combination punch!"

At this moment, his strongest attack, which had dominated the underground boxing scene, was finally unleashed without reservation...

Chapter 56 [Tears of Despair]

A combination punch is a type of boxing technique. For example, a left jab plus a right straight punch, plus a left hook, is a combination punch. Hell Bear King's combination punches are a unique style he developed from decades of boxing experience.

This combination includes dozens of punches such as jabs, hooks, and uppercuts. The jab is further divided into lead jabs, rear jabs, and front jabs. Both lead

and rear jabs are thrown with the body turned to the side. The lead jab is a direct punch from the front side of the boxer, maximizing its range.

The rear jab can also be divided into rear jabs and rear straights, using the same side stance as the lead jab. However, this punch is much more powerful than the lead jab, with the rear side of the boxer striking directly at the opponent, maximizing its range. The

front jab is thrown with the body parallel to the opponent, not turned to the side. It's a direct punch facing the opponent, also maximizing its range. After throwing the punch, the body is slightly turned to the side.

The hook punch, with the shoulder joint as the axis, is thrown from the outside of the body with a straight arm, swinging inward in a fan-shaped path to attack the opponent's flank. It is usually a single punch or a series of left and right hooks.

The uppercut, with the arm bent from the outside of the body, hooks inward, using power from the waist and shoulder, striking the opponent in an arc. It can strike from multiple angles and has great power.

These fist techniques, each punch expending immense energy and possessing tremendous destructive power, are so powerful that even mastering just one or two is enough to make a formidable force in the underground boxing world.

However, Hell Wolf King has completely integrated them into a unified set, forming a powerful combination punch that is both offensive and defensive, with unparalleled destructive force. This is not only proof of his strength but also a testament to his unique talent for the art.

In the underground boxing world, no one has ever truly been able to withstand the full force of this combination punch.

In fact, since its creation, he has never fully utilized it; each time, he only needs one or two techniques from the combination to achieve victory.

This combination punch was prepared for his quest to become the number one fighter on the Black List; it was his strongest trump card. Yet, unexpectedly, Yang Fan used it so easily today.

While most people are unaware of the significance of Hell Wolf King's combination punch, many of those present are underground boxing enthusiasts and can readily recognize its power.

Those who knew this was the Hell Bear King's killing move were even more shocked. The Hell Bear King had been forced to use his strongest attack right from the start; didn't this mean even the Hell Bear King was wary of his opponent's strength? Or perhaps, he wasn't confident…

Still in the luxurious private box of Dream Paradise, Yang Feng and his group could clearly see everything on the stage through the LCD TV.

When they saw the Hell Bear King unleash his ultimate combination punch right from the start, everyone except Yang Feng gasped in astonishment.

Given their status and position, they naturally knew what this combination punch represented. Although they were somewhat optimistic about Yang Fan because of Yang Feng, they never imagined that the seemingly frail youth would be so strong!

Even the Hell Bear King's signature move, used to compete for the top spot on the Black List, had been used. Didn't this mean that this young man possessed at least the strength of the number one on the Black List?

Not only them, but even Yang Feng was quite frightened by the scene before him. Although the two old men had prevented him from underestimating Yang Fan, and he had even been secretly praising Yang Fan, he now realized that he had underestimated him...

"Cousin, this..."

Below the arena, Dongfang Yun watched as the Hell Bear King suddenly unleashed a combination of punches. Understanding the reason behind it, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"It's alright. In my opinion, he wants to take down this kid as quickly as possible. Don't forget how much we paid him. Faced with a fortune enough for him to live on for a lifetime, how could he not fight desperately?" Although he

had the same thought, Dongfang Hao was unwilling to admit that Yang Fan was a match for the Hell Bear King. To put it another way, it concerned the entire Dream Paradise, so he had to comfort himself like this...

"Yang Fan..."

On the other side, Dongfang Lan was also quite frightened when she saw the black gorilla suddenly go berserk. She had no idea about combo punches, but seeing that big guy suddenly go berserk like he'd taken the wrong medicine, her heart leaped into her throat.

Especially when she saw the gorilla's punches produce sonic booms, and several times his fists struck the ring railings, shattering them like porcelain.

And looking at Yang Fan, completely helpless, the entire ring filled with the gorilla's shadow, how could she not worry?

At that moment, she had long forgotten her purpose in testing Yang Fan, and she had long forgotten that she was trying to shoo away flies for her best friend Lin Jiaxin. Now, her mind was filled only with Yang Fan.

Although Yang Fan hadn't said it explicitly, she knew that he was doing all this just to save face for her. She knew this perfectly well; she had only been somewhat reluctant to admit it before. But now, whether she admitted it or not, she knew she would never forget tonight, never forget that slightly gaunt figure…

On the arena, the Hell Bear King's attacks were like a surging tide, relentless and relentless, wave after wave, each one stronger than the last.

Yang Fan, however, was like a small boat on the vast ocean, remaining remarkably calm amidst the waves, no matter how fierce the attacks. His opponent's attacks, though seemingly fierce, hadn't even touched the hem of his clothes.

"You idiot, seemingly brainless, yet you're playing mind games with me. I said three moves, but you've already used several combinations. Now it's more than three moves, thirty!"

Yang Fan said with a smile, dodging another iron-fisted punch.

Just then, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and his expression changed slightly as

he said, "Watch out, I'm about to make my move!" As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fan, who had been retreating continuously, suddenly took a step forward. And with that step, his entire body collided squarely with the Hell Bear King's chest…

This sudden turn of events caught not only the Hell Bear King off guard, but also the crowd below the stands. At that moment, their thoughts were remarkably similar: this guy was insane!

With his frail body, charging into the Hell Bear King's massive, bear-like form—this collision was tantamount to suicide. What else could such an action be but madness?

However, just when everyone thought Yang Fan would be completely sent flying by this collision, an astonishing scene suddenly unfolded…

To everyone's expectant gaze, the two bodies collided with a deafening roar in mid-air. But Yang Fan's slender body was not thrown away. Conversely, the Hell Bear King's massive body, like a missile, suddenly shot up from the ground, slamming into the air and crashing into the wall.

In mid-air, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, the crimson blood tracing a perfect arc in the air before landing precisely on the ground. A faint,

nauseating stench of blood filled the air. Yet, no one reacted this way. Instead, their minds were completely blank; they couldn't recall a single thing.

Not only them, but the Dongfang brothers, Dongfang Lan, and Yang Feng and his group in the private room—none of them had expected things to turn out this way so suddenly, so quickly, so violently! Seeing the Hell Bear King lying motionless on the ground, he was probably unconscious…

A chill ran down their spines. If even the Hell Bear King's enormous body couldn't withstand the force of his impact, what about themselves? Would he be smashed to pieces?

At this moment, Yang Fan's figure, which had seemed insignificant to everyone, suddenly appeared towering. His eyes no longer held any disdain or mockery; instead, they were filled with boundless terror… Everyone experiences fear. It's just that different people experience fear to varying degrees. What ordinary people perceive as fear might seem insignificant to those in power and influence.

But even those with power and influence are still human, and as human beings, they too experience fear. It's just that this fear is temporarily suppressed by power and influence. Once they discover that something that power cannot suppress is happening before them, they too will experience fear and terror!

Now, faced with Yang Fan's shocking attack, they couldn't help but fear. It wasn't because they feared Yang Fan's identity or his imposing figure, but because they feared his strength.

No matter the era, time, or situation, might makes right—this is an eternal and unchanging rule. Faced with absolute power, any conspiracy, any so-called power, will have nowhere to hide!

Yang Fan earned their respect and their fear with his fists! Similarly, he proved himself to everyone with his strength. From tonight onward, the name Yang Fan will be known throughout high society...

At this moment, the most shocked were the Dongfang brothers, or perhaps not shocked, but bewildered. They never imagined that their attempt to set a trap for the other party would backfire, trapping them instead. Not only had over 300 million RMB gone down the drain, but the entire Dream Paradise would no longer belong to them after tonight…

The thought of this made Dongfang Hao feel like crying.

With so many people making the bet, going back on his word was out of the question. So, what could he do to prevent Dream Paradise from changing hands? Changing hands was a minor matter; what Dongfang Hao worried about was that the Dream Paradise affair would shake his position as heir to the Dongfang family. If that happened, he would have shot himself in the foot, trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead!

Chapter 57 [First Kiss Gone]

"Young Master Yang, it wouldn't be right if you didn't tell us the truth this time, would it?"

Inside the private room, the group of young masters, having recovered from their shock, immediately surrounded Yang Feng, demanding an explanation.

"Yeah, Young Master Yang, you guys have to introduce us to this awesome guy, otherwise you're really not being fair!"

"By the way, didn't Young Master Yang just open a betting game? He made a killing this time! Those two idiots, Dongfang Hao and his buddy, gave him over 300 million. Putting everything else aside, Young Master Yang has to treat us this time, right?"

"Tell me, Young Master Yang, did you conspire with that guy beforehand to deliberately rip off that kid Dongfang Hao?"

"..."

Hearing his usual buddies' questioning, Yang Feng was speechless. At this moment, he felt an urge to curse.

What bullshit about making a killing? That little girl Dongfang Lan bet the entire Dongfang Li Sect on Yang Fan—a company worth billions! It was a 1 to 10 payout, and now Yang Fan won. That means as the bookmaker, he has to pay Dongfang Lan at least tens of billions!

Although the Yang family was wealthy and powerful, and Yang Feng was their designated heir, where would he get hundreds of billions of assets at once? Robbing a bank? Or kidnapping someone?

In terms of frustration, Young Master Yang was no less frustrated than the Dongfang brothers. However, thinking that the brothers had not only lost the entire Dream Paradise but also faced family punishment, Yang Feng felt a little better.

"Let's go, didn't you want to meet Yang Fan? Now's a good opportunity, let's go together!"

With that, Yang Feng left the private room first with a bitter face…

"Little brother, you're amazing!"

Just as Yang Fan stepped off the stage, Dongfang Lan appeared out of nowhere, hugged him, and gave him a sweet kiss. And this time, it wasn't on the cheek, but on the lips…

"Oh no, my first kiss is gone!"

Yang Fan was about to savor the smooth, bone-deep feeling when Dongfang Lan's fragrant lips had already left his, leaving him only with a blurry, sweet sensation.

Smacking his lips, Yang Fan tried hard to recall what that feeling had been like, but unfortunately, Dongfang Lan's attack was sudden and fleeting, leaving him no time to react. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite grasp the sensation.

At that moment, Yang Fan felt an urge to cry. His first kiss was gone, and he didn't even know what it felt like. He wanted to curse Dongfang Lan as a rogue, a bandit, a robber, for stealing his first kiss without his consent.

And why the sudden attack? If they had explained things clearly, he might have resisted a little, giving him some warning, and he wouldn't have been completely unaware of how his first kiss was lost.

But now? Not only was his first kiss gone, but he didn't even know what it tasted like. Yang Fan felt like Pigsy from Journey to the West eating the ginseng fruit—he ate it but didn't know what it tasted like, only filled with regret…

“What's wrong, little brother? Are you unhappy?”

Seeing Yang Fan's gloomy expression, Dongfang Lan hooked his chin with her finger and asked.

“That was my first kiss…”

Yang Fan said like a shy little sister, looking aggrieved.

“Giggle…”

Hearing Yang Fan's barely audible voice, Dongfang Lan laughed heartily. She thought something was wrong, but he was actually upset about it. She had nothing to be upset about, so why was he upset? It was his first kiss, but wasn't it also hers?

At this moment, Dongfang Lan suddenly remembered that she had been so happy that she hadn't even experienced what her first kiss felt like before it was gone. No wonder he was unhappy; even he himself felt a bit regretful…

“Little brother, you’re so cute! It’s just a kiss, it’s okay. When no one’s around, I’ll let you kiss me as much as you want!”

Although she felt a bit regretful, Dongfang Lan was still Dongfang Lan. She reached out and gently stroked Yang Fan’s face, bringing her lips close to his ear, her breath sweet and alluring.

“Really?”

Hearing Dongfang Lan say this, Yang Fan’s face lit up with joy.

“No way! You little lecher, you dare to even try to take advantage of your older sister? Don’t you want to live anymore?” Dongfang

Lan flicked Yang Fan’s forehead, her expression changing faster than flipping through a book.

With a slight sigh, Yang Fan suddenly remembered a wise saying from a senior: “It’s better to believe in ghosts than to believe a woman’s lying mouth.”

It seems that this lesson learned from countless predecessors is indeed a wise saying that will be passed down through the ages…

Since he couldn’t believe a woman’s lying mouth, Yang Fan could only transfer his anger over losing his first kiss onto Dongfang Hao.

"Dongfang Hao? The heir of the Dongfang family, right? I wonder if you still remember the bet we made before?"

Yang Fan asked with a playful expression as he approached Dongfang Hao.

"Hmm, it's just a stupid bet, how could my Dongfang family renege on it!"

Before Dongfang Hao could even speak, Dongfang Yun, standing beside him, had already spoken up, his arrogant expression suggesting he didn't take the bet seriously at all.

"Oh... good that you haven't forgotten. I thought some people were planning to renege on their bet. But that makes sense, with the Dongfang family's resources, a mere Dream Paradise is nothing to them."

Deliberately drawing out the "oh," Yang Fan even had an urge to hug Dongfang Yun and kiss him passionately. He was being incredibly cooperative; without him speaking up, he wouldn't have been able to continue this act.

Compared to Yang Fan's "gratitude" towards Dongfang Yun, Dongfang Hao now wished he could skin his useless cousin alive and had an urge to curse him mercilessly.

What the hell can he do besides chasing girls? A worthless bet? Is Dream Paradise just a joke? Why don't you try it yourself? Damn it, it's easy for him to talk when he's not in the situation. If Dream Paradise is gone, how am I supposed to explain this to those bastards in my family?

This isn't just about Dream Paradise; it involves the reputation and interests of the entire Dongfang family. You know, tonight's incident will soon be known throughout Yanjing. Then everyone will know he lost Dream Paradise. How will they view him then?

And that's not all. After this commotion, his status in the family will definitely plummet. Those brothers and sisters who have been eyeing his position all along will definitely kick him while he's down. At that point, the loss won't just be about Dream Paradise; he might even be stripped of his heir status!

He was trying to find a reason to back out of the bet, but now, thanks to Dongfang Yun's actions, he couldn't back out even if he wanted to…

“Haha, it's so lively here! Looks like we're late and missed a good show!”

Just as Dongfang Hao was racking his brains, a hearty laugh suddenly rang out in the hall. Then, Yang Feng, dressed in designer clothes, led a group of people through the entrance.

Seeing Yang Feng and his entourage, Dongfang Hao's heart skipped a beat. His intuition told him that Yang Feng's appearance was definitely not good.

How could he not know about the bet Yang Feng had set up? He just pretended not to know because he wanted to secretly rip off Yang Feng. In his view, as long as Yang Feng didn't show up, the problem would be easy to solve.

Although the Dongfang family was powerful, they weren't powerful enough to shake the Yang family. Unless absolutely necessary, he was very unwilling to truly confront the Yang family, and this was precisely the Dongfang family's development direction. Therefore, even if he resented the Yang family, he could only resort to underhanded tactics.

But Yang Feng's sudden appearance at this moment made things seem more complicated than they appeared. Dongfang Hao knew Yang Feng very well.

In Yanjing, there was a saying about the Four Young Masters and the Four Talented Women. The Four Young Masters were Yang Feng of the Yang family, Ouyang Cheng of the Ouyang family, Zhang Yu of the Zhang family, and Fang Wanshan of the Fang family. All four were leading figures among the next generation of heirs of their respective aristocratic families. The

Four Talented Women were Nalan Qingcheng of the Nalan family, Qin Mengyao of the Qin family, and Shen Ruolan of the Shen family. The last one belonged to no particular family, but whose beauty and wisdom were no less than any of them.

These four talented women were said to be number one in beauty, number one in courage, number one in musical talent, and number one in business acumen. Nalan Qingcheng was universally acknowledged as number one in beauty in Yanjing, an unchallenged title.

As for Qin Mengyao's exceptional courage, it stems from the immense crisis her family faced when she was eighteen. The entire Qin family was nearly swallowed up, but Qin Mengyao, a woman, single-handedly saved the family and is now its de facto leader. Her story of taking on a critical mission and rescuing the family spread quickly, earning her the title of a heroine.

Shen Ruolan, the renowned singer known as the "Queen of Asian Pop," is also universally acknowledged as such. On the other hand, Tang Wan, known as a business prodigy, is not only low-key but also shrouded in mystery. No one knows where she came from, yet everyone in Yanjing knows of her.

Undeniably, she built her own business empire from scratch in Yanjing and across the country. Such a remarkable woman, even without any connections, commands respect from all.

Therefore, the Four Young Masters and Four Talented Women were extremely famous in Yanjing. Anyone who had spent even a few days in Yanjing would know the rumors about them. The Four Young Masters were ranked as follows:

Yang Feng was the leader, Ouyang Cheng second, Zhang Yu third, and Fang Wanshan fourth. Now, Yang Feng, known as the head of the Four Young Masters of Yanjing, had suddenly appeared here. Dongfang Hao didn't think this was a good thing.

Chapter 58 [A God-like Man]

"Young Master Yang, what brings you here today?"

Although he secretly wished the other man would get lost, Dongfang Hao had to ask with a smile.

"Hehe, having nothing better to do, I came to your Dream Paradise to have some fun. I heard you used Dream Paradise to make bets, so I came to see. With your generosity, Brother Dongfang, I, Yang Feng, am truly ashamed. I can't afford to play myself, so I can only come and have a taste. So, Brother Dongfang, since you dared to use the entire Dream Paradise as a bet, you must be confident of victory, right?"

It has to be admitted that Yang Feng's acting skills were indeed far beyond ordinary people. If he went into the entertainment industry, he certainly wouldn't fare too badly. Yang Feng clearly knew that Dongfang Hao already knew he and his group were in Dream Paradise, but he pretended as if he had just arrived. With such acting talent, it's a real waste that he's not a star.

Not only Dongfang Hao, but even his close friends behind him couldn't help but twitch their lips from time to time. It turned out that only today did they realize that this young master Yang, the head of the Four Young Masters of Yanjing, truly lived up to his reputation. Putting aside everything else, their acting skills alone were beyond their reach!

As soon as Yang Feng finished speaking, Dongfang Hao's face turned ashen. He had been afraid that Yang Feng and his group would get involved in this matter, but he hadn't expected it to come so unexpectedly.

The other party's words, ostensibly a question, were actually a plea for him to admit to the bet. In this circle, you can give up anything, but face is something no one can afford to lose.

If he denied the bet now, he could no longer work in this circle. But if he admitted to the bet, his future would be drastically altered!

At this moment, Dongfang Hao had to reconsider Yang Fan's identity. He had made the bet with Yang Fan without clarifying his identity because, in his view, anyone who associated with Dongfang Lan couldn't possibly have a powerful background. Everyone in Yanjing knew about Dongfang Lan's connection to the Dongfang family, and few dared to get involved in such a mess.

Furthermore, he knew most of the influential young men in Yanjing, but he had never met Yang Fan. This could only mean that Yang Fan had no background whatsoever, and even if he did, the Dongfang family had nothing to fear.

