"Brother? Who the hell do you think you are, calling me brother?" Zhou Fan raised an eyebrow, his face a mask of untamable arrogance. "Of course, for the sake of that one million, if you're willing to kneel and call me 'daddy,' I might consider giving you a quick death!"
"Don't make this harder than it has to be. I was willing to do this the easy way because I respect your skills and wanted to make a friend. Otherwise, you'd already be on your knees begging for mercy!" Scarface's expression darkened in an instant as he raised his blade and pointed it at Zhou Fan.
"Are you a fucking moron? I said you aren't worthy of being my friend. Got it?" Zhou Fan said impatiently. He raised his hand in front of everyone, curled his fingers, and left only his middle one extended, aimed straight at Scarface.
"Damn it, you're asking to die!"
Scarface flew into a rage. To be humiliated like this in front of so many of his men was a complete loss of face. With a curse, he swung his blade and charged forward, his underlings right behind him.
Zhou Fan remained completely unfazed. He met their charge, taking a single step forward. His left hand shot up, grabbing one man's wrist, while his right fist flew out.
One punch. It was only one punch, but it was enough to knock the man unconscious. Zhou Fan used the momentum to swing him into another goon, sending them both crashing to the ground.
Zhou Fan was like a fierce tiger descending from the mountains. In a flash, he had taken out two of them.
But this was only the beginning.
BANG!
BANG! BANG!
Every swing of his fist was accompanied by another man hitting the ground.
In less than two minutes, not a single person other than Zhou Fan was left standing—including the previously arrogant Scarface.
"Is that all?" Zhou Fan scanned the scene, a wildly arrogant smirk playing on his lips.
Chu Yan, who had been watching intently, gripped the steering wheel. She had already decided that if things went south, she would drive straight into the fray. Even if it meant facing legal trouble, she couldn't let the man protecting her be harmed.
"Yes!"
Seeing this, even the composed Chu Yan couldn't help but cheer. She threw open the car door and ran toward Zhou Fan.
'I've never seen him look so handsome!' She wanted to give Zhou Fan a great big hug.
"Honey, you were amazing!"
She threw herself into Zhou Fan's arms, wrapping her own tightly around his neck. Her lovely face, still pale from the shock, was now filled with delight and excitement.
Suddenly, Chu Yan felt the world spin. There was a dull thud, and she found herself on Zhou Fan's back. In front of them was Scarface, who had just been on the ground.
He was holding a dagger, and its blade was buried almost to the hilt in Zhou Fan's thigh.
"Kid, you've gotta be ruthless to make it in this world! Go to hell!"
Scarface's face was a savage mask as he ground out the words. He yanked the dagger out and lunged for Zhou Fan's chest again.
"Close your eyes!"
Despite being stabbed, Zhou Fan's voice was unchanged. He whispered the instruction to Chu Yan as a scarlet light flashed in his eyes. His right hand shot out and clamped down on Scarface's neck.
CRACK!
His neck snapped.
"You all deserved to die. I didn't want to kill you."
Zhou Fan's voice was ice-cold, as if it came from the depths of the Nine Nether Purgatory, making the other downed men shiver involuntarily.
The next moment, Zhou Fan moved. Murderous intent surged in his eyes. A short while later, not a single one of them was left alive.
Glancing at the gruesome scene outside the car, Chu Yan fought to keep from making a sound. Her beautiful eyes were fixed, unblinking, on Zhou Fan's resolute face. Unconsciously, tears began to stream down her cheeks.
"Don't cry. It's over now."
Zhou Fan thought she was frightened and comforted her in a gentle voice.
"But you're bleeding!"
Chu Yan couldn't hold it in any longer and began to sob quietly. Ignoring any sense of propriety, her hands tried to cover the bleeding wound on Zhou Fan's thigh.
But no matter how hard she pressed, the blood just kept flowing...
Back at Chu Yan's villa, she frantically rummaged around until she found a first-aid kit. Fumbling, she worked to stop the bleeding, disinfect the wound, and bandage it.
"Don't worry. I'll figure out a way to handle what happened. No matter what, I won't let anything happen to you!" After she finished bandaging the wound, Chu Yan saw Zhou Fan looking at her, seeming to hesitate before speaking. She assumed he was worried about the killings and made a solemn vow.
"Darling, you're so beautiful. I want to hold you."
Zhou Fan's eyes were filled with tenderness as he slowly opened his arms.
"Okay then, just... just a quick hug."
Chu Yan really wanted to refuse, especially since Zhou Fan was only wearing a pair of shorts, but the thought that he had been injured taking a knife for her made her blush and nod.
The next moment, Zhou Fan pulled her shyly into his embrace. Her small hands wrapped around his neck, and as her cheek felt the warmth of his chest and the powerful beating of his heart, the corners of her mouth curved into a blissful smile.
"Hey! You're injured, and you're still not behaving!"
Suddenly, Chu Yan broke free in a flustered huff, glaring at Zhou Fan with her cheeks puffed out. Her beautiful eyes, however, kept darting downward.
"Hey, I'm being framed! Darling, you're so beautiful and your body is so perfect... this is just a normal... reaction. You can't blame me!" As he spoke, he didn't wait for her consent, pulling her back into a forceful embrace and looking directly into her eyes.
The two of them locked eyes, and the air was thick with the intoxicating scent of new love.
The way Zhou Fan looked at Chu Yan was especially intense, a smoldering gaze that seemed to physically connect them.
Seeing that look of deep affection in his eyes and feeling the heat radiating from his chest, Chu Yan shyly closed her eyes. Her eyelashes trembled, as if she knew what was coming next—and was waiting for it.
Zhou Fan slid his left arm under Chu Yan's legs, lifting her up. He walked toward the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. Looking down at Chu Yan's flushed face, he couldn't resist pouncing on her...