On the sticky note was a scarlet wolf's fang, one that looked as if it were dripping with blood!
Memories began to surge through Zhou Fan's mind like a tidal wave.
Wolf Fang, one of Huaxia's three elite, clandestine squads that operated internationally. They were incredibly powerful, possessed immense combat strength, and their teamwork was seamless.
Wolf Fang's captain, Fan, was a formidable figure in his own right. His international reputation was every bit as fearsome as Zhou Fan's.
Zhou Fan had run into the Wolf Fang Squad once before. He had also been on a mission at the time and happened to come across them while they were surrounded by enemies. Seeing that they were fellow countrymen from Huaxia, he had lent them a hand.
Now, with the Wolf Fang symbol appearing before him, it was clearly a message: they already knew what happened last night.
"I wonder who from Wolf Fang is in Nanjiang City. If it's that guy Fan, maybe I can use this to squeeze him for something!" Zhou Fan muttered under his breath. He casually tore the note off, tossed it in the trash, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.
At lunchtime, Zhou Fan went straight to the parking garage, where he and Chu Yan left to meet Zhang Long.
"I told my grandfather what happened last night."
Chu Yan said softly as she drove. As if sensing Zhou Fan's potential doubts, she added, "I didn't tell him they were sent by Chu Yifeng. I don't think we should tell Grandpa the truth for now. I'm afraid the anger would be bad for his health."
"My wife thinks of everything!" Zhou