But now, Yang Feng clearly intended to help Yang Fan. Putting everything else aside, this alone made him look at Yang Fan differently. Just imagine, someone treated this way by the young master of the Yang family couldn't possibly be ordinary.

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint Young Master Yang. I was blind and made a fool of myself tonight. And from this moment on, Dream Paradise no longer belongs to me, Dongfang Hao!"

Dongfang Hao's forced smile was more like a grimace. However, he was flexible enough to accept it, even though he was unwilling.

Dongfang Hao's voice, though not loud, carried clearly to every corner of the venue. Hearing Dongfang Hao's final decision, countless people gasped.

The entire Dream Paradise was handed over so easily. Whether Dongfang Hao liked it or not, his forceful actions still surprised many people. If it were them, they would probably find all sorts of excuses and would never give up Dream Paradise.

Not to mention others, even Yang Feng was slightly taken aback. He didn't expect Dongfang Hao to agree so readily. The reason he was here was to help Yang Fan take over Dream Paradise. After all, he could both strike at Dongfang Hao and get closer to Yang Fan. He would never give up such a win-win situation. He just didn't expect Dongfang Hao to admit the bet so easily!

"It seems I underestimated Dongfang Hao before. He can bend and stretch, and his scheming is so deep. I have to be more careful with this kind of person in the future!"

On the surface, he remained calm, but inwardly, Yang Feng's vigilance towards Dongfang Hao rose to a new level...

The news of Dream Paradise changing hands would surely spread throughout the streets and alleys of Yanjing before dawn. And Yang Fan's name will soon be known throughout Yanjing. Putting everything else aside, his status as the new owner of Dream Paradise alone is enough to propel him into high society, regardless of his wishes.

"Brother Yang, congratulations! Dream Paradise is now yours!"

Having received Dongfang Hao's affirmative answer, Yang Feng naturally wasn't afraid of the other party going back on his word. Although their silent competition had been ongoing, it wasn't time to tear off the mask of civility yet, and Yang Feng didn't want to push the other party too far.

"Do we know each other?"

Seeing Yang Feng suddenly turn the topic to him, Yang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Hehe, you don't know me, but I know you, Brother Yang."

Seeing the slight change in Yang Fan's expression, Yang Feng immediately continued, "Brother Yang, don't misunderstand. It's not that I'm intentionally investigating you. It's just that your annulment of the engagement at the Nalan family a few days ago has already spread throughout Yanjing. And coincidentally, I know a little more than others, so..."

"What? He's the one who rejected Nalan Qingcheng? The one who rejected Yanjing's number one beauty, the little princess of the Nalan family, and took the initiative to annul the engagement? Nalan Qingcheng's fiancé?"

Yang Feng's words were like a super-heavyweight bomb thrown into the crowd, making everyone's brains buzz.

Whether it was the group of young masters behind Yang Feng, the young men and women below the stage, or even the Dongfang brothers, or even Dongfang Lan, everyone was quite frightened by Yang Feng's words...

Who is Nalan Qingcheng? Mentioning this name, it can be said that everyone in Yanjing's high society knows her. She possessed countless glories and accolades; she was the goddess in the hearts of countless men and the idol in the hearts of countless women!

She was a woman of both beauty and wisdom; her intelligence was astonishing, her beauty breathtaking, and her suitors were scattered throughout Yanjing, all being the most outstanding and successful men in their circles.

Among them were the four young masters, including Yang Feng, as well as men like Dongfang Hao; in fact, most of those present were suitors of Nalan Qingcheng. Those who

saw her as a goddess knew they were unworthy of her. Those who saw her as an idol knew the gap between themselves and her. Nalan Qingcheng was a very special existence; both men and women clearly understood the distance between themselves and her. Few loved her, for they dared not love her; and no one hated her, for they had no right to hate her…

Not many people knew that Nalan Qingcheng had a fiancé, but not a few either. Furthermore, thanks to the intentional or unintentional promotion by Old Master Nalan, many people were aware of this.

This is precisely why Nalan Qingcheng has no shortage of suitors, yet none dare to openly express their feelings. Even those who want to express their love must do so subtly and deliberately, going around in circles before finally making their intentions clear.

While Nalan Qingcheng's exceptional talent and beauty certainly play a part, her fiancé also has a significant influence.

Who exactly is this man, the grandson-in-law approved by even the patriarch of the Nalan family, the man truly worthy of Nalan Qingcheng? This is a question that likely lingers in the hearts of everyone in Yanjing's high society.

Therefore, although Yang Fan has never appeared in Yanjing, his reputation is almost universally known. While no one knows his name or identity, his fame far surpasses that of the Four Young Masters of Yanjing. There's no other reason than that he is Nalan Qingcheng's man!

The Four Young Masters' excellence is universally acknowledged, but they all admit they are unworthy of Nalan Qingcheng. Therefore, the man worthy of her must surpass even the Four Young Masters.

This is why everything about Nalan Qingcheng's mysterious fiancé became a hot topic of conversation in this circle.

The more mysterious something is, the more it arouses people's curiosity. Everyone has a gossipy subconscious, it's just a matter of whether they can express it. Just like a fan, everything about their favorite star, even the smallest thing, will be considered a huge deal.

Nalan Qingcheng, as the goddess in the hearts of all men in Yanjing and the idol in the hearts of all women, is a perfect woman whose fame far surpasses that of ordinary celebrities. Her fans could circle the earth... Therefore, any small thing that happens to her is a big deal, let alone something as big as her fiancé!

But then one day, news suddenly came that their goddess's fiancé had suddenly appeared, not to marry her, but to annul the engagement. One can imagine the sensation this news caused when it spread.

In just half a day, this matter became almost universally known, and the mysterious man envied by all the men in Yanjing instantly became someone they looked up to, a god-like figure!

Just imagine, a man who could reject Yanjing's most beautiful woman—wouldn't they look up to him? A man who could reject the woman they dreamed of, someone they coveted—wasn't he a god-like figure in their hearts?

Now, this god-like man stood right before them, which made them feel incredulous and even more curious about Yang Fan.

If before, their curiosity about Yang Fan stemmed solely from Nalan Qingcheng, now it was entirely because of Yang Fan himself.

A man who could reject Yanjing's most beautiful woman was already an enigma, not to mention that this man, on his first appearance, won a club worth billions overnight with nothing, and he even defeated the third-ranked master on the underworld's blacklist… Therefore, this god-like man was destined to become the talk of the town in Yanjing's high society!

Chapter 59 [Dream Paradise Changes Hands]

Even Yang Fan himself hadn't expected that his impulsive decision would have such serious consequences. Judging from the expressions of the people before him, it was clear that news of Nalan Qingcheng's annulment had likely spread throughout Yanjing.

An annulment is a very serious matter for both the man and the woman. If the woman initiated the annulment, it damages the man's dignity; if the man initiated it, it affects the woman's reputation.

Imagine a woman who hasn't even married yet being annulted by her fiancé for no reason—it would inevitably have some impact.

Regardless of the reason, a woman being rejected will always arouse speculation, and these speculations will inevitably revolve around various aspects of her life. How much will this affect a woman's future?

Whether it's marriage or career, once people know this woman has been rejected before, what man would be willing to accept her again? Even if that woman is outstanding, they might still think, "I only got a chance because others rejected me, so am I inferior to them?" In that case, even if they were to get together, their happiness would likely be short-lived.

The same principle applies to career. Whether in ancient or modern times, a person's reputation is extremely important. A person with a tarnished reputation will likely never gain the genuine trust of others. And in the business world, the importance of credibility is self-evident.

Upon reflection, Yang Fan realized that his impulsive actions had caused the other party such immense distress.

For the first time, he felt regret for his actions. For the first time, he felt guilt towards a woman he had never met.

This feeling was strange, yet very real and clear. For some reason, at this moment, Yang Fan felt a desire to see the fiancée he had rejected. It had nothing to do with anything else; he simply wanted to apologize for his recklessness!

Right now, Yang Feng had revealed his identity in front of so many people, which wasn't a good thing for Yang Fan, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing either. Because of his identity, he might provoke fierce attacks from those who admire Nalan Qingcheng, but equally, because of this identity, those who want to harm him will have to consider their own status.

A person who dares to offend even the Nalan family—just how much power does he possess? It's obvious even to a fool. Is such a person someone an ordinary person can afford to offend?

Now that Yang Fan has just won against Dream Paradise, although Dongfang Hao outwardly acknowledges this fact, can he swallow this huge loss? The answer is undoubtedly yes. Even if he doesn't act directly, he will likely be secretly directing some people to do some underhanded things.

Now, however, Yang Fan's identity is becoming increasingly mysterious, and if he wants to take action against him, he has to consider many more things. A smart person doesn't fight a battle they can't win. Dongfang Hao considers himself a talented man, so naturally he wouldn't act rashly without understanding his opponent's strength. Therefore, before figuring out Yang Fan's identity, he wouldn't, and dared not, act easily.

The reason Yang Feng exposed his deeds in front of so many people could be that he intentionally pushed him to the opposite side of everyone, but it could also be that he intended to curry favor with him.

Yang Fan saw this very clearly, and the other party's sudden appearance was actually a great help to him. After all, without his presence, he might have had to put in a lot more effort to take over Dream Paradise.

He wasn't naive enough to think that Dongfang Hao would obediently hand over the entire Dream Paradise to him. If Yang Feng hadn't deliberately put him down with his previous words, Dongfang Hao might have tried everything to stop him, even to the point of killing him to silence him.

Therefore, Yang Fan was very clear about Yang Feng's initiative to curry favor. What he couldn't understand was why a complete stranger, a man who seemed to be of considerable status, would take the initiative to befriend him. Was there some ulterior motive, or some other reason?

Regardless of the reason, Yang Fan had to admit that deep down, he respected Yang Feng. Undoubtedly, Yang Feng was a man who rarely won people's favor; he possessed an inexplicable charm that naturally inspired a sense of closeness—perhaps what people called personal charisma.

Moreover, he had just helped him, revealing his identity, which was also a form of indirect support. While he wouldn't call him a close friend, Yang Fan knew this man was someone worth befriending.

Standing behind Yang Fan, Dongfang Lan remained silent, staring at him with curiosity. She couldn't believe that the man she had once considered a scoundrel who had deliberately approached Xin Xin was actually the mysterious man who had been the talk of the town in Yanjing these past few days—the "fierce man" who dared to reject Yanjing's most beautiful woman. She couldn't fathom the courage it took to proactively propose annulment to the Nalan family, or the willpower required to refuse both Yanjing's most beautiful woman and the Nalan family's immense wealth!

Would such a man really approach Lin Jiaxin because of her beauty? Would such a man really be a lecherous man?

Lin Jiaxin's beauty was impeccable. Even as a woman, Dongfang Lan had to admit that Lin Jiaxin possessed a unique charm she lacked. Such a woman was undoubtedly the dream girl of every man.

But compared to Nalan Qingcheng, known as Yanjing's most beautiful woman, Lin Jiaxin paled in comparison in both family background and her own beauty.

To use a fitting metaphor, Lin Jiaxin was a peerless beauty, while Nalan Qingcheng was a celestial maiden, one on earth, the other in heaven; one a dream girl every man longed for, the other a goddess every man could only look up to, daring not to utter a single blasphemy.

To give up a goddess for a beauty—even a fool wouldn't choose that, would they? At this moment, Dongfang Lan's scales involuntarily tipped in Yang Fan's favor.

"Perhaps their encounter on the plane was truly just an accident, and everything was just my overthinking..."

Thinking this, Dongfang Lan found herself secretly relieved, even somewhat relieved that things hadn't developed as she'd imagined. If it had, perhaps it wouldn't have been just a simple recognition of the other's beastly nature, but rather heartbreak, sorrow, and regret...

Even Dongfang Lan herself didn't know why she had such thoughts, but undeniably, she felt an inexplicable calm, and the way she looked at Yang Fan began to change.

Her eyes held a mixture of confusion and fervor; her long-dormant heart seemed to beat anew, and her emotional defenses seemed to crumble... The

change of ownership of Dream Paradise was now a foregone conclusion. Dongfang Hao acted decisively, completing all the necessary paperwork in a short time and handing it over to Yang Fan. Yang Fan

wasn't very familiar with these matters, so he had Dongfang Lan check it over. After receiving her approval, Dream Paradise was no longer owned by Dongfang, but by Yang.

Seeing that things were mostly settled, Yang Feng approached Yang Fan and said, "Congratulations, Brother Yang! Dream Paradise is yours now. I wonder when it will reopen. Don't forget your brother then!"

With Dream Paradise now under Yang Fan's control, even without renovations, a major overhaul of the staff was necessary. After all, these people had previously worked for Dongfang Hao; keeping them at Dream Paradise would only cause them trouble. Yang Feng, as the young master of the Yang family, was naturally well aware of this, which was why he made that statement.

"Of course, I'll inevitably have to bother Brother Yang then,"

Yang Fan replied without refusing. He knew that if Dream Paradise reopened, it would inevitably need to regain its reputation; otherwise, it wouldn't be able to continue operating. And regaining its reputation meant leveraging influence!

What does leveraging influence mean? It means using the influence of prominent figures to amplify one's own. Although Yang Fan's reputation had already spread throughout Beijing's high society because of the Lan Qingcheng incident, it was only temporary. Once they understood the truth, Yang Fan's so-called influence would vanish completely.

Furthermore, Yang Fan was unwilling to use a woman's reputation to amplify his own, especially since, in a sense, this woman was someone he had hurt. Using a woman he had once harmed was something Yang Fan couldn't do.

Therefore, Yang Fan had no reason to refuse Yang Feng's request. Although he wasn't entirely sure how powerful Yang Feng was, the fact that Dongfang Hao acted like a mouse before a cat in his presence told Yang Fan that Yang Feng was no ordinary person.

Using Yang Feng's reputation to launch his Dream Paradise's "first battle" would undoubtedly be the best strategy. So, he had no reason to refuse!

"Alright, when Brother Yang is ready and Dream Paradise reopens, I'll come back and beg for forgiveness. Right now, Brother Yang, you must have many things to deal with, so I'll be leaving now!"

With that, Yang Feng gave Dongfang Hao a meaningful look, then turned and left with his men.

"We're leaving too!"

Since this place no longer belonged to them, there was no point in staying any longer. Leaving these words behind, Dongfang Hao also left Dream Paradise with a somber face.

Seeing these two behemoths leave one after another, the young masters of the noble families still remaining in Dream Paradise knew there was no point in staying any longer, and they all left without prior arrangement. In the blink of an eye, the once crowded Dream Paradise was now empty except for Yang Fan and Dongfang Lan…

Chapter 60 [Finding a Female Secretary]

Under the soft light, Dongfang Lan crossed her arms, her already high and firm breasts appearing even more prominent.

She leaned most of her weight against the wall, her body slightly reclined, her perfectly proportioned figure accentuated by her clothes.

Her alluring, bewitching eyes now shone with an unfathomable light, her dark pupils constantly shifting as she scrutinized Yang Fan, yet her true thoughts remained a mystery.

Sitting not far from Dongfang Lan, Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine under her gaze, but he didn't know what to say, so he simply pretended not to see her. Time ticked by in the silence between them…

“You… don’t you want to ask anything?”

In the end, Yang Fan was the first to give in.

"What do you mean? Why should I ask?"

Dongfang Lan retorted.

"..."

"Hehe, little brother, what you want to tell your sister, you'll tell her sooner or later. Anyway, you'll be my woman sooner or later, don't you think?" "

..."

"Why am I your woman, and not your woman?"

Yang Fan groaned inwardly, but dared not voice his thoughts. Heaven knows what kind of trap Dongfang Lan's seemingly bold words concealed!

"Alright, it's getting late, let's go home!"

As she spoke, Dongfang Lan walked to Yang Fan's side and habitually took his arm.

"Go...go home! We...we!"

Yang Fan felt his throat go dry. A woman of captivating charm, a woman who constantly inspires a man's desire to conquer, one day, suddenly says to you, "Let's go home!" How would you react?

Yang Fan was unaware that he only felt his throat go dry, and at the same time, a strange heat rapidly gathered from all parts of his body, rushing towards his lower abdomen. Under this powerful heat, his little Yang Fan immediately received the strongest stimulation, standing upright like a javelin...

"What's so good about going home? This Dream Paradise is all mine now, I can just pick any room, right? If not, I can just rent a room nearby, isn't that the same?"

Looking down at his towering tent, Yang Fan thought maliciously.

"Little brother, you're being naughty, what are you thinking? I asked you to take me home, you didn't want to go somewhere else, did you? Having such thoughts at such a young age is naughty!"

Just as Yang Fan was about to ask Dongfang Lan for her opinion again, her voice reached his ears once more. Following her gaze, he saw that she was also looking down at his little tent.

However, instead of showing the shyness that a woman would usually show in this situation, she was scrutinizing him with a critical eye, almost appraising him!

Yang Fan was deeply hurt. If he looked at her like that, wouldn't he be torn to shreds? But now? He'd been taken advantage of, and he had to silently endure it. Was the difference between men and women really that obvious?

He thought he was a rogue enough, but compared to this female rogue, Dongfang Lan, Yang Fan's fragile heart suffered an unprecedented blow. Conversely, how could he be so innocent?

Otherwise, why couldn't he retaliate when she took advantage of him? Or perhaps, he could have just taken off his pants and let her see him to her heart's content?

Unfortunately, as innocent as Yang Fan was, he didn't dare to retaliate or take off his pants. So, he could only silently accept it all...

Just then, a very discordant voice interrupted the female rogue's lewd behavior and saved Yang Fan's chastity.

"I, Eisen, from this day forward, will be your most loyal slave, Master. Whatever you command, I, Eisen, will do without complaint!"

This sudden voice forced Dongfang Lan to avert her lecherous gaze. Looking towards the source of the voice, she saw that the Hell Bear King, who had been knocked unconscious by Yang Fan's bump, had regained consciousness and was kneeling before Yang Fan with a solemn expression.

Slightly taken aback, Yang Fan immediately remembered the bet they had made. He hadn't expected the Hell Bear King to be so trustworthy; he had brought it up before Yang Fan had even mentioned it.

"You can go now. What happened just now was just a joke; don't take it seriously!"

Yang Fan didn't want to create trouble for himself. Otherwise, bringing such a large figure to class at Yan University would surely make headlines.

"No, a bet is a bet, just like the bet between you and Dongfang Hao. He lost, and this club belongs to you. Similarly, since I, Eisen, lost, from today onwards, I, Eisen, also belong to you!"

"..."

Yang Fan hadn't expected this black man to even use a metaphor. Although his words sounded pleasant, something still felt off. What did he mean by "I, Eisen, belong to you"? That sounded strange.

A chill ran down Yang Fan's spine. He realized he was becoming increasingly wicked. Perhaps it was from spending too much time with that female rogue, Dongfang Lan, that he was starting to think in a wicked way.

But then he thought, now that Dream Paradise belonged to him, someone naturally needed to manage it. Letting him manage Dream Paradise was definitely impossible; firstly, he didn't have that much time, and secondly, he didn't understand the relevant knowledge.

Therefore, Eisen was undoubtedly a good candidate. But looking at his size, he seemed better suited for guarding the place, but as for management... he didn't seem like the right material at all!

As he pondered, Yang Fan's gaze involuntarily drifted to Dongfang Lan. If Dongfang Lan could manage even Dongfang Lidu so well, then Mengtiantang should be a piece of cake…

"Little brother, why are you looking at your sister like that? Let me tell you, if you have any ulterior motives, you'd better give up that idea as soon as possible. Your sister is very pure, you know. Besides, there are outsiders here, so there's no rush!" "

…"

Yang Fan was speechless. A female rogue is a female rogue. What did she just say? Telling him not to overthink things, but now, who's overthinking things? However, judging from her tone, it seems she's heading in that direction… The

thought flashed through his mind, but Yang Fan immediately suppressed it. He immediately remembered the wise saying: "Better to believe in ghosts than in a woman's lying mouth." He had experienced the fickleness of this female rogue and vixen before; if he was careless, he might fall into her trap at any moment.

Having finally gotten a chance to retaliate, Yang Fan wasn't about to let it slip by. He put on an extremely serious expression and said in a critical tone, "Sister Lan, what are you thinking? Do you think I'm that kind of person? I just thought, since you're free anyway, if you have some free time, how about helping me manage this Dream Paradise?"

"..."

This time, it was Dongfang Lan's turn to be speechless. She hadn't expected her little brother to actually have the potential to be a rogue. It seemed that with proper training, he could definitely learn her true skills. Sure enough, in just a few words, he had grasped the essence of it all. Truly a teachable student!

However, with Yang Fan's abilities, how could he possibly be her match? With a quick glance, Dongfang Lan continued, "Oh, little brother, you want your sister to work for you? You're really bold. But, it's not impossible. Name your price. How much are you planning to pay me a month? If the salary is enough, hiring me as your secretary isn't a problem. There's a saying these days: 'When there's work, the secretary does it; when there's no work, the secretary does it.' So, if

you want me to be your senior secretary, you'd better think carefully about the price. If it's too low, I won't do it!" "When there's work, the secretary does it; when there's no work, the secretary does it. I like that saying. Looks like I'll need to find a female secretary in the future. After all, I'm a big boss now!"

Dongfang Lan's words reminded Yang Fan to find a pretty female secretary as soon as possible. Of course, he absolutely couldn't tell her this. He still needed her help and couldn't afford to offend her.

Thinking this through, Yang Fan immediately flattered her, saying, "Sister Lan, what are you thinking? How can I let Sister Lan do the secretary's work? As long as Sister Lan is willing to help me, forget about salary or anything, this Dream Paradise will be yours from now on!"

Hearing Yang Fan say this, Dongfang Lan felt a surge of sweetness in her heart. Giving her the entire Dream Paradise was not a decision that ordinary people could make. Even if the other party was just trying to make her happy, she still felt quite comfortable.

However, she didn't show her joy. Instead, she said with a displeased expression, "You mean you're not even as good as a secretary? Or is my charm simply not enough to be your secretary?"

"I'd like you to be my secretary, but when there's nothing to do, can you let me do anything?"

Yang Fan groaned inwardly, his smile more like a grimace. "Sister Lan, how could you think like that? Do you think I'm that kind of person? Sigh, since you're not willing to help me, then forget it. I'll think of something later!"

Seeing the disappointment on Yang Fan's face, Dongfang Lan immediately changed her tone. "Who said I don't want to help you? What I mean is, I can help you manage, but you can't hire another secretary. If you want to hire one, hire me. Anyway, the secretary's power is only slightly less than the boss's. So, the boss's position is yours, and the second-in-command, the secretary's job, naturally belongs to me!"

"Really? That's wonderful! Sister Lan, you're such a good sister!"

Hearing Dongfang Lan say this, Yang Fan was indescribably excited.

Overjoyed, he suddenly realized that since she had taken the position of secretary, his plan to find another beautiful secretary was ruined.

Stealing a glance at the stunningly beautiful Dongfang Lan, who had volunteered to be his secretary, Yang Fan suddenly remembered what she had just said. "The secretary does the work when there's work, and does the work when there's nothing to do"—could such a thing really happen to him?

Chapter 61 [The Thug Club]

Whether that wise saying, which had been proven true by countless people, would apply to him, Yang Fan didn't know, but at least the matter of Dream Paradise was temporarily settled.

With Eisen, a world-class underground boxing expert, overseeing the place, presumably no one would dare to cause trouble. With Dongfang Lan's management, reopening Dream Paradise would be a simple matter of a word.

However, Yang Fan didn't plan to use the name Dream Paradise anymore, because he had already decided on a name. Leaving Eisen at Dream Paradise, the two left.

Yang Fan didn't plan to open Dream Paradise in the short term, as he had other plans. Besides being a top-tier fighter, Aisen was also a qualified coach. Yang Fan intended to call Xiao Dao and the other thugs over and have them train with Aisen for ten days to two weeks.

As the saying goes, even a strong man can't withstand a pack of wolves. While Aisen's strength was considerable, he couldn't handle a large number of troublemakers alone. Fortunately, Xiao Dao and his group had good martial arts talent; after training with Aisen, the third-ranked expert on the Black List, they would certainly be capable of shouldering great responsibilities and becoming formidable figures.

Furthermore, with Dream Paradise Club as a front, he could do many things he wanted.

Sitting in Dongfang Lan's car, she didn't start the engine immediately. She leaned her head against the steering wheel, staring intently at Yang Fan until he felt uneasy under her gaze. Only then did she speak, "My dear boss, Dream Paradise belongs to you from now on. Are you planning to keep using this sign, or change it?"

"Change it!"

Yang Fan glanced at the enormous sign, as tall as a building, through the car window and said without hesitation.

Dongfang Lan asked curiously, "Oh? What name do you plan to change it to?"

Yang Fan pretended to ponder for a moment before slowly saying, "Hooligan Club!"

"What? Hooligan Club?"

Dongfang Lan's eyes widened; she never expected Yang Fan to choose such an outrageous name.

"Yeah, it's the 'Honors Club.' Haven't you heard the saying, 'Being a hoodlum is also a way of life'? So, our club is called the 'Honors Club'!"

"Honors Club...Being a hoodlum is also a way of life!"

Muttering these words repeatedly, Dongfang Lan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said excitedly, "Little brother, you're so smart! Being a hoodlum is also a way of life! 'Honors Club'—that's such a great name, so creative! I guarantee that before long, 'Honors Club' will be known throughout Yanjing, resounding throughout the entire Chinese continent, and one day, there will be 'Honors Clubs' in every corner of this world!"

"What are you doing? Let me tell you, don't even think about secretly kissing me again. I won't make the same mistake twice!"

Seeing Dongfang Lan pouncing on her, Yang Fan immediately covered his chest with his hands.

"Hehe, little brother, you're so cute! Who said I wanted to steal a kiss from you? Even if I were to kiss you, I'd do it openly!"

With that, before Yang Fan could react, another bright red lipstick mark appeared on his cheek…

"…"

Yang Fan was speechless. This female hooligan! He'd told her not to steal kisses, but it had no effect whatsoever! No way! She'd stolen three kisses from him tonight. He had to get his revenge. What if she secretly raped him one day?

Should he go to the police station and accuse her of rape? Have you ever heard of any country's laws addressing rape by women? Have you ever heard of any such cases? Don't go to court and get falsely accused…

Besides, due to the differences in male and female physiology, if a man did this, he'd leave some evidence inside the woman's body, which could be collected in court. But what about the reverse? It seems like no evidence will be left behind, and even if there is, it's inside the other person's body...

So, if that day really comes and he's violated by this female hooligan, there won't be any evidence to speak of. To prevent this from happening, he can only turn the tables and take the initiative. Then, she won't have any excuses, right?

Thinking this, Yang Fan immediately wanted to put it into action, but unexpectedly, at this moment, Dongfang Lan suddenly slammed on the brakes. Yang Fan, who had just gotten off his seat, was thrown back into contact with the seat due to inertia. The thought that had just arisen in his mind was also knocked away by this impact...

The hoodlum club, perhaps even Yang Fan and Dongfang Lan didn't expect that their joke today would actually come true in the near future. The hoodlum club, with the theme of "hoodlums are also a way of life," not only became famous throughout the country, but its branches were also spread all over the world.

It can be said that where there are hoodlums, there are hoodlum clubs, and where there are hoodlum clubs, there are the most concentrated places for hoodlums.

From this day forward, the profession of "hooligan," long scorned and condemned, and considered a dead-end job, finally gains legal status. The term "hooligan" is no longer entirely derogatory; anyone walking down the street can proudly declare, "I am a hooligan!"

This has garnered strong support and admiration from the vast majority of hooligans, sparking a global hooligan movement. The hooligan profession has finally stepped onto the grand stage of history, showcasing its true values!

The Hooligan Club has become the only club in the world with countless chain branches, operating without memberships. Its immense power, cohesion, and influence have attracted widespread attention.

Even nations dare not easily touch the Hooligan Club, because tampering with one club is tantamount to tampering with all the hooligans in the world, and no country can afford the consequences of offending the entire global hooligan community!

Perhaps they lack the strength to intimidate any power, but they possess a cohesion unmatched by any other force; perhaps they don't have the power to shake the world, but they have the foundation to deter any power from easily taking action against them.

They have no guns, no cannons, are not a criminal organization, nor are they a government army, yet their power is undeniable. The rules of the underworld cannot restrain them, nor can the laws and regulations of the legitimate world fully bind them. They move effortlessly between the two worlds, wielding influence in both directions…

Yang Fan had assumed that Dongfang Lan's residence would be near Dongfang Lido, convenient for her commute, but he hadn't expected her to live in an upscale residential area near Peking University.

Yang Fan had considered buying a house there for his school, but hadn't yet. He never imagined Dongfang Lan would live there.

"Little brother, you're the first man to enter my room!"

Dongfang Lan said to Yang Fan as she opened the door.

Yang Fan simply smiled and remained silent. She had said the same thing at the Oriental Lido, and although he didn't know how credible it was, he didn't bother to investigate its veracity.

Dongfang Lan's room was only about 200 square meters, with only two bedrooms; the rest had been repurposed.

Take the entrance hall, for example: upon entering, there was a carved bluestone slab connecting to several artificial hills. Below and on either side of the slab were specially designed ponds where red koi carp swam leisurely, sometimes creating bubbles, sometimes chasing after water plants.

Behind the pond was a uniquely decorated living room. Low trees, planted in specially made flowerpots and connected by vines, created a feeling of stepping into a forest, a sense of closeness to nature.

Witnessing all this, Yang Fan simply couldn't believe that the owner of such a room was Dongfang Lan!

How could such a flirtatious and sexy woman like her like this fresh and natural style? It would be much more fitting if the room were occupied by Gu Feifei!

"What? What kind of look is that?"

Dongfang Lan stepped into the living room first, looking at Yang Fan with a smug expression. She had originally planned to see expressions of amazement, admiration, praise, disbelief, and other emotions on his face that would make her ecstatic. Who would have thought that his face only showed suspicion, not even a second emotion? How disappointing!

"No, I'm just a little surprised. I didn't expect you to like this style. How should I put it... it feels a little out of place with your personality!"

Yang Fan naturally wouldn't reveal his true feelings. He couldn't guarantee that if he called her flirtatious to her face, she wouldn't kill him on the spot.

"I don't think that's what you really think, is it? You're probably thinking, how could a sexy and alluring woman like me like this fresh and natural style? The room would be more suitable for a pure and cute girl next door, right?"

Giving Yang Fan a disapproving look, Dongfang Lan easily saw through his true thoughts.

"Uh..."

Yang Fan hadn't expected Dongfang Lan to see through his little scheme so easily. If it were someone else, he might lie and deny it, but facing a shrewd and alluring woman like Dongfang Lan, he seemed to have no choice but to acquiesce.

Giving Yang Fan another disapproving look, Dongfang Lan seemed quite satisfied with his acquiescence. After stretching, she said, "Because I don't usually have many guests, although there are two bedrooms, there's only one bed. If you don't mind, little brother, we can share a bed."

"I don't mind!"

Yang Fan said almost without thinking.

"You don't mind? I do!"

Giving Yang Fan a fierce glare, a fleeting smile appeared in Dongfang Lan's eyes!

"Then why are you asking me?"

Yang Fan said, feeling wronged, realizing his fragile heart had been tormented once again.

"I just wanted to make sure you're really honest, little brother, or just pretending."

After saying that, Dongfang Lan continued, "You'll be sleeping on the sofa tonight!"

"Sleeping on the sofa again!"

Yang Fan muttered under his breath. It seemed he was destined to be with sofas all his life...

05-02
Chapter 62 [Pre-sleep Exercise]

"What? You don't want to?"

Although Yang Fan's voice was soft, his expression didn't escape Dongfang Lan's notice.

"I'm willing!"

Faced with Dongfang Lan's threat, Yang Fan couldn't say no.

Nodding in satisfaction, Dongfang Lan continued, "Since you're staying here tonight, we're practically living together. So, let's establish three rules. First, my pajamas are a bit thin, so you can't look around. Second, there are things in the room you shouldn't take or look at, like my underwear, briefs, and other personal items. Third, you're not allowed to sneak into my room while I'm asleep. Of course, if I want you in, you have to obey. You can struggle, but don't struggle too hard!"

Yang Fan was speechless. What did "living together" mean? Was there even such a thing as living together? No looking around, no taking things, no touching... Heavens above, earth below, save me!

And he wasn't allowed in her room, but if she let him in, he couldn't resist? What was this? The Treaty of Shimonoseki? The Treaty of Nanjing? The Boxer Protocol?

Most importantly, when did he ever agree to stay here tonight? This was practically a deliberate attempt to seduce him, with so many rules and regulations...

After thinking for a moment, and seemingly deciding there weren't any other terms, Dongfang Lan continued, "Alright, that's three for now. We can add anything later. Oh, by the way, I'm filthy, I'm going to take a shower. Little brother, don't peek!"

Yang Fan's gaze unconsciously fell on Dongfang Lan, scrutinizing her from head to toe several times, but he didn't find much dust. Could she be giving him a hint?

However, just as Yang Fan was lost in thought, Dongfang Lan had already taken off her high heels and walked barefoot into the bathroom...

Yang Fan followed the direction she left in, and his gaze involuntarily sharpened again!

Was that a bathroom?

A semi-transparent glass wall enclosed a large space. As soon as Dongfang Lan entered, she eagerly took off her top. Without even looking closely, Yang Fan could clearly see what color underwear she was wearing underneath!

"Living together... taking a bath..."

Yang Fan swallowed hard, feeling the blood in his body flowing uncontrollably in one direction!

"Breathe, breathe some more!"

With great difficulty, Yang Fan managed to suppress the agitation within him, silently chanting the Pure Heart and Universal Benevolence Mantra. To avoid embarrassment, he sat down on a bench, casually picking up a magazine to read, only to be surprised to find a rather large mirror in front of him.

The mirror was cleverly concealed; one wouldn't notice its presence unless sitting down. However, what Yang Fan saw was quite alarming. He was shocked to discover that Dongfang Lan had already stripped down to her last vestiges of privacy, bending over and reaching into the bathtub to test the water temperature.

"Damn it!"

Her round, firm buttocks, curved into an exceptionally beautiful curve by her posture, offered a glimpse of spring's beauty if one looked down even slightly!

Yang Fan abruptly stood up, glanced around, and walked in one direction. He felt he couldn't stay in the room any longer; who knew how many temptations lay within? If he lost control and did something out of line, it would be troublesome!

Reaching the window, Yang Fan quickly opened it, letting the cool night breeze whip against his face. It took him a while to calm the burning desire within him.

With a long sigh, Yang Fan suddenly realized that staying tonight seemed like a terrible decision. Although he was still a virgin, it didn't mean he would be forever. A man's bodily functions were working normally; he had needs too!

Faced with wave after wave of temptations, if he didn't react, he'd be abnormal. But all of this was something he could see but not touch, not even think about—wasn't that going to kill him?

A short while later, Dongfang Lan emerged from

her shower. When she reappeared, Yang Fan was immediately struck by her beauty. She was wearing only a white strapless top, her 36D bust resembling a pair of firm, full, and elastic jade bowls, perfectly displayed with each heartbeat.

She wore matching white tight-fitting leggings and running shoes, suggesting she was about to do some yoga or other aerobic exercise.

However, she seemed unaware that her white leggings were incredibly tight, or perhaps her underwear was too minimally woven; in any case, the shape of a certain area beneath her was clearly outlined.

Yang Fan glanced at it once and dared not look again. His internal energy was difficult to control; one wrong move and it would rage.

"You little pervert, what are you looking at? Want me to strip naked for you?"

Seeing Yang Fan's almost staring gaze, Dongfang Lan rolled her eyes at him.

Before Yang Fan could answer, she continued, "I usually do a yoga session before bed. Are you hungry? There should be some food in the fridge. Go get some yourself!"

Yang Fan finally managed to look away and said casually, "It's said that moderate exercise on an empty stomach can help with weight loss. But... with your figure, there's really nothing to lose. If you try to lose any more weight, your breasts will probably shrink!"

"Are you praising me or insulting me?"

Dongfang Lan was somewhat pleased with the first part of Yang Fan's statement, but her expression turned rather unpleasant after hearing the second part. No woman can tolerate being told she has a bad figure, and Dongfang Lan was no exception.

Yang Fan shrugged slightly and said, "I'm not praising you, nor am I insulting you, I'm just reminding you. By the way, I've also heard that when you're fasting, the main source of energy comes from the xenobiotic production of fat. At this time, the free fatty acids in the blood will increase significantly. Fatty acids are the energy source for muscle activity such as the myocardium, but when there is too much of them, they can become a poison to the myocardium, causing various arrhythmias. You don't have heart disease, do you?"

"Hmph, I can't be bothered with you!"

Although she knew that what Yang Fan said was true, and Dongfang Lan understood it all, his comment about her breasts shrinking had deeply hurt her. At this moment, how could she give Yang Fan a good look?

In fact, even she herself didn't understand why. Because when Yang Fan said this, she suddenly thought of Lin Jiaxin. Although she was very confident in her breasts, it depended on who she was in front of. In front of Lin Jiaxin's "human weapon," she really couldn't muster any competitive spirit.

For some reason, when Yang Fan talked about himself, she couldn't help but feel that Yang Fan was comparing her breasts to Lin Jiaxin's. Recalling Yang Fan and Lin Jiaxin's prior acquaintance and Lin Jiaxin's affection for Yang Fan, she felt a pang of jealousy and discomfort...

Due to childhood experiences, she rarely interacted with men. After entering society and experiencing so many ups and downs, she viewed matters of the heart with even less detachment than any other woman in Dongfang.

Those who didn't know her might assume that this outwardly seductive woman had endured countless emotional turmoil and been hurt by many men, hence her unrestrained and flirtatious behavior.

Many people, seeing her alluring appearance, either kept their distance or assumed she was the kind of woman who would sleep with anyone.

Little did they know, this was merely a different approach Dongfang Lan took in her appearance and career. Her seductive outward appearance was simply a tool to conceal her true feelings...

As for the situation in the office, Dongfang Lan disliked any instability in a place where she could fully dedicate herself to her work and showcase her talents, which led to this outcome.

However, her unexpected contact with Yang Fan caused her to blush and her heart to race from time to time, a completely new experience for her…

She knew perfectly well that her thoughts were a bit inappropriate, somewhat unfair to Lin Jiaxin, yet she simply couldn't control herself… couldn't control her emotions, slowly sinking into the abyss called "love"!

To avoid dwelling on this issue any longer, Dongfang Lan left a final remark, then walked to the stereo, turned it on, and began her yoga.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Yang Fan didn't know what he had done to offend this fickle woman. However, his gaze couldn't help but fall on her, sometimes on Dongfang Lan's high breasts, sometimes on her rounded buttocks, and for a moment, he was truly delighted!

Yoga is like Buddhist meditation or martial arts breathing exercises. Firstly, it's a method of regulating breathing; by controlling one's breathing, one can achieve a calm and joyful state of mind, allowing the body to adapt and adjust from the inside out.

Modern yoga is mostly just a fitness method, having long lost the ancient yoga's profound meaning of achieving spiritual fulfillment, harmony, and ultimate union with the universe.

While observing Dongfang Lan's practice, Yang Fan noticed several issues. Putting aside her flaws, simply watching her graceful movements was a good way to relax.

Her soft, delicate body would sometimes bend into a figure-seven, sometimes an "L," then an "M," or even a "W."

Watching her graceful body move, highlighting her full breasts, her alluring curves, and her legs… every part bent and accentuated, exuded a captivating allure that was truly irresistible.

Yang Fan hesitated to look several times, but at those moments, Dongfang Lan would always glance at him with a provocative look, as if to say he dared not look, which only fueled his competitive spirit...

Chapter 63 [Women After Exercise]

Beautiful women are a beautiful sight in themselves, but women in leotards are even more so. Perfect curves, moving with the woman's movements, sometimes present an alluring S-shape, sometimes a suggestive Y-shape.

When a set of exercises ended, Dongfang Lan was completely in the zone. She spread her legs, lying horizontally on the floor, holding one foot with both hands, her head resting on it, once again sculpting her heart-shaped buttocks into a beautiful shape.

After a while, Dongfang Lan got up from the floor, just as the music from the television began to intensify, accompanied by the female coach's urgent shouts, her movements also became more vigorous.

As she bounced up and down, her firm buttocks rippled gently yet alluringly. Perhaps it was because her rhythmic outfit was too tight, but as she jumped, she suddenly reached up and tugged at the hot pants that tightly hugged her buttocks.

Yang Fan followed her hand and keenly noticed a small trace of a thong. Even with Yang Fan's amateurish eye, he could quickly tell that it was… the trace of a thong!

His Adam's apple bobbed; he felt the urge to swallow, quickly pressing it down to prevent himself from making any strange sound. Actually, he was overthinking it. The television was so loud that even a loud bang on the table wouldn't drown out the sound of the television, let alone a sound of him swallowing.

Perhaps she was too focused, forgetting that there was another person in the room. After tugging at the thong's string, Dongfang Lan didn't stop jumping. It was her fate; she hadn't expected that their actions would lead to something so incredibly embarrassing.

The thong, with its limited fabric covering the pubic area, shrank to a slightly thicker thread with her pulling movements. And with each jump, it unfortunately dug into her flesh. Unfortunately, the area where the thong dug into was naturally sensitive, so her jumping movements became distorted!

"Mmm..."

the woman groaned. She herself wasn't even reacting, but Yang Fan couldn't help but scratch his head, feeling incredibly aroused! That moan was so seductive, so alluring, that even he, as an observer, couldn't help but get caught up in the moment, impulsively wanting to pounce on her and push her down.

While Yang Fan hesitated, the woman couldn't jump anymore. Her body went limp as she sat on the ground, panting heavily, her face flushed, her eyes vacant, lost in thought. After a while, perhaps due to natural human instinct, drawn by the stimulating sensation, her hand unconsciously reached for her breasts…

and touched them slightly… No! Perhaps she hadn't even touched it, but in her mind, it felt as if she had, and the reaction was incredibly strong; she withdrew her finger with lightning speed.

"Mmm..."

It's hard to describe how subtle and complex that soft nasal sound was, but the contradiction and intensity it contained were almost more direct than a passionate fight!

Yang Fan took a deep breath, tugged at his crotch, giving his throbbing member enough room to stretch.

Since the other party was willing to take the initiative, he was spared the torment of wanting to push her down. Pushing someone down as an observer, or even the object of temptation, was naturally easier to convince himself of!

The first attempt at masturbation often resulted in psychological pleasure far outweighing physical pleasure; the fear of being discovered, yet the addiction to it, was like an addictive opium for many first-timers!

Dongfang Lan finally succumbed to temptation and reached for her breasts again, but out of habit for all first-time masturbators, she glanced left and right.

However, this glance caused Dongfang Lan's movements to freeze abruptly, even her fingers remaining where they shouldn't have been!

Perhaps it was her carelessness, or perhaps it was a habit formed from years of living alone, that made her forget Yang Fan's presence at this crucial moment, to the point that... to the point that she made an action that filled her with immense shame!

"Lan... Sister Lan, are you feeling unwell?"

Yang Fan asked casually, glancing at her.

At this moment, to avoid further embarrassment, he could only pretend he hadn't seen or understood anything. In fact, only in this way could what had just happened not become a barrier between them; otherwise, after what had just happened, they would probably be speechless in the future because of this incident, and their friendship would come to an end!

"Ugh..."

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Dongfang Lan felt her ankles go weak. She almost couldn't resist the urge to loosen her grip on her body, to let herself fall into the broad shoulder behind her, and for him to thoroughly ravage her.

"It's getting late, you should rest!"

After saying this, Dongfang Lan quickly fled from this place that had made her so embarrassed.

"So embarrassing! So embarrassing! How am I supposed to face him now? How could I do something like that in front of him?"

Extremely dissatisfied with her performance, Dongfang Lan dashed into the bedroom, burying herself completely in the sheets. She couldn't think of anything else; her mind was filled with her terrible behavior.

Yang Fan watched Dongfang Lan's hasty departure and couldn't help but smile slightly. Perhaps, after the awkwardness just now, if he left, the other party wouldn't notice?

With Dongfang Lan's sudden departure, the room immediately fell silent. He casually turned off the speaker that was still repeating slogans and watched TV for a while out of boredom. But it was all the same old soap operas that made him want to vomit, and Yang Fan lost interest.

Yang Fan yawned, noticed several magazines scattered on the sofa, and went over to move them aside so he could sleep comfortably. Just as Yang Fan picked up an autumn fashion magazine, a small black object suddenly appeared under his nose…

If he wasn't mistaken, it was a pair of women's sexy lingerie. The black lace pattern and sheer design made the panties almost transparent, and the thong style made the middle section appear exceptionally long and thin, like a ribbon winding around to the back of the buttocks.

Yang Fan swallowed hard, his mind flashing to the image of Dongfang Lan's plump, round buttocks encased in these panties… Oh no, these panties couldn't possibly contain them! The two white, tender buttocks would completely obscure that poor little ribbon!

Girls wear panties like this not to protect certain parts of their bodies, but purely to entice men to look at them.

Women are contradictory creatures. Their underwear is like a secret in their hearts, hidden tightly yet yearning to be seen by men…

To avoid unnecessary embarrassment, Yang Fan thought it best to put the underwear elsewhere and pretend he hadn't seen anything. He glanced at the bedroom door; there was no movement from Dongfang Lan's side. Yang Fan quickly picked up the underwear.

The underwear felt incredibly soft and smooth to the touch; it must feel very comfortable against a woman's sensitive areas. Yang Fan could even smell a strong fragrance emanating from Dongfang Lan.

As a normal man, Yang Fan immediately had a physical reaction; his penis swelled up. After all, just thinking about Dongfang Lan's figure wearing such underwear made it hard not to feel a surge of desire…

Inside the bedroom, Dongfang Lan buried her face in her blanket for a long time until the burning sensation on her face subsided considerably before she slowly spoke.

She sat on the bed in a daze for a while, then suddenly made a bold move. She tore off her only garment, a strapless bra, then pulled down her pants and tossed them carelessly onto the floor, not even sparing her underwear…

The soft, pale yellow light shone on the woman's smooth, flushed skin, giving it a lustrous sheen. Standing before the dressing mirror, Dongfang Lan gazed quietly at her naked, delicate body. Her tall figure, full, firm breasts, slender waist, and round, pert buttocks presented a soft, full curve, like a perfect ivory work of art with the golden ratio, so flawless.

Flipping her hair, Dongfang Lan muttered to herself, “Dongfang Lan, Dongfang Lan, why are you always looking at yourself? What's so narcissistic about you? No matter how beautiful you are, only you can see it…”

“What? You're saying you're lovesick and want men?”

“How could that be… What's so good about those stinky men? How could I, Dongfang Lan, possibly like those stinky men?”

After muttering a few words to herself, Dongfang Lan sat naked on the Simmons bed, lost in thought, and put on a pink, somewhat childlike nightgown.

Sitting there absentmindedly, she kept glancing towards the door. Thinking about what had just happened, she felt unbearably hot, her cheeks as red and juicy as ripe apples!

This was the first time she had brought a man to her home, but she didn't understand why she had suddenly brought him.

Yet, she had done it anyway, even intentionally or unintentionally flirting with him. Was this really what she truly felt?

He was the man her best friend had her eye on! What if there was a misunderstanding? She had clearly disliked him before…

What was he doing now? Sleeping? Lost in thought? Or dreaming?

Dongfang Lan felt her heart was in turmoil. It was so late, and after a long day of work, she should be resting. But just thinking about that man sleeping in the living room outside the door, on the sofa where she usually sat reading magazines, gave her an urge to go and check on him.

Why did she want to go out and see him so much?

Dongfang Lan thought for a moment and came up with a seemingly plausible reason—she had forgotten to bring him a blanket. In this cold weather, what if he caught a chill in the middle of the night without one? As the hostess, it was only natural for her to take care of her guest!

Emboldened by this reason, Dongfang Lan slipped on her slippers, grabbed a blanket, and tiptoed into the bedroom, walking slowly towards the sofa where Yang Fan was sleeping…

Chapter 64 [Night Raid on the Building]

Outside the bedroom, Yang Fan, holding the black lace underwear, frantically searched for a place to put it without arousing Dongfang Lan's suspicion.

Yang Fan was well aware of Dongfang Lan's intelligence, and he couldn't guarantee that he could hide the little thing from her eyes by simply placing it anywhere.

Putting it in a conspicuous place was out of the question, because Dongfang Lan would see it immediately in the morning and become suspicious. Putting it in a too-hidden place was also no good; such a personal item was very important to a woman, and its sudden disappearance would only arouse her suspicion.

She might even suspect him of having some bad habit of secretly stealing her underwear, which would leave him in a

very difficult situation. Therefore, the underwear couldn't be placed in a conspicuous place, nor could it be placed in a too-hidden place, and the location had to be one that wouldn't arouse her suspicion. It had to make Dongfang Lan think that he had placed it there, and it had to be a place that Yang Fan couldn't see…

However, just as Yang Fan was hesitating about where to hide the underwear, Dongfang Lan, carrying a blanket, suddenly walked out of the bedroom door!

"Little brother, tonight you'll use…"

Dongfang Lan's words were cut short as her gaze instantly locked onto Yang Fan's small black object that he hadn't managed to hide properly.

Yang Fan was momentarily confused, preoccupied with how to deal with the little thing, and didn't notice Dongfang Lan's sudden appearance.

Both of them stood frozen, especially Dongfang Lan. After a moment of astonishment, her face flushed red, and her watery eyes flashed with tension, shame, and confusion, like a volcano about to erupt!

Yang Fan's smile was more like a grimace. Now he was caught red-handed, staring blankly at someone's sexy panties! No wonder he was being treated like a pervert!

Just as Yang Fan was bracing himself for a barrage of criticism, Dongfang Lan surprisingly didn't scream. Instead, she walked over with a complicated expression, placed the blanket on the sofa, went to Yang Fan, snatched her little secret back from his hand, clutched it tightly, bit her lip, and asked with a dazed look, "Little pervert, haven't you ever seen a woman's panties before? What's there to stare at?"

"To be honest, I've never seen anything so beautiful."

Having seen it and smelled it, what was there to be afraid of!

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Lan's eyes sparkled, her beautiful face practically glowing with happiness. Her heart pounded, but she couldn't help asking, "Does it really look good?"

"Yes, it suits you perfectly."

"Get lost! You've never even seen me wear it, how do you know it suits me?"

As soon as she said this, Dongfang Lan realized something was off. It was as if she had asked him to see her in it, and she felt so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground!

Yang Fan also sensed the ambiguity between the two. What surprised him was that this abrupt conversation felt surprisingly natural, without making him feel uncomfortable.

Calming down, Yang Fan stopped avoiding the topic and said with a smile, "If you really want to wear it for me, I don't mind. I just won't tell anyone."

"Dream on! You've got some nerve! You actually dare to flirt with your older sister!"

Dongfang Lan playfully rolled her eyes at him, picked up her panties, and headed towards her room, saying casually, "Alright, I'm tired after a long day, so I won't chat with you anymore. Goodnight!"

Dongfang Lan's reaction left Yang Fan momentarily speechless. She wasn't angry at all, something he hadn't expected. But thinking about what had just happened between them, Yang Fan could only attribute it all to Dongfang Lan's generosity.

With that thought, Yang Fan could only suppress his tempting thoughts for the time being. He tidied the magazines on the sofa, turned off the living room light, and comfortably lay down. Too lazy to take off his clothes, he simply covered himself with a blanket and began to drift off to sleep.

A single woman's apartment isn't so easy to enjoy. The decorations, so subtly girlish, were enough to keep Yang Fan from completely calming down.

Add to that the sofa cover, the blanket covering him, the curtains—almost all the fabric items were adorned with cute lace. Lying in this environment, Yang Fan desperately tried to control his thoughts, but his body clearly wouldn't cooperate.

Especially after just seeing Dongfang Lan's personal items, and even witnessing scenes he hadn't seen in eighteen years, a wicked fire had been ignited within him that he couldn't extinguish. Now that things were quiet, it was even more inevitable that some inappropriate images would surface in his mind.

Midnight, in the quiet little apartment, a man and a woman, having just had a brief, ambiguous encounter—if something were to happen next, it would seem quite natural…

Of course, Yang Fan was just thinking about it casually. As a virgin, he wasn't afraid of anything—breaking into her room and doing something—but he really didn't dare.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Fan gradually calmed his turbulent emotions, quietly trying to fall asleep as the night deepened…

The bright moonlight streamed in through the window. Just as the clock on the wall struck twelve, Yang Fan, who had been breathing steadily and seemingly in a deep sleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

His right ear twitched slightly, and finding no further movement, he went to the window, opened it, and suddenly leaped out.

A cool breeze blew in from outside, and the open window closed silently again. The entire process was completely silent, yet apart from the fact that one person was no longer in the room, nothing else changed…

The Huanxing Building was the office of a foreign company, and also Yang Fan's target for the night. He had already learned through special channels that the Japanese nationals lived there.

He had been wondering why the Japanese Onmyoji would suddenly appear at the Tianwei Martial Arts Academy. Lin Zhentian didn't say anything, and Yang Fan didn't ask, but he could still sense that Lin Zhentian was in trouble. The reason the other party didn't tell him was that they didn't want him to get involved in the matter.

However, Lin Zhentian treated him like a brother and father, so how could he ignore him when he saw him in trouble? Therefore, he decided to use his own methods to solve the problem for him. This person from the island nation was his breakthrough point, which was why he chose to infiltrate the Huanxing Building at night.

From the information he had previously obtained, Yang Fan knew that the Huanxing Building would close all passages and doors precisely at 12:30 PM, and it was currently 12:15 AM, meaning he could only stay inside for fifteen minutes. Otherwise, he would have to spend the night there.

The spotlights surrounding the building were on from nightfall until dawn. During this time, all the windows were under surveillance. Therefore, if he tried to enter through a window, he would likely be surrounded before even reaching the ground floor. This was because there were not only security guards but also police surveillance cameras around the building.

After reviewing the necessary information in his mind and finding no loopholes, Yang Fan climbed over the wall, bypassed several patrolling security guards and the flashing cameras, and arrived at the outer perimeter of the building.

Yang Fan quickly scanned his surroundings, then without pausing, he sped up the building, rushing towards the top. There, a window was open, allowing him to bypass multiple surveillance cameras and infiltrate the building.

However, this route was not only patrolled by four security guards, but also happened to pass a checkpoint set up by the Yanjing Police Station's Huancheng Branch.

Yang Fan had other routes to choose from, but he always preferred to complete his missions in the shortest time possible, so he wouldn't waste a single second.

However, Yang Fan's appearance went unnoticed not only by the four security guards, but also by the police at the checkpoint…

His target was the fifteenth floor. The window he entered through was located on the side of the building's emergency exit, allowing him to avoid cameras and not alert any defenses. The only problem was that climbing to the fifteenth floor in the shortest possible time would undoubtedly be extremely physically demanding, potentially affecting his next steps.

Taking the elevator was out of the question; he would be spotted before even reaching the top. Therefore, he had to use the stairs.

However, from entering the building from outside until Yang Fan entered the stairwell, the entire process was seamless; he didn't even pause for a moment. Even if the surveillance cameras detected him, they would only see a blurry figure. Moreover, the route he chose was entirely in the blind spots of the surveillance cameras.

"12:19, perfect timing!"

After running to the fifteenth floor in one breath, Yang Fan glanced at his watch and nodded to himself. It had been a long time since he had done such a task, and he figured his limbs might not be as nimble as before, but to his satisfaction, there was no sign of regression in this area.

Standing in the blind spot of the cameras, Yang Fan didn't go any further. Instead, he tried to calm himself down and regulate his breathing. The strenuous exercise had left his breathing somewhat erratic. Although there wasn't much time left, every minute he recovered meant a greater chance of success, so he naturally had to seize the opportunity.

The fifteenth floor of the building wasn't used for offices, but rather as a lounge for the company's senior executives. Each room was luxuriously furnished, and there were quite a few rooms on the entire fifteenth floor. However, Yang Fan didn't linger and appeared directly outside room number 1508.

A thin but flexible metal wire magically appeared in Yang Fan's hand. With a cold expression, he inserted the wire into the metal keyhole and began to grind it rhythmically, listening to the subtle friction and clanging sounds within the keyhole. Only a professional could discern the meaning behind these subtle sounds.

About ten seconds later, there was a crisp "click" from the lock, and the door, locked from the inside, opened!

With a click, Yang Fan swiftly entered the room, the door, which had just been opened a crack, slammed shut again. The entire process took less than two seconds, and without making a sound…

Chapter 65 [Dark Night Ghost]

The room was pitch black, devoid of any figures. Yang Fan, however, paid no heed, quickly slipping into the bedroom and hiding behind the curtains. According to the information he had previously obtained, the target would return to the room around 12:25 AM.

There were still five minutes until the target's appearance. Therefore, he wasn't in a hurry; all he needed to do was wait quietly.

Time ticked by. Standing behind the curtains, Yang Fan seemed to merge with the air. It was likely that even someone standing next to him wouldn't sense his presence, because at this moment, his breathing and heartbeat had eerily stopped!

Or perhaps it wasn't exactly stopped, but his breathing was barely audible, and his heartbeat was almost imperceptible. Even the most advanced instruments in the world probably couldn't detect it. Because Yang Fan had entered a state of embryonic breathing!

The so-called fetal breathing refers to a profound state of breathing during Qigong practice, where one breathes internally like an infant in the womb, without using the mouth or nose.

Speaking of fetal breathing, one must mention another term: Daoist cultivation!

Daoist cultivation is also known as true cultivation. Daoists say: "Studying the Dao and cultivating oneself, seeking the true self, eliminating falsehood and preserving truth—this is true cultivation!"

Daoist cultivation is divided into six major realms: fetal breathing, Qi movement, refining the spirit, transforming emptiness, and primordial chaos, each with ten levels. Fetal breathing is the most crucial step in Daoist cultivation and a fundamental condition for verifying one's suitability for cultivation.

Daoist cultivation must begin from the very basics. Ordinary people continuously train their physical bodies through various methods until all the meridians in their bodies are opened; only then can they be considered quasi-Daoist cultivators. After all the meridians are opened, Daoist cultivation methods are used to cultivate true Qi, which is then used to form small cycles within the body. After a total of forty-nine small cycles are formed, a great cycle can be evolved.

At this point, one can breathe continuously through the nose, using any part of the body or any organ as a nose. This process is called fetal breathing.

Fetal breathing is the most difficult hurdle to overcome in Taoist cultivation, and also the most crucial step in the transformation from an ordinary

person to a Taoist practitioner! Cultivating the Tao is difficult, more difficult than ascending to heaven! The difficulty here refers not only to the immense hardship of the path of cultivation, but also to the stringent conditions for practitioners. Among ordinary people, only one in a million is suitable for Taoist cultivation. And even this one selected from a million is not guaranteed to be able to cultivate.

Because fetal breathing is the key to verifying whether a person is capable of cultivating the Tao. Only by reaching the state of fetal breathing can the one selected from a million be considered a qualified Taoist practitioner.

Among the masses, who doesn't desire immortality? Who doesn't have curiosity about Taoist cultivation? But ultimately, only a handful can truly cultivate, and those who achieve mastery are even fewer.

Yang Fan, at the tender age of eighteen, had already reached the legendary realm of embryonic breathing, qualifying him for cultivation. If others knew this, they would be incredibly envious.

Because a cultivator can be considered an upgraded version of a martial artist. Ordinary people who practice external martial arts to strengthen their bodies are called martial artists.

Martial artists who cultivate true qi are called acquired martial artists. Acquired martial artists who open all their meridians and form a small cycle of true qi within their bodies are called innate martial artists. And only when an innate martial artist has completed forty-nine small cycles can they be called a cultivator.

Therefore, in this modern city where martial artists are extremely rare, just what kind of existence is Yang Fan, who has surpassed the innate martial artist level!

Standing in the darkness, Yang Fan waited motionless, and then, at that moment, a series of faint rustling sounds suddenly came from the window beside him.

Although the sound was faint, so faint that most people couldn't even hear it, it didn't escape Yang Fan's ears. He leaned back slightly, perfectly concealing himself, and then turned his gaze to the window.

Outside the window, a slender and graceful figure knelt on one knee, leaning against the windowsill, trying to open the window.

Bathed in moonlight, she wore a black leather jacket, exuding both sexiness and elegance. The black leather jacket covered her from her neck to her ankles, revealing not a sliver of skin except for her face. Yet,

her stunning figure was perfectly showcased by the form-fitting black leather jacket. Her 38D breasts, seemingly about to burst from the fabric, were even more alluring in the bright moonlight. What was

most irresistible was that her squatting position revealed a faint "camel toe" shape to her private parts.

Her long, glossy black hair was styled into a lively ponytail. Her eyebrows, though less feminine, possessed a more rugged beauty. Her straight nose, while not delicate, had a wild charm. Her

slightly parted, full lips revealed a few pearly white teeth, radiating an unspeakable sensuality. Her leather outfit made her look like a wild, untamed horse, tempting one to commit a crime!

Yet, this stunningly beautiful wild horse possessed a calm and cold gaze, giving the impression of keeping everyone at arm's length. Moreover, on her snow-white neck was a blue king cobra tattooed on her neck!

The blue king cobra, moving with her slightest movement, seemed almost alive, radiating a chilling light. Its slightly protruding tongue seemed to contain deadly venom, perfectly complementing its master, sending a shiver down one's spine.

"How could it be her?"

However, Yang Fan was not distracted by the woman's beauty, nor did he reveal any flaws. On the contrary, after recognizing her identity, he carefully hid himself...

At the same time, the woman in black opened a small gap in the window, and a cool breeze blew into the room through the opening, slightly lifting the curtains that were blocking Yang Fan's view. Fortunately, the woman was in a hurry to enter the room and did not notice Yang Fan.

A dark figure flashed by, and she appeared in the room, standing less than half a meter away from Yang Fan. Yang Fan could even clearly smell the faint fragrance of virginity emanating from her!

"Click!"

Just then, at exactly 12:25, a slight sound came from the door, and then a dark figure slowly walked in from outside.

The moment the door was opened, the woman in black suddenly disappeared from Yang Fan's sight. Her waist twisted continuously, and her whole body moved like a serpent, quickly approaching the light switch near the door in an "S" shape.

Just as the other person's finger was about to touch the switch, she struck with lightning speed. The other person didn't even have time to utter a sound before collapsing to the ground.

The woman in black, however, paid no heed to the fallen figure and quickly began to rummage through the room, searching for something…

Soon, she found a wooden box in a corner. After finding the handle, she quickly opened it, and Yang Fan immediately saw a bead emitting a soft white light inside.

"A Shart particle?"

Yang Fan hadn't expected that this person from the archipelago would possess such a thing. But what puzzled him even more was how the woman knew he had it. Judging from her expression, her target for tonight was this Shart particle.

Shart particles originally referred to the bead-like formations left after the cremation of the Buddha Shakyamuni. In Sanskrit, they are called Dhatu or Sharila. They are crystalline substances left after cremation.

However, sarira (relics) are completely different from ordinary human bones. Their shapes are incredibly varied: some are round, some oval, some lotus-shaped, and some resemble Buddhas or Bodhisattvas. Their colors include white, black, green, and red, as well as various other colors. Some sarira resemble pearls, some agate, and some crystal; some are transparent, while others shine brightly like diamonds.

Buddhist scriptures say that sarira are obtained through the practice of precepts, meditation, and wisdom, coupled with one's great vows; they are extremely rare and precious.

Academically, it is said that sarira are formed because Buddhists, through long-term vegetarianism, ingest large amounts of fiber and minerals. Through metabolism, these easily form large amounts of phosphates and carbonates, which eventually crystallize and deposit in the body.

Some scholars believe that sarira may be a pathological phenomenon, similar to gallstones or kidney stones.

However, there are hundreds of thousands of vegetarians in the world, so why don't they produce sarira? There are countless Buddhist disciples, so why doesn't everyone have sarira?

Many patients suffering from gallstones, after cremation, showed no trace of relics (sarira). Moreover, the high-ranking monks who produced relics were almost all healthy, peaceful, and long-lived.

Furthermore, why do relics vary in size and quantity? Why are their colors so varied and iridescent?

In short, there are many theories about relics, but no one can clearly explain their true origin. Yang Fan, having grown up in a Buddhist temple, had some understanding of relics.

Although he couldn't explain the true cause of their formation, he knew that they were definitely not as simple as they appeared.

Especially when he saw the relics, the prayer beads on his arm emitted faint white light, seemingly resonating with them.

"Damn it!"

Upon discovering this phenomenon, Yang Fan's first thought wasn't about the connection between the prayer beads and the relics; instead, he thought about his identity being exposed.

Sure enough, the moment the prayer beads in his hand emitted a white light, the woman in black grabbed them and quickly turned around, her gaze fixed on Yang Fan's hiding place.

"Who?"

Almost simultaneously, three silver needles emitting a pale blue light shot towards Yang Fan's location...

Chapter 66 [Killer Nether Serpent]

Her actions were swift, ruthless, and precise. This woman in black, worthy of the king cobra tattoo, was no less vicious than the king cobra itself.

However, while she was fast, Yang Fan was even faster. Knowing his identity had been exposed moments earlier, he had already quickly retreated from his spot and emerged from behind the curtains the instant the needles were released.

"Ring! Ring! Ring!"

Three soft sounds rang out as the pale blue silver needles pierced the wall in quick succession. Sparks flew, and the wall around the needles was instantly corroded black.

"Such potent poison!"

Although he already knew the silver needles contained a deadly poison, Yang Fan's eyelids still twitched a few times when he saw that the poison could even corrode walls. Such a poisoned needle, if it were to pierce an elephant, would likely kill it instantly!

"Who are you?"

Seeing Yang Fan easily dodge her silver needles, the woman in black showed no change in expression, but a hint of astonishment flashed deep in her eyes.

She had absolute confidence in her hidden weapons; even within the organization, no more than ten people could dodge them. Yet this seemingly young man had easily dodged her weapon.

This astonished her, and her wariness of Yang Fan increased considerably. At this moment, the person who appears here is certainly not an ordinary person, but the one who can dodge his silver needles is quite different...

Ignoring the strong hostility in the other party's words, Yang Fan touched his nose and said, "As expected of the famous Nether Serpent, such strength and such methods are truly better seen than heard of!"

"Who exactly are you? How do you know my identity?"

The woman in black was even more shocked. If the fact that the other party could dodge her hidden weapon surprised her, then the fact that he could reveal his identity was enough to astound her.

For someone like her, living in the shadows, those who knew her identity were generally long gone. She believed that no more than a hundred people in this world knew the title "Nether Serpent," and among those hundred, they were either figures she couldn't afford to offend or her colleagues!

But this young man not only knew her identity but was also alive and well. There were only two possibilities: first, this man was her colleague, and his status was no less than hers; otherwise, it was impossible for her to know him while she was unaware of his existence.

As for the other possibility, it could almost be ignored. Because those figures she couldn't afford to offend already knew her identity, and they wouldn't be interested in someone as insignificant as her.

Therefore, there was only one possibility: the other party was her colleague, and his status was even higher than hers!

However, looking at the entire organization, only the Four Heavenly Kings surpassed her in status, along with the King of Assassins above them, and the founder of the entire organization, the Grand Commander, who had never appeared from beginning to end!

As for the Four Heavenly Kings, although she hadn't met them all, she had some understanding of their ways of doing things. And the young man before her didn't fit the style of any of the Four Heavenly Kings.

As for the organization's highest leader, the Grand Commander, no one knew who he was, not even whether he was male or female, or whether he was still alive.

So, this person before her was very likely the King of Assassins, who surpassed the Four Heavenly Kings and was second only to the King of Assassins!

Thinking of this possibility, Ming She couldn't help but gasp. The King of Assassins had always been her goal to strive for and surpass. She had thought countless times about seeing the legendary King of Assassins with her own eyes. But now, when the other party was standing alive in front of her, she suddenly felt an indescribable eeriness in her heart.

"The King of Assassins? Crippled Wolf?"

Suppressing the shock in her heart, Ming She forced herself to calm down.

"Hmm?"

Slightly taken aback, Yang Fan hadn't expected the other party to guess his identity so quickly. However, he didn't deny it, instead shrugging and saying, "I didn't expect you to be so smart, guessing my identity so quickly!"

"It really is you!"

Guessing in one's heart is one thing, receiving confirmation from the other party is another. Although he had already accepted his guess, when Yang Fan admitted his identity, Ming She couldn't help but feel a little excited.

The King of Assassins, he was a complete legend in the assassin world. In just six years, he went from an unknown assassin to the supreme assassin. In those six years, how many miracles did he create, how many records did he break, how many missions did he complete that others couldn't?

Any one of these achievements is the goal that all assassins strive for, the driving force that motivates them to move forward, and also a legend that they can never surpass!

In the assassin world, the King of Assassins is a mystery, a legend, a miracle!

But now, this legend was standing in front of him, and Ming She felt no excitement at solving the mystery; on the contrary, an incomprehensible doubt rose in his heart.

He looked so young, how could he possibly be the legendary King of Assassins?

Judging by his age, he couldn't be more than twenty. He debuted six years ago, meaning he was at most fourteen. A fourteen-year-old boy becoming the King of Assassins—was that even possible?

There wasn't a trace of murderous intent about him. On the contrary, he looked like a sunny, approachable boy next door. How could he be an assassin whose name would make countless people tremble?

Everything about assassins seemed completely unrelated to this boy. The aura of an assassin was incompatible with him; the bloodthirstiness of an assassin was nowhere to be found in him; the ruthlessness of an assassin seemed entirely absent… Could this boy next door really be the supreme assassin who could leave corpses strewn across the land in a single rage?

Ming She was puzzled and confused because she realized that the real King of Assassins was so different from the supreme assassin she had imagined. This was unacceptable to her, and at the same time, an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart. "Hmph, so what if you're the King of Assassins? I'll see if you, the King of Assassins who's been touted as a god in the assassin world, are really that powerful!"

Shocked, Ming She couldn't help but doubt Yang Fan's identity. The moment her words fell, she moved!

She didn't use her hidden weapon again, because the distance between them was only five meters, a distance at which hidden weapons were unlikely to achieve a surprise effect. Moreover, Ming She knew that she was facing the supreme assassin!

With a swift twist of her agile waist, almost the instant her words fell, she appeared in front of Yang Fan. Her nimble fingers came together, palm down, fingertips forward, forming the shape of a snake's head, and she swiftly pointed towards Yang Fan's throat.

At the same time, her entire lower limbs seemed to become limp and boneless, her steps agile and graceful, rapidly circling around Yang Fan.

"Snake Stretching its Head!" Yang Fan recognized at a glance that Ming She's move was the "Snake Stretching its Head"

technique from the ancient martial arts snake fist.

Snake Fist is a style of martial arts that imitates various movements of a snake, combining them with combat techniques. It is mainly prevalent in southern China.

Since snakes are abundant in the south, from the perspective of imitative martial arts, the southern school is known for its snake fist style. However, the Wan family snake fist is a rare example of a true northern style. The southern school emphasizes technique, while the northern school emphasizes skill. The Wan family snake fist focuses on skill; without pure skill, it is merely a superficial form. Once the balance of softness and hardness is achieved, it is sufficient to defeat a formidable enemy.

Its skill consists of two parts: soft skill and hard skill. Soft skill aims to enhance flexibility, while hard skill aims to increase lethality. The combination of softness and hardness complements each other.

Snake fist movements are well-balanced, combining softness and hardness, with softness as the primary element, yet containing hardness within softness. The upper body requires relaxation and suppleness, while the lower limbs must be agile, achieving both nimble footwork and solid stance. It has high practical value.

In actual combat, the following requirements apply: the body should tremble, the steps should turn, and the hands should flash as if ready to fight; circling steps should be coordinated with the body, and the fingers should be used to strike the throat quickly; the dragon plays

with the pearl, the palm should be inserted into the ribs, but the hand should not peck or strike head-on; the toes should touch the ground, the tiger claw should advance, and the response to a sudden attack should be slow and skillful. Power should be generated simultaneously with vocalization to enhance the momentum. The routine mainly consists of figurative movements such as Divine Snake Refining the Moon, Golden Snake Rising from the Land, Snake Coiling in the Sky, White Snake Spitting Tongue, Wind Snake Circling the Tree, Black Snake Coiling on the Rock, Poisonous Snake Spitting

Foam, Soaring Snake Walking in the Mist, and Horned Snake Responding to the Tail. Snake Fist uses snake-shaped palms as the main hand shape; the main palm techniques are piercing, inserting, pressing, chopping, drilling, pressing, swinging, and picking; the main fist techniques are collapsing, drilling, pressing, rushing, horizontal, chopping, and hooking; and the main stances are half-horse stance, running, T-stance, independent stance, bow stance, and Qilin stance.

Overall, Snake Fist is a powerful offensive style, characterized by agility, close-range combat, and the use of softness to overcome hardness. It boasts immense destructive power, relying on surprise attacks to often decide victory within one or two moves. Even against opponents slightly stronger than oneself, it can achieve victory through unexpected means.

Unfortunately, the Nether Serpent encountered Yang Fan, a being far superior to her. Her cultivation was roughly between the acquired and innate stages, her meridians were open, and her internal energy was beginning to form a small circulation. Her overall strength even surpassed that of Aisen, ranked third on the Black List.

Such strength was already extremely rare, practically unmatched, but she faced Yang Fan, a cultivator whose forty-nine small circulations were complete, whose great circulation had begun, and who had already surpassed innate masters!

Therefore, what seemed like a fierce attack to her appeared much slower and weaker to Yang Fan, even revealing his subtle weaknesses!

"Snap!"

Just as the Nether Serpent's fingers were about to pierce Yang Fan's throat, her jade wrist was swiftly clamped down by him. When she tried to resist again, she found her movements completely restricted. Yang Fan's rough hands locked her arms and legs!

The next moment, the wooden box containing the relic in her hand was in Yang Fan's…

Chapter 67 [Buddha's Relic]

The sudden change petrified the Nether Serpent, who didn't even notice being held in Yang Fan's arms. Although she knew there was a gap between them, she never expected to be unable to withstand even a single round!

She had practiced Snake Fist since childhood, and while she wouldn't claim to have mastered it, she had grasped its essence. However, even her signature Snake Fist technique, which she relied on with such confidence, was completely ineffective, leaving her helpless and subdued. This was a significant blow to her!

She only realized what had happened when Yang Fan snatched the wooden box from her hand. But what could she do then? Her life was in his hands; what use was the wooden box?

"Hmph, I thought the mighty King of Assassins was a gentleman, but it turns out he's just a lecherous scoundrel!"

Just as Yang Fan was considering how to deal with her, Nether Serpent's voice suddenly rang out.

Looking down, Yang Fan realized their posture was a bit off. He was holding her wrist with one hand and restraining her leg with the other, and they were standing face to face—the posture resembled the legendary "Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg." However, Yang Fan was amused by her words. So what if he's the King of Assassins? Even if he's the King of Assassins, he's still an assassin. Have you ever heard of an assassin being a gentleman? An assassin's purpose is to kill. As for the methods used, shouldn't she, as an assassin, understand this basic principle?

However, despite saying this, Yang Fan released her immediately.

Ming She hadn't expected that a single sentence would make him release her. Reflecting on her words, even she felt a little embarrassed. Expecting an assassin to be a gentleman was like asking a sow to fly, an iron tree to bloom—utter nonsense!

The reason she said those words was because she had always regarded Yang Fan as her idol and role model. In her mind, Yang Fan was perfect. Just as people idolize heroes and fans idolize celebrities, in her mind, Yang Fan should be an omnipotent hero. Since he was a hero, he naturally couldn't have such despicable behavior.

That's why, when Yang Fan subdued her, she suddenly felt somewhat disappointed, because she realized that the difference between the King of Assassins she imagined and the real King of Assassins was enormous.

However, as Yang Fan released her, a strange sense of disappointment welled up inside her. Being embraced by her idol was an opportunity not everyone could have. But before she could even savor the feeling of that embrace, she was already out of it…

“You can go, but I’ll leave this box behind!”

Yang Fan naturally had no idea what Ming She was thinking. He wasn’t a bloodthirsty person, and besides, she was still a fellow professional who hadn’t caused him any harm, so there was no need to do anything to her.

“What did you say? You’re letting me go?”

Ming She could hardly believe her ears. She couldn’t believe that Yang Fan would let her go so easily.

Letting her go meant exposing his identity. What did that mean for an assassin?

Especially Yang Fan, the King of Assassins. Everything about him was shrouded in mystery. Now, that veil had been accidentally lifted, meaning the mysterious King of Assassins was no longer a mystery, and everything about him could be exposed at any moment.

If it were her, upon discovering that someone had discovered her true identity, regardless of who that person was, whether intentionally or unintentionally, or even whether the other party was good or bad, her first thought would probably be to kill them to silence them!

Because as an assassin, only by keeping his identity forever hidden in the shadows can he survive. Once an assassin's identity is exposed, it not only signifies the end of his career but also means facing endless pursuit!

Don't forget, what is an assassin? How much blood is stained on an assassin's body? How many enemies are behind an assassin?

Once his identity is exposed, the relatives and friends of those he killed will definitely come knocking. At the same time, his clients, to prevent him from revealing the truth, will also hire assassins to hunt him down.

So, even if this assassin is incredibly powerful, facing endless pursuit, even if his life isn't in danger, he'll probably have to live a life of constant hiding.

But now, he's actually going to let her go! Ming She glanced at Yang Fan with a complex expression. She realized that her view of him had changed at that moment. Before, Yang Fan was merely an idol in her eyes, a goal she dreamed of surpassing!

But now, she found that this once simple thought contained a feeling she had never experienced before. She felt a slight stirring in her long-cold, numb heart…

However, Ming She was, after all, an assassin, and one of the most outstanding ace assassins besides the King of Assassins and the Four Heavenly Kings. Therefore, although she had endless doubts, she had no doubts at all. After giving Yang Fan one last look, she jumped out of the window. Just

like when she came, she appeared and left silently. If it weren't for the open window and the occasional gusts of cold wind proving that someone had been there, there would be no proof of her presence…

Only after she left did Yang Fan turn his gaze to the wooden box in his hand. He didn't think as much as Ming She did, nor did he consider the consequences of his identity being exposed.

Because the way Mingshe thinks about problems is still rooted in the perspective of an assassin, while he is considering things from the perspective of an ordinary person. Since he has already decided to leave that profession, Yang Fan naturally doesn't see himself as an assassin, and that's why he has so few reservations.

Otherwise, if he had thought about this problem from an assassin's perspective, perhaps Mingshe would already be a cold corpse…

Opening the wooden box, Yang Fan discovered that the relic inside couldn't be called a bead, because it resembled a thumb ring!

This relic was entirely white, like jade, with a round hole in the center, resembling a short tube. It was about the size of a thumb, no more than an inch high, and level with the thumb's joint. It looked exactly like a thumb ring carved from white jade.

"Buddha's Bone Relic!"

However, Yang Fan recognized it at a glance—this thumb ring-shaped relic was indeed the Buddhist sacred relic, the Buddha's Bone Relic!

While relics (sarira) are said to be left behind only after the passing of eminent monks in Buddhism, they are not considered particularly precious. Only the relics left behind by the legendary Buddha Shakyamuni after his death are considered true Buddhist sacred objects.

After his passing, Shakyamuni Buddha left behind a skull fragment, two shoulder blades, four teeth, a middle finger bone relic, and 84,000 pearl-like relics.

Among these relics, the one formed from a piece of skull, two scapulae, four teeth, and a middle finger bone, along with the largest of the more than 80,000 relics, are collectively known by Buddhist believers as the Nine Great Holy Buddha Relics.

Legend has it that these Nine Great Holy Buddha Relics possess incredible energy and are supreme sacred objects in Buddhism. Having been influenced by Buddhism since childhood, Yang Fan naturally recognized at a glance that the relic before him was the Buddha bone relic formed from the middle finger bone of Shakyamuni Buddha!

However, what puzzled Yang Fan was why this Buddha bone relic, considered a sacred object by Buddhists, was here. According to Buddhist scriptures, this Buddha bone relic should be enshrined in Mount Kakuou in Nagoya, Japan.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help but shift his gaze to the Japanese man who had been knocked unconscious by the Nether Serpent. If he remembered correctly, this man was also one of the Japanese who had caused trouble at the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall today.

Picking up a half-empty cup of tea from the table—whoever had drunk from it and left it there—Yang Fan walked over to the man and poured the tea all over his face.

The cold water jolted the Japanese man awake from his unconsciousness. However, just as he was about to shout, he found himself enveloped by an intensely chilling killing intent. The words that had reached his throat wouldn't come out.

"Can you speak Chinese?"

Ignoring the man's astonished expression, Yang Fan calmly looked at him.

But under his calm gaze, the Japanese man felt as if a thousand sharp swords were simultaneously locked onto him. He couldn't even speak, only nodding in terror.

"That's good. I'll ask you whatever you want to answer. Whether you want to answer or not is entirely up to you!"

With that, Yang Fan's killing intent vanished, no longer worried about the man turning against him.

Gasping for breath, the Japanese man stared at Yang Fan in terror. At this moment, he dared not shout, nor did he have the strength to do so.

The feeling he had just experienced was unforgettable. He couldn't understand how someone could possess such intense killing intent. That icy, icy sensation was terrifying; he even had the illusion that he had just returned from hell!

"Speak up, tell me everything you know and everything you should say!"

Glancing at the other person, Yang Fan tried the Buddha relic on his thumb, wanting to see if this ring-like relic could truly be worn like a ring. However, at that moment, the situation suddenly changed...

Chapter 68 [Three Moves to Defeat]

The moment the "ring" touched his thumb, it automatically transformed, as if it possessed a spirit. It directly slipped onto Yang Fan's thumb, and at the same time, bursts of white light flowed through it. The appearance of the Buddha relic gradually changed to resemble a ring. By the time Yang Fan reacted, it had completely transformed into the shape of a ring.

Not only that, Yang Fan also discovered that there seemed to be a blood connection between the Buddha relic and his finger. He tried to remove the Buddha relic, but found that he couldn't move it an inch!

"What's going on?"

Yang Fan discovered that although the ring was stuck to his thumb, it didn't cause him any discomfort. On the contrary, after the Buddha's relic fused with his finger, the previously excessive and somewhat volatile emotions within him seemed to be suppressed.

Originally, due to his physical condition, the seal within Yang Fan would loosen on the night of the full moon, and at this time, his ferocity would flare up. Every time this happened, he needed a frenzied killing spree to vent that volatile emotion.

It was precisely because of this that he embarked on the path of an assassin. However, after six years, he had been able to barely suppress this volatile emotion.

But tonight, first the battle with Eisen, then the frantic run to this Ring City Building, and then the conflict with the Nether Serpent. This series of events had caused the volatile soul within him, which he could barely suppress before, to stir again.

He originally intended to find a deserted place to resolve this issue after getting the answer, but unexpectedly, the sudden appearance of the Buddha's relic actually dissolved the volatile emotions in his heart. He even discovered that he seemed to have a faint control over the seal within his body!

Although he didn't understand how this happened, this discovery still excited Yang Fan greatly. This meant he would no longer have to worry about his health; while it couldn't be completely cured, at least he was no longer in serious trouble!

Turning his gaze to the Japanese man, Yang Fan remained silent. But as soon as the man saw his gaze fall on him, he trembled and said, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll tell you everything, I'll tell you everything..."

Through these fragmented words, Yang Fan finally understood the gist of the matter. The man before him was named Yamamoto Taichi, a member of the Yamamoto family of Japan.

In Japan, there were countless families, large and small, each controlling the country's economy, government, and even military.

Among these families, two forces were the most powerful: the Yagyu family and the Yamamoto family. The Yagyu family primarily controlled the country's politics and economy, while the Yamamoto family mainly controlled the underworld. It can be said that two families, one openly and one covertly, divided the entire island nation.

Of course, to divide the entire island nation, one must possess sufficient power. In the island nation, there are two professions that are most mysterious, yet powerful enough to influence the entire nation: Onmyoji and Ninjas.

Onmyoji are similar to the Five Elements sorcerers or Taoist priests of China. Ninjas are an upgraded version of the island nation's samurai. In the island nation, both Onmyoji and Ninjas hold extremely high status. Their treatment is the best in the country.

Moreover, both Onmyoji and Ninjas possess powers that ordinary people cannot control. In the minds of ordinary islanders, they are like high and mighty gods, omnipotent.

Take the Yasukuni Shrine and the National Shrine, for example; these are the places where Ninjas and Onmyoji are most concentrated. The Yasukuni Shrine is the Ninja's headquarters, while the National Shrine is the headquarters of the Onmyoji.

These two forces are controlled by the Yagyu family for Onmyoji and by the Yamamoto family for Ninjas. Through them, the two families firmly controlled the entire island nation.

Not long ago, both the Yagyu and Yamamoto families received news that a sacred Buddha relic would appear in Yanjing (Beijing). This is why they sent people into China.

In Japan, the people's faith in Buddhism far surpasses that of other countries, especially regarding Buddhist relics, which they have a blind fervor for. Particularly due to the Japanese tendency to possess everything, upon receiving this news, they immediately retrieved the Buddha relic enshrined on Mount Kakuō in Nagoya and brought it to Yanjing, China.

Because the sacred Buddha relic is a single entity, it possesses a certain attraction to itself. Therefore, after searching Yanjing for a short time, they ultimately focused their attention on the Tianwei Martial Arts School.

This is why Yang Fan encountered the scene today. They intended to enter the Tianwei Martial Arts School by causing trouble to verify whether the sacred Buddha relic was truly there. Unexpectedly, Yang Fan appeared...

Hearing Yamamoto Taichi's words, Yang Fan couldn't help but chuckle. The value of Buddha relics was self-evident. Leaving aside their supposedly miraculous effects, the mere fact that they were relics left behind by Shakyamuni Buddha at the time of his passing was enough to make countless people envious, not to mention their ability to suppress his illness.

This reminded Yang Fan of an old song: "No guns, no cannons, the enemy will make them for us; no food, no clothes, the enemy will come forward." Now, Yang Fan desperately needed a cure for his illness, and these islanders had sent it all the way from their island nation!

Moreover, after what had just happened, Yang Fan realized that the key to solving his physical ailment seemed to lie within this sacred Buddha relic…

“I… I’ve told you everything I know, so… can you let me go?”

Just as Yang Fan was pondering this, Yamamoto Taichi’s words reached his ears again.

Yang Fan chuckled, his smile bright and sunny, but to Yamamoto Taichi, it was like the smile of a demon king, terrifying indeed.

At this moment, he couldn’t help but regret his decision. If he hadn’t been so eager to claim credit and accompanied Yagyu Yosen and the others back to Japan that afternoon, none of this would have happened.

Now, forget about any credit; not only was the Buddha relic lost, but his life was also in danger. Furthermore, he had leaked the Yamamoto family’s secrets; even if he survived, he didn’t know what fate awaited him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you!”

Shrugging, Yang Fan placed the paper cup back on the table and said with a smile.

“Re… really?”

Yamamoto Taichi asked tremulously. He couldn't believe his ears; he hadn't expected the other party to actually let him go.

He had already decided that as long as he could leave this place and go back to tell the clan leader everything that had happened tonight, he believed that even if he couldn't escape punishment, he should at least be able to save his life.

"Why would I need to lie to you?"

After leaving those words, Yang Fan also jumped out of the window where the Nether Serpent had left. However, just as he brushed past the window, he gently tapped the wall with his palm.

The several silver needles that had been embedded in the wall were actually shaken out by this tremor, and shot towards Yamamoto Taiichi at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Still reeling from the shock, Yamamoto Taichi reached out to wipe the sweat from his brow, but his hand froze mid-stretch. His eyes snapped open, and in the next instant, his face, already deathly pale from shock, turned ashen, and his expression became vacant…

“I promised not to kill you, but I didn’t kill you. Those silver needles seem to be weapons specifically for the Nether Serpent!”

Glancing at the three silver needles embedded in Yamamoto Taichi’s throat, Yang Fan shrugged and leaped out of the window like a roc spreading its wings!

As he plummeted from the sky, Yang Fan glanced at the surveillance camera facing the window, finding it now a pile of rubble. He couldn’t help but smile slightly.

"Looks like I haven't been in this line of work for a while, I'm definitely not as professional anymore. If it weren't for Nether Serpent's help, the delay earlier would have made it much more difficult for me to leave silently..."

Meanwhile, in a bar in Yanjing, Nether Serpent sat alone in a dark corner, sipping red wine. She seemed oblivious to the men and women around her, wildly dancing and venting their emotions. Drinking alone was quite a unique experience!

Strangely, however, not a single man approached this stunning beauty, which seemed rather eerie.

Just as Nether Serpent was drinking, a woman suddenly appeared before her. Also dressed in black, she displayed a fiery figure to its fullest. Her exquisite curves were not only no less impressive than Nether Serpent's, but she possessed an alluring charm that Nether Serpent lacked.

Nether Serpent exuded a strong desire to conquer, like a wild horse unleashed, radiating a wild and untamed allure.

The woman who suddenly appeared exuded an allure that could drive any man mad. Anyone who saw her would immediately think of the bed, wanting to pin her down and ravage her.

However, within this allure lay a deadly threat, like a poppy laced with poison, passion and danger coexisting!

Moreover, most of her face was obscured by her black hair, but this did not detract from her beauty; on the contrary, it added to her mysterious aura, making her even more seductive and intoxicating…

Sitting across from the Serpent, she poured herself a glass of red wine, took a sip, and then asked softly, “How was it? Did you complete the mission?”

“No!”

Without looking at him, the Serpent replied absentmindedly.

“Oh? Did something change?”

the woman asked, somewhat surprised.

“Yes, I encountered him!”

“Him? You mean Crippled Wolf?”

For the first time, surprise appeared on the half of the woman's face that was exposed.

"Not bad!"

"Did you spar?"

"Yes!"

"So how strong is he?"

"I can only say that if you spar with him, you'll be defeated in three moves, and you'll definitely die on the spot within five moves! As for me, I couldn't even last one move against him!"

He downed the red wine in his glass, staring blankly at the glass before him, his expression somewhat dazed…

Chapter 69 [Forced Kiss]

The morning sunlight was warm and gentle. A sliver of light pierced through the curtains, illuminating the pink and green room with an indescribably alluring and ambiguous atmosphere.

Dongfang Lan's eyes were slightly closed, a faint smile playing on her beautiful red lips, making her look like Sleeping Beauty from a fairy tale, as if waiting for a prince to offer a kiss to awaken her beauty.

"Mmm…"

She let out a seductive moan, stretched, and her dark eyelashes trembled slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.

Her large eyes, brimming with a smile, a hint of allure, and a touch of seductive charm, were veiled in mist, radiating a captivating allure. Her small mouth, slightly upturned, parted, beckoned for a kiss. She wore a pink lace nightgown, revealing her long, slender neck and a glimpse of her smooth, white breasts, half-concealed, half-revealed. Her waist was slender and delicate,

seemingly impossible to encircle. Her long, shapely legs were bare, even her beautiful feet exuding a silent, seductive invitation. Dongfang Lan's attire was undeniably flamboyant, but this flamboyance paled in comparison to her demeanor. She was a woman whose allure emanated from her very bones, seemingly constantly seducing men and captivating their senses.

"What time is it?"

She glanced at the alarm clock on her desk, and only when the hour hand pointed to eight o'clock did Dongfang Lan reluctantly get out of bed.

Because of what happened last night, she didn't sleep well at all. She was in a daze, her mind racing with thoughts for most of the night. She finally fell asleep just before dawn, too tired to stay awake any longer. Therefore, even now, her eyes were still a little red and swollen.

"Oh right, Yang Fan is still outside!"

Dongfang Lan suddenly remembered that a man was sleeping in her studio apartment.

"I wonder if he's awake yet?"

Thinking about last night, Dongfang Lan's heart raced. Whether it was her bold yoga poses or Yang Fan coming to "admire" her thong, it was enough to make her incredibly embarrassed.

Although she tried to hide her embarrassment with boldness and flirtation in front of Yang Fan, when no one else was around, just thinking about those things made her cheeks burn…

Quietly putting her ear to the door, and only when she heard no sound outside did Dongfang Lan carefully open the door and, like a silent cat, quietly leave the room and go to the bedroom.

Although it was already broad daylight, the room was still somewhat dimly lit because the curtains were drawn. But this didn't obstruct Dongfang Lan's view.

On the sofa, Yang Fan seemed to still be fast asleep, his breathing even. The blanket was simply draped over him, with most of it already on the floor. However, he seemed completely oblivious, his eyes still closed, his body motionless.

Carefully approaching Yang Fan, Dongfang Lan waved her fair hand back and forth in front of his closed eyes a few times. Seeing no reaction, she smiled and playfully mouthed, "You dead pig!" Then, Dongfang Lan squatted down, hugging her knees, her gaze level with the sofa, at eye level with Yang Fan's head.

In the hazy light, Dongfang Lan, as if admiring a work of art, tilted her head, her bright, jewel-like eyes half-open, scrutinizing Yang Fan from left to right. The man's long, well-groomed hair, thick, dark eyebrows, slightly long eyelashes, straight nose, and sharply defined lips…

From their chance encounter on the plane to yesterday's unexpected meeting, and even now, this was the first time she had seen Yang Fan so closely. Looking at him now, he wasn't bad-looking; in fact, he was quite handsome.

Dongfang Lan couldn't help but recall the helpless expression Yang Fan always wore when she teased him, that innocent, childlike look. Reflecting on it now, she realized that the reason she enjoyed teasing him was precisely because of that reaction!

Thinking back, their first meeting was incredibly awkward. That time, she was on her period and had completely forgotten to bring her... well, you know. She asked her best friend for it, but hers was locked in her closet.

Later, she found a passenger on the plane who helped her, but not only did he see some of her underwear, but he also discovered her embarrassing state, and even... even at the most crucial moment, she couldn't hold on to him...

Finally, she discovered that her best friend seemed to have feelings for him. Out of her years of love for her best friend, her first thought was to find out his motives. However, this guy was annoying; he even laughed at her figure, saying it wasn't as good as Xiao Xin Xin's...

After getting off the plane, she tried to follow him, but lost him because of a taxi problem. Until yesterday's unexpected encounter, she rekindled her investigation.

She practically tricked him into coming to her company, but he saw something he shouldn't have seen in her office. Although she didn't create those suspicious liquids, what would he think? She was very unsure...

With a "what the heck" attitude, she took him to Dream Paradise, hoping to teach him a lesson, but coincidentally, she ran into the person she hated most there. Later, it was this person who helped her solve the trouble and teach the other person a lesson.

She had sworn since childhood that whoever could help her avenge herself, she would repay them with everything she had. Although he didn't avenge her, it still gave her a great sense of satisfaction. In fact, yesterday was the happiest day of her life in over twenty years...

She had brought him home in a daze, and she had even run into the bathroom to take a shower in front of him, then done yoga in front of him, and even made those daring moves... Now that she thought about it, it all seemed like she was seducing him, hinting at something...

But this guy wasn't even attracted to her beauty, which made her inexplicably annoyed. But then, she discovered that he was staring blankly at her underwear... This made her both angry and amused. It turned out that this little guy was all talk and no action...

Unforgettable scenes kept flashing through Dongfang Lan's mind, and her expressions became colorful, sometimes depressed, sometimes happy, sometimes thoughtful, sometimes curious...

Gradually, Dongfang Lan's gaze at Yang Fan became deeper and more intense, and she couldn't look away. A heart that had been indifferent for many years began to throb, making Dongfang Lan's breathing quicken involuntarily.

A bold idea suddenly popped into her head: she really wanted to kiss him…

just one kiss, on his cheek, eyes closed, a quick touch and then away…

just a little bit, he wouldn't wake up, would he? And even if he did, so what? He wouldn't lose anything by kissing her, would a kiss make her pregnant? And even if she did, he wouldn't give birth!

Dongfang Lan pursed her full lips, her mind a jumble. She realized this thought was wrong, but she couldn't control the suppressed emotions she felt…

Constantly trying to convince herself, Dongfang Lan slowly closed her eyes, pouting her rosy lips. Her youthful kiss was like that of a young girl in her prime, her delicate body trembling slightly beneath her pink pajamas, her face flushed, as she moved closer to Yang Fan.

But because she had been squatting, her legs were already numb. She hadn't leaned forward much before her legs felt like they couldn't support her anymore.

Helpless, Dongfang Lan had to lift her hands off her knees, groping for a grip on the sofa to find a more comfortable position to continue kissing.

She couldn't care less about anything else; the urge to kiss him made this mature woman, overflowing with emotion, disregard all restraint. This was the first time she had taken the initiative to kiss a man, and she needed a comfortable and complete memory, even if he was asleep…

Yang Fan was awakened by a bright light. He had just had a strange dream in which he and Dongfang Lan were tightly embracing.

Dongfang Lan was wearing a sexy nightgown, her full breasts and sexy thighs fully exposed, while he, like a cat, buried his entire head in her seemingly endless cleavage…

Suddenly, he felt a faint fragrance wafting to his nose. The scent wasn't perfume, but it was equally alluring, not pungent at all, but rather intoxicating the more he smelled it.

However, he felt a constant heat blowing on his face, itchy and uncomfortable, making him want to open his eyes to see clearly.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a large expanse of white…

Dongfang Lan was kneeling in front of him, her entire face close to his. As a result, her cleavage was suddenly exposed, and the two plump breasts that couldn't be contained by the low neckline almost bounced out...

"Sister Lan, what do you want to do?" Yang

Fan tilted his head back slightly, looking at the head that kept leaning down towards him, his mind went blank.

Their faces gradually approached, almost touching, and Yang Fan could even clearly smell the sweet scent of her breath. Although he vaguely guessed Dongfang Lan's next move, Yang Fan was still a little skeptical and not used to this position.

Just as Yang Fan tried to turn his face away, Dongfang Lan domineeringly pinched his chin and said, "Don't dodge!"

After saying these three words, she had already forcibly kissed Yang Fan's lips...

"Mmm!"

Yang Fan was so shocked that he didn't have time to react. His jaw involuntarily loosened, and Dongfang Lan's nimble tongue took the opportunity to sneak into his warm mouth and begin its conquest and ravages!

Since it was their first kiss, Yang Fan was quite passive, teased by a delicate, sweet tongue, leaving him nowhere to hide. Gradually, his breathing became heavy, and as he lost himself in a passionate, intense love, he couldn't help but reciprocate her wild, passionate kiss...

Chapter 70 [The Way to Extinguish the Fire]

The lips were smooth and silky, like the finest chocolate in the world.

Her mouth was sweet and cool, yet incredibly delicious. Yang Fan couldn't help but bite her lips, sucking hard like a baby nursing.

Soon, Yang Fan was no longer satisfied with such superficial contact. Without any instruction, he plunged his tongue into Dongfang Lan's mouth.

Dongfang Lan's tongue was soft and slippery, like a playful little loach. Every time Yang Fan tried to envelop it with his tongue, it would slide away a long way. Then, as soon as Yang Fan shifted his focus, it would relentlessly challenge him,

moving closer to his tongue and lightly touching or gently prodding it, trying to draw his attention. Then, as soon as Yang Fan tried to envelop it again, it would use the same trick, quickly escaping once more…

Meanwhile, Yang Fan's hands were not idle. One hand involuntarily wrapped around her waist, while the other, through the thin fabric, touched the softness of Dongfang Lan's chest…

He unceremoniously played with the softness in his hands. Even through the fabric, his hands could feel the amazing elasticity and smoothness of her breasts!

They looked full, and one hand couldn't even fully grasp them. Like fermented dough, soft and fluffy, yet carrying a strange weight. Yang Fan, lacking any experience, blindly kneaded that mound of flesh into all sorts of strange shapes.

This was a man's best toy, a gift from heaven, the greatest blessing a man could receive. For a man, the allure of a woman's breasts far surpassed that of a child's cartoon toy!

With just a brief touch, Yang Fan felt an irresistible urge to touch her. Hormones surged within them, and Yang Fan clearly felt a swelling, fullness in his lower body.

For a man who had been a virgin for eighteen years, the body of a mature, sexy woman meant everything!

Yang Fan's movements grew increasingly rough, his body seemingly insecure as he pulled Dongfang Lan's delicate form into his arms. Only when their bodies overlapped, and Yang Fan could clearly feel the softness and warmth of her body, did he finally find that sense of fulfillment.

At this moment, he felt his body was not like a dry well, but utterly empty and lonely…

Men are never satisfied with a woman's body; after an embrace, they crave a kiss; after a kiss, they crave to be naked and intimate in bed, and they even think about going further…

Dongfang Lan's breasts were covered by a bathrobe, not to mention the protection of

her bra underneath. Although large clumps of pink flesh protruded, allowing Yang Fan to molest them, how could he be satisfied with that? His hand slipped under Dongfang Lan's armpit, and with a gentle twist of two fingers, with a "pop," he unbuttoned her bra. Although he had never used this move before, it was completely innate!

Suddenly!

Like rabbits released from their cages, without the restraint of those two pieces of fabric, Dongfang Lan's two plump, tender breasts trembled and bounced unabashedly before Yang Fan's eyes.

Looking at those perfect jade balls, looking at those full and firm breasts, Yang Fan was momentarily stunned. This dazed reaction stemmed from his body; a momentary pause made him forget to kiss, forget to caress, forget to reclaim what Dongfang Lan had done to him!

Dongfang Lan also stopped, smiling as she lay on top of Yang Fan, breathing heavily. Although the room wasn't brightly lit, Yang Fan could still clearly see that Dongfang Lan was smiling, or rather, he could feel her smiling.

Dongfang Lan's sudden return to normal left Yang Fan feeling somewhat conflicted. Should he continue embracing her intimately, or should they end the day's activities here?

"What time is it?"

Lacking any experience in this area, he asked a very silly question, one he later regretted.

"Almost nine o'clock, get up, the sun's almost high in the sky!"

Patting Yang Fan's cheeks, which were flushed from excitement, Dongfang Lan smiled and said, "How are you? Hungry?"

"You can even make breakfast?"

Although he wanted to interpret "hungry" in another way, Yang Fan still asked somewhat embarrassedly.

"Yes, but I have no appetite for breakfast right now!"

After saying that, Dongfang Lan suddenly touched Yang Fan's lower body and said, "Are you aroused?"

"..."

Yang Fan smiled bitterly. After being hugged, kissed, and touched by her, if he wasn't aroused, would he still be a normal man?

Ignoring Yang Fan's miserable face, Dongfang Lan asked with a grin, "Is it uncomfortable?"

"What do you think?"

He rolled his eyes. He thought he was already quite a rogue, but in front of her, he found himself as pure as a blank sheet of paper. If she were to be a little more rogue, he would definitely develop some kind of illness from this woman's antics.

"No matter what, you are still my good brother, and I can't bear to let you just hold back like this."

After thinking for a moment, Dongfang Lan continued, "Do you want me to help you put out the fire?"

"How do I put out the fire?"

Yang Fan's eyes lit up.

"Let me tell you a good way to put out a fire, that is... self-touching! Haha,"

Dongfang Lan said, before Yang Fan could even react, she generously climbed off him, holding the bra he had just removed, and with a swaying hip and giggles, she disappeared into the bathroom...

"Self-touching?"

The innocent Yang Fan was slightly taken aback at first, then realized the true meaning of Dongfang Lan's words.

"What a female hooligan!"

he muttered to himself. Dealing with such a female hooligan, Yang Fan really didn't know what to say...

When Yang Fan finished washing up in the bathroom, Dongfang Lan had already ordered takeout by phone. There was a small food street not far from where she lived.

Fried buns, steamed buns, potstickers, fried dumplings, steamed dumplings, sesame cakes, fried dough sticks, fried cakes, chive boxes, shumai, zongzi, porridge, soy milk, glutinous rice balls, wontons, noodles, spicy soup... everything was available, making it convenient to find something to eat.

Because she didn't know what Yang Fan liked to eat, she ordered almost every kind of snack. When Yang Fan came out of the bathroom, she was pouring porridge into a bowl. Judging from her expression, she seemed to have completely forgotten about what had happened earlier!

"Let me do it!" Yang Fan shrugged, increasingly confused about what this woman was thinking. However, since he had given his first kiss to her, he couldn't help but want to observe her.

Dongfang Lan didn't argue with him, smiling as she let him do it, simply saying, "I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I bought a little of everything."

Yang Fan's movements paused slightly, he just gave a soft "hmm" in response, and continued with his work.

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't speak, Dongfang Lan didn't say anything more, pulled up a chair and sat down at the table. After Yang Fan poured the porridge, she silently began to eat her breakfast. Yang

Fan was a little curious about Dongfang Lan's attitude, but didn't pay too much attention. There was a table full of delicious food in front of him, waiting for him to devour it, and under normal circumstances, he wouldn't dare to... He didn't easily take the initiative to strike up a conversation with this fickle woman.

Besides, Yang Fan had been busy until late last night and was already starving. He wasn't overly picky about food, and faced with the temptation of delicious food, he couldn't care less about anything else. So, he directly launched an offensive on the breakfast on the table.

Dongfang Lan ate quietly for a while before remembering that her bowl was still empty. She stood up, took the soy milk, and poured it into her bowl.

While pouring the soy milk, she secretly glanced at Yang Fan, only to find that he was focused on eating his breakfast and hadn't noticed her little action at all.

While letting out a slight sigh of relief, Dongfang Lan felt a pang of disappointment. Her sexy outfit not only made her look more alluring but also gave her unparalleled confidence as a woman amidst the many admiring, even greedy, glances.

But this guy in front of her seemed far more interested in the food than in her. This left Dongfang Lan feeling deeply hurt and disheartened.

"What's wrong with me? So self-pitying, like a frustrated, unsatisfied woman!"

Dongfang Lan muttered to herself, but somewhere deep inside, a complex mix of emotions stirred within her.

Her bold kiss with Yang Fan, while partly driven by desire, was primarily a bold act to hide her embarrassment at his attempt to steal a kiss.

But deep down, she was still a conservative woman. Although she was bold in her actions and frivolous in her words, over the years, she had never even let anyone touch her body, let alone embrace and kiss a man passionately. However, when facing this seemingly young guy, her sense of vigilance was almost zero...

Dongfang Lan stared blankly at Yang Fan, from the corners of her eyebrows to the soles of his feet, and the more she looked, the faster her heart began to beat!

"Although he doesn't look very strong, his chest is very solid. Although he's not particularly handsome, there's an indescribable charm to his face. His smile is gentle, and his eyes are clear... Looking closely, he's quite attractive. Should I steal him away?"

Yang Fan noticed her gaze and looked up at her suspiciously, but Dongfang Lan quickly dodged away, avoiding eye contact with him. Shaking his head slightly, he had no idea what Dongfang Lan was up to, and could only continue to focus on the delicious food in front of him…

After breakfast, Yang Fan had assumed Dongfang Lan would go to school with him, and he was mentally prepared for that. But to his surprise, Dongfang Lan said she had to go to the company today.

When Yang Fan pressed her for the reason, she gave him a fierce glare: “I’ve already said I’m your secretary, so naturally I have to help you with the gangster club’s affairs. What, now that the secretary is busy, do you want her to be idle too?”

Yang Fan knew exactly what Dongfang Lan meant. The phrase “the secretary does the work when there’s work, and the secretary does the work when there’s nothing to do” had almost become a taboo for him, so he naturally dared not say anything more to her.

Moreover, the gangster club’s affairs did indeed require Dongfang Lan’s attention, so after leaving a “thank you for your hard work”, Yang Fan fled Dongfang Lan’s bachelor apartment as if escaping…

Chapter 71 [The Director’s Outburst]

After leaving Dongfang Lan’s bachelor apartment, Yang Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Being with such a fickle woman—sometimes bold and seductive, sometimes alluring and alluring, yet somehow impossible to approach—while incredibly blissful, was utterly exhausting for Yang Fan, a virgin!

Not mentally, but physically. Imagine a woman who can arouse a man's desire at any moment, yet you can only look, not touch… but she can look at you, touch you, even kiss you!

A normal man in this situation would likely feel no pleasure or excitement, only pain and helplessness.

Ultimately, it boils down to Yang Fan's lack of initiative; he was too passive, or in other words, he had little dating experience. That's why he was so passive in such situations.

Perhaps it was precisely because Dongfang Lan had grasped his virginity so perfectly that she so brazenly teased and seduced him! However, her behavior was nothing short of playful. If Yang Fan wasn't provoked enough, she could easily get herself into trouble…

Sitting in the taxi on the way to Peking University, Yang Fan suddenly remembered that today seemed to be Shen Ruoxi's ultimatum. After tonight, he wouldn't have anywhere to stay.

The reason Shen Ruoxi let him stay at her place for three days was entirely out of respect for Shen Ruolan. After tonight, not only would the time be over, but even if Shen Ruoxi didn't say anything, he would feel embarrassed to stay any longer.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help but think of that cunning little girl, Shen Ruolan. Through his interactions with Shen Ruoxi, he roughly understood that Shen Ruolan had tricked him into staying at her sister's place simply to play a trick on Shen Ruoxi.

Although he didn't know the true nature of the two sisters' relationship, judging from how Shen Ruolan trembled at the mere mention of "Sister Ruoxi," she seemed to have a severe phobia of this beautiful policewoman.

Perhaps due to the severe abuse she suffered at the hands of Shen Ruoxi, Shen Ruolan lured a stranger she had only known for one night to her sister's place, hoping to retaliate for the grievances she had endured.

However, even Yang Fan had to admire the girl's audacity. Her actions were tantamount to pushing her sister into a fire pit. A man and a woman alone in a room—if something went wrong, who would take responsibility?

Of course, this didn't rule out Shen Ruolan's trust in him, or perhaps her confidence in her sister's abilities, believing that her small frame wouldn't be able to gain any advantage against her police-trained sister.

Relatively speaking, Yang Fan was more inclined to believe the latter. Anyway, she wouldn't let her sister suffer, and she could also make her a little depressed. It had to be said, her plan was quite clever… Thinking

this, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel an urge to meet Shen Ruolan. He had been tricked by her without even realizing it; how could he not get an explanation?

Yang Fan was a rather traditional and somewhat chauvinistic man. He preferred a woman who was submissive and dependent rather than someone he had to constantly yield to.

Therefore, between Shen Ruoxi and Shen Ruolan, he preferred spending time with Shen Ruolan. This girl was not only innocent and guileless, but also very simple-minded, unlike Shen Ruoxi, who had a fiery temper and a strong personality, with a tendency to resort to violence at the slightest provocation!

"Maybe I should call Dongfang Lan? She's familiar with Yanjing; finding an apartment should be easier for her..."

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Yang Fan immediately abandoned it. Heaven knows how this enchanting woman would react; Yang Fan dared not challenge his psychological limits!

Putting aside his housing search for the time being, Yang Fan simply closed his eyes and dozed off. He'd been busy most of the night, and then succumbed to Dongfang Lan's relentless temptations; he was physically and mentally exhausted…

Shen Ruoxi hadn't been in a good mood all afternoon. Sitting in the chief's private office, dressed in her police uniform, her face was stern all morning. When subordinates came to report, she showed them no respect whatsoever.

The chief's change in demeanor made everyone in the police station tremble with fear. Despite her young age, Shen Ruoxi's prestige in the entire police station was unmatched. Coupled with her decisive and efficient work style and her strict demands on her subordinates, she was a force to be reckoned with.

She remembered when she first took office, several people in the station, relying on their connections and perceived superior qualifications, completely disregarded this young chief. But not long after, those old fogies were now relegated to the branch office, sidelined.

Therefore, seeing the chief's displeasure, the atmosphere in the entire police station changed accordingly, and even work efficiency increased significantly. They dared not provoke the bureau chief at this time.

Why was she so angry? Shen Ruoxi herself didn't know. In short, after she woke up this morning and found that Yang Fan hadn't returned home all night, she had been holding back a lot of anger. Not only was her temper more volatile, but she also dealt with several clueless guys in the bureau.

Even so, she still couldn't shake off her anger. She didn't know why—was she angry that Yang Fan hadn't come home all night, angry that he hadn't called her, or something else entirely? She didn't know, and didn't want to know. She only knew she was unhappy, very unhappy!

"You bastard, wait till you get back tonight, I'll show you what I'm made of!"

Shen Ruoxi said viciously, staring at her phone on her desk. The phone had been on the whole time, but it hadn't made a sound.

Just then, an alarm rang on the desk, but it wasn't her personal phone; it was the office phone.

"I'll give you one minute. If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, you're fired!"

Grabbing the phone, Shen Ruoxi said angrily before the person on the other end could speak.

"Chief... Chief, oh... It's terrible! An assassination has occurred at the Xinri Foreign Goods Company in the Huancheng Building. An islander was assassinated in the early hours of last night. We just received the report. Chief, as you know, China and Japan are currently embroiled in a fierce dispute over the Diaoyu Islands. Now, an islander has died in China. If this isn't handled properly, it could cause a diplomatic incident. So..."

On the other end of the phone, the police officer gave a fragmented account of the situation, wiping the cold sweat from his brow as he spoke. Although he didn't know why the chief was so angry, even if he felt more wronged than Dou E, he had to endure it. After all, he couldn't afford to offend him.

At the same time, he mentally cursed the deceased islander's ancestors for eighteen generations. "Why did you have to come to China? If you're going to die, go back home first! This is just asking for trouble! Damn it, even the dead can't be left in peace! You made me get a scolding from the chief!"

"Let him curse me then, but if this gets me sidelined, I'll go home and make a straw doll and stab him to death with needles every day."

Wait, he's dead, so a straw doll won't work. Looks like I'll have to draw circles and curse his ancestors for eighteen generations…

"What? You said an islander died in the Huancheng Building? And it was assassinated?"

Shen Ruoxi naturally had no idea what her subordinate was really thinking; she was shocked by the news. As the head of a bureau, she naturally understood what the assassination of an islander at this time meant!

Normally, even if ten or eight died, let alone one, it could be easily suppressed, but now it's different. Recently, China and the island nation have been embroiled in a fierce territorial dispute, with the Diaoyu Islands becoming a global focus.

Both sides are currently making frequent moves—military exercises, government pressure, and even mobilizing civilian forces. Now, both sides are desperately trying to find the slightest flaw in the other's position to force concessions.

In the past few days, due to pressure from various sectors and international public opinion, the island nation has shown signs of making concessions.

If news suddenly breaks that a Japanese citizen has died a violent death in China, the Japanese government will undoubtedly make a big deal out of it. Even if they can't force China to compromise, this incident will still damage China's global image. Therefore

, this matter is both minor and major. If handled well, it's just an ordinary murder case; if handled poorly, it could involve international disputes.

As the police chief, how could Shen Ruoxi not know this? At this moment, she had no time to think about why Yang Fan hadn't returned last night. She had to handle this matter as quickly as possible; otherwise, she, as the chief, might even have to resign!

Ten minutes later, Shen Ruoxi arrived at the Huancheng Building, surrounded by a group of police officers.

The area had already been cordoned off by the police. Shen Ruoxi didn't go to examine the crime scene but instead went to the surveillance room of the Huancheng Building.

On her way there, she had already learned the general outline of the incident. The crime occurred in the middle of the night, and at that time, all the passages in the Huancheng Building were blocked. Therefore, the only way for the killer to enter and exit the building would be through windows or other well-ventilated areas, and these places were all monitored.

So, the only clue now was to see if they could find a breakthrough by reviewing the surveillance footage.

Before Shen Ruoxi arrived, the police officers who had arrived at the scene beforehand had retrieved the footage from the previous night. However, none of the footage contained any useful information; the surveillance cameras outside the victim's apartment had already been destroyed.

However, at that moment, Shen Ruoxi suddenly noticed a suspicious scene in a video. At first glance, the scene seemed unremarkable, but upon closer inspection, it became apparent that for half a second, the image blurred, and in that instant, a dark shadow seemed to flash by...

Chapter 72 [A Boring Challenge]

"Take a screenshot of this video!"

Pointing at the video, Shen Ruoxi expertly gave the order.

No one asked why; having worked with this beautiful police chief for so long, the police officers were already used to her style. Immediately, a computer expert came over, retrieved the video, and processed it.

After processing, although the dark shadow was still unclear, it could be vaguely identified as a man's back.

"This back... it seems somewhat familiar,"

Dongfang Xi murmured, looking at the dark figure.

Because the surveillance cameras outside the deceased's room that could directly monitor him had been destroyed, this video was only captured because a camera monitoring another location was tilted due to an installation problem.

Clearly, this silhouette alone couldn't solve anything. Yet, for some reason, looking at the blurry figure, Shen Ruoxi had a strange feeling of familiarity.

"Destroy this video!"

Shaking her head, unable to recall when she'd seen this figure before, Shen Ruoxi planned to look elsewhere. But just as she stepped out the door, she suddenly issued a strange order.

The officers in the monitoring room exchanged bewildered glances, wondering why their chief, who had just considered this video a breakthrough in the case, now wanted to destroy it.

Having been police officers for so many years, they knew very well what to ask and what not to ask, so they didn't say much and immediately destroyed the video...

Meanwhile, inside the Huancheng Building, in a closed room, four or five men were gathered, discussing something...

A middle-aged man with a large belly said in Japanese, "Yamamoto-kun was killed here, none of us can escape unscathed. In my opinion, we can't pin our hopes on these Chinese policemen. They're better at blackmailing than anyone else, but if we want to solve the case, I think we'll have to wait until our next life!"

"That's right, Yamamoto-kun is a member of the Yamamoto family, and he's even the nephew of the Yamamoto patriarch. Now that he's dead in China, the Yamamoto patriarch will definitely be furious, and we'll all be implicated!"

another Japanese man said.

"That's one point. The most important thing is that the Buddha Bone Relic that Yamamoto brought is also lost. This Buddha Bone Relic is the key to this mission. Without it, how will we complete our mission?"

"In my opinion, we might as well go all out and storm into Tianwei Martial Arts Hall and wipe them out. Anyway, we all know that the thing is in Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, so we're not afraid of not finding it."

"Hmph, Hou Tianguilang, not that I look down on you, but who among you is a match for the head of the Tianwei Martial Arts School? Otherwise, do you think the Yagyu family would retreat so easily? In my opinion, we should send this news back to China as soon as possible. As for our fate, let's just wait and see!"

"No, absolutely not! I have a brilliant idea. In my opinion, we shouldn't send this news back to China first, nor should we attack the Tianwei Martial Arts School. Instead, we should spread the news that the Tianwei Martial Arts School is hiding the Holy Buddha's Grain. Anyway, many people are after the Holy Buddha's Grain. Let's stir up trouble throughout China first, and then we can fish in the shadows!"

"The Chinese have always loved internal strife. I believe that as long as this news spreads, the Tianwei Martial Arts School will immediately become the target of everyone's attacks. Then, we can use the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!"

“That’s right. Unless we find the Holy Buddha’s Relic, none of us will survive. You should know the Yamamoto family’s rules, especially since we are just peripheral members.”

“But Saito-kun, even if we find the Holy Buddha’s Relic, we will also lose the Buddha’s Bone Relic. It seems that nothing has changed. Can we really avoid this disaster?”

“You don’t need to worry about that. I can only tell you that the real Holy Buddha’s Relic is far more complicated than you think. As long as we obtain the Holy Buddha’s Relic this time, we can completely make up for the loss of the Buddha’s Bone Relic…”

Yang Fan naturally didn’t know what had happened at the Huancheng Building, because he was already at Peking University. However, he was also in trouble…

Looking at the crowd blocking the corridor, Yang Fan couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

At first, he thought he had taken the wrong turn, because he remembered that his class had at most fifty people, but now there were hundreds of people gathered in the corridor. It didn’t look like his class at all.

But after he clearly saw the classroom door number and realized he hadn't gone to the wrong place, he turned his attention to the people.

"Excuse me, students, please move aside, I need to get through!"

Yang Fan said politely, offering what

he thought was a very friendly smile. However, for a full half-minute, not a single person moved aside. Instead, they all puffed out their chests and looked at him with hostility.

"Could it be that I offended them sometime ago?"

Yang Fan tried to find Huang Jie in the crowd, because in his memory, Huang Jie was the only person he had offended at Peking University.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find Huang Jie, which made him even more suspicious. Of course, the possibility of Huang Jie being behind it all couldn't be ruled out. But judging from their hostile gazes, they didn't seem to be acting under orders…

"You're Yang Fan?"

Just as Yang Fan was about to ask again, a tall man stepped out from the crowd and looked directly at him.

Seeing him, Yang Fan realized what a real gigolo was. This guy looked a few years older than him, and a bit taller, with black hair, about 1.87 meters tall.

He had fair skin, a straight nose, a tall and upright figure, and eyes as bright as stars. His every move was like a gentle breeze. Wearing a well-tailored white suit, he could only be described as handsome!

He looked very "handsome," but in Yang Fan's eyes, he looked more like a woman. Yang Fan himself was full of heroic spirit, so naturally no one would suspect he was a woman, but this guy was just unpleasant to look at.

Moreover, the way he looked at Yang Fan clearly had a condescending expression, a gaze like that of a high and mighty god looking down on an ant-like human!

"I am... but I don't think I know you?"

Yang Fan asked, slightly frowning, somewhat puzzled. Why were so many strange people approaching him these past few days?

"You don't need to know me, you just need to know that I'm the president of the Peking University Martial Arts Association. I've heard you're quite strong, and I'd like to challenge you on behalf of the entire association,"

the man said arrogantly.

"A challenge?"

Yang Fan retorted.

"That's right, a challenge indeed. I wonder if you dare accept!"

"No interest!"

Rolling his eyelids, Yang Fan was long past the age of impulsive arguments. Although he hadn't actually reached that age, he was quite mature in that regard, unlike his "late bloomer" approach to matters of the heart …

"You don't dare?"

the man continued to provoke.

"Boring!" Leaving those words, Yang Fan didn't say anything more, simply walking past the man's side and towards the crowd blocking his way. The crowd, though wanting to stop him, wisely parted to make way , remembering he could subdue even a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Yang Fan, like an officer inspecting his troops, passed through the clearing without changing his expression, never once glancing at the man. Even after he completely disappeared into the crowd, the "handsome" man kept an eye on him, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his captivating phoenix eyes, making it impossible to fathom his true thoughts. "Brother Hao, what do we do? This kid isn't buying it!" said one of the handsome man's henchmen. "It's alright, he'll accept my challenge sooner or later!" With a charming smile, the handsome man, called Brother Hao, glanced one last time in the direction Yang Fan had disappeared before turning and leaving… Seeing this originally grand spectacle end in such a way, the onlookers finally dispersed, though they were all discussing the matter. They had expected a fierce battle between the school's two most handsome men, but it turned out to be all bark and no bite… At school, besides the monotonous studying, the boys' biggest pastime was gathering to discuss which girl was the prettiest, while the girls discussed which boy was the most handsome. Over time, the terms "school beauty" and "school hunk" naturally spread throughout the school. And the handsome man from before was none other than Wang Tianhao, a former heartthrob of Yan University. Now, there's one more: the Dragon-Slaying Warrior, Yang Fan. These two are the two newly crowned campus heartthrobs… Perhaps Wang Tianhao was just bored, perhaps he felt Yang Fan's appearance threatened his status, or perhaps for some other reason, he actively sought out Yang Fan, wanting to completely crush this "newcomer." That's why the scene just now unfolded. Unfortunately, Yang Fan didn't seem to care at all. Besides Yang Fan's disdain for such pointless competition, the biggest reason was that he was completely unaware that he was already a prominent figure at Peking University! From the moment his reputation as the Dragon-Slaying Warrior spread, his fame grew. Then, his relationship with Gu Feifei became public knowledge, and after today's incident with Dongfang Lan at the school gate, it was destined that he would face challenges from all sides at Peking University! Because whether it's Lin Wan'er, Gu Feifei, or even Dongfang Lan, they are all top beauties at Yanda University. Yet, as soon as Yang Fan appeared, he got entangled with these three beauties. How could people not be envious?

Although they couldn't pluck those three flowers, it didn't mean they wouldn't feel jealous when they saw others taking them. Jealousy breeds anger; anger breeds hostility towards Yang Fan; and hostility makes challenges from Ming Fang unavoidable!

Chapter 73 [Old Li's Eraser]

For all these reasons, Yang Fan was inexplicably dragged into a series of pointless challenges, whether from the "handsome" school heartthrob Wang Tianhao, or from trouble caused by his affairs with three beautiful women. In short, from today onwards, he could no longer keep a low profile at Yanda University! Of

course, if anyone knew his thoughts at this moment, they would definitely point at him and yell, "When have you ever kept a low profile?"

Thinking about it, it makes sense. On his first day at school, he got into a fight with his homeroom teacher, who was also known as the school's "Beauty Tyrannosaurus Rex." Then, he had an affair with Gu Feifei, a beauty of Yanda University's campus belle level…

However, one wave subsided only for another to rise. On his second day at school, he was dragged away from the school gate by a beautiful snake!

In just two days, he had managed to provoke two of the most beautiful and unapproachable female professors at Peking University

. Such astonishing behavior was unprecedented, and likely to remain so. It would be a miracle if such a flamboyant man didn't attract attention. What Yang Fan didn't know was that Wang Tianhao was actually one of Dongfang Lan's most ardent suitors.

Although Dongfang Lan had a bad reputation at Peking University, and Wang Tianhao had suffered many losses at her hands, he didn't give up. Instead, he persisted, like a persistent leech, relentlessly pursuing her.

He even managed to fend off many men rumored to be involved with Dongfang Lan, whether students, teachers, or even people from outside the university. Recently, he had become the only one pursuing her.

However, just when he thought everything was ready to launch his pursuit, Yang Fan suddenly appeared out of nowhere, disappearing with Dongfang Lan for an entire day. Regardless of whether anything happened between them, this was not good news for Wang Tianhao.

So, upon hearing that Yang Fan had reappeared at Yanda University, he immediately gathered his henchmen, intending to teach him a lesson…

Of course, Yang Fan was unaware of these things. Perhaps his exploits were too shocking, as no one in the entire class dared to approach him, leaving him unaware of much of the school's news.

Right now, he was fast asleep on his desk. Based on his experience yesterday, he knew that it was perfectly acceptable to sleep in university classes!

Thinking about it, even in the class taught by their homeroom teacher yesterday, most students were asleep. So, in the class of this old scholar with almost bald hair and glasses thicker than glass, sleeping wouldn't be a problem.

Therefore, less than two minutes into the class, he had already fallen asleep. It wasn't because he was too tired, but because the old scholar had been rambling on and on with classical Chinese phrases, and he simply couldn't understand a word he was saying. Helpless, he could only use it as a lullaby…

The class began, and the first twenty minutes were no different from usual. On the podium, the old scholar was speaking with his usual serious voice, full of passion.

All the students, though nodding and drooping their eyelids, dared not doze off. About twenty minutes passed when a discordant sound suddenly broke the silence.

"Shh... snort... snort... snort..."

A clear snoring sound, accompanied by a blowing sound, came from the back of the classroom. The sound was melodious, with a wonderfully varied pitch, especially the final blow—absolutely top-notch.

Almost simultaneously, everyone's gaze shifted to where Yang Fan was. When they saw him soundly asleep, their admiration was boundless! A genius indeed!

Daring to sleep in even Professor Li's class—simply incredible! In the entire Peking University, if you asked which professor's class you couldn't sleep in, the first would naturally be Tyrannosaurus Rex's, and the second would be Professor Li!

While Professor Li wouldn't get beaten half to death by Tyrannosaurus Rex, his lifelong habit of wiping the blackboard was a unique skill at Peking University!

There's a rumor circulating at Yenching University that Old Scholar Li is the 108th generation descendant of the legendary swordsman, Little Li Flying Dagger. His blackboard erasing skills are said to have mastered the true essence of Little Li's flying dagger technique, reaching a level of unparalleled skill where every strike hits its mark!

Anyone who sleeps in his class has undoubtedly fallen victim to his blackboard erasing prowess. Despite being nearly dead, Old Scholar Li's eyesight and hearing are remarkably sharp. No matter who speaks in his classroom, no matter how soft their voice, nothing escapes his ears, and naturally, nothing escapes his eyes…

Just as Old Scholar Li was getting into the middle of his passionate lecture, a series of "melodious" snoring sounds suddenly rang out. Almost the instant the snoring reached his ears, a glint flashed in his cloudy eyes behind his reading glasses, and in the next instant, his gaze locked firmly onto Yang Fan.

His withered fingers gripped the blackboard eraser on the lectern. He lightly weighed it in his hand, then looked at Yang Fan with a sinister smile…

For many years, ever since the title of "King of Blackboard Erasers" became famous, no one dared to sleep in his class, whether they were senior or junior students, whether they understood the lesson or not. In his class, even if they hadn't slept for three days and three nights, they would still have to keep their eyes wide open.

But now, someone was actually sleeping in his class again, which made Old Scholar Li feel a sense of nostalgia. For many years, whether it was five or ten years, he hadn't made a move!

Weighing the blackboard eraser in his hand, he found that at this moment, his blood seemed to boil. He seemed to feel the excitement emanating from the blackboard eraser in his hand!

It was like a peerless swordsman, after decades of retiring from the trade, once again wielding that treasured sword that had slain all before him, a sword whose very name terrified everyone—that long-lost feeling. In that instant, he seemed to become one with the blackboard eraser, entering the legendary state of "man and eraser as one."

"Whoosh!"

Slightly narrowing his eyes, the moment he felt himself completely merge with the eraser, it instantly slipped from his hands.

At the moment of throwing the eraser, Old Scholar Li even closed his eyes, for at that moment, he had already entered a wondrous state where he didn't need to see; he was the eraser, and the eraser was him!

Moreover, he was 100% confident; as the saying goes, Old Li's eraser never misses; once the eraser is unleashed, who can contend? He had absolute confidence in his skill!

As expected of someone surnamed Li, this Teacher Li gloriously inherited the traditional skills of Little Li's Flying Dagger. Now, he wasn't alone; at this moment, the spirit of Little Li's Flying Dagger possessed him, and the accuracy he displayed caused the blackboard eraser to whistle and trace a beautiful parabola, heading straight for its snoring owner…

"A hidden weapon!"

In his sleep, Yang Fan instinctively felt a sharp, cold wind approaching from afar. Suddenly, there was no sound, but from the fluctuations in the air, he could clearly sense its presence.

Moreover, as an assassin, he was extremely familiar with killing intent. The thing attacking him, while not particularly lethal, still contained a trace of killing intent. Even if it didn't intend to kill him, it was definitely meant to harm him!

In that instant, Yang Fan made what he considered a very reasonable choice. Looking up, he slammed out his right palm, unleashing a powerful gust of air. The "hidden weapon" that was about to strike him was directly repelled by his powerful internal force, flying back in the direction it had come from…

"Crack!"

A sound of a blackboard eraser hitting a cheek rang out, but the target wasn't Yang Fan; it was Li the old scholar who threw it!

"..."

This sudden turn of events not only froze Li the old scholar's smug smile, but also sent his reading glasses flying off his nose. Moreover, a mark resembling a shoe sole appeared on his wrinkled face, surrounded by a lot of "makeup"...

Under his own blackboard eraser, Li the old scholar had transformed into a painted-face female character from Peking Opera!

Endure!

Endure! Endure!

Endure! Endure! Endure!

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, the entire class, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times, burst into laughter simultaneously. Boys and girls alike laughed without restraint; some even lay on their desks laughing, while others clutched their stomachs in disbelief.

As for some of the girls, their chests heaved with laughter. Although they weren't exactly beauties, the sight of their ample bosoms still made countless men drool. Fortunately, this was an opportunity to openly grope them!

Just now, they only saw the blackboard eraser about to hit Yang Fan when he swung it back, sending it flying back and hitting Old Scholar Li in the face. Although they didn't know why this happened, seeing Old Scholar Li like this, they forgot to think about the bizarre scene and just kept laughing.

However, the most shocked was Yang Fan himself!

Looking at Old Scholar Li, who had been hit by the blackboard eraser, he felt a chill run down his spine. Although he didn't like the other man's teaching style, he was still his teacher, an elder. But now, this elder had been slapped by him, and right in the face!

"Um... Teacher Li, I... I didn't mean to!"

After thinking for a long time, Yang Fan didn't know how to explain, and could only stammer.

Hearing Yang Fan speak, the students who had been laughing immediately quieted down, showing his high regard among them. However, they were all watching Old Scholar Li, wanting to see how he planned to handle the situation.

"Excuse me, is Yang Fan here?"

Just then, a very inappropriate voice suddenly came from outside the door...

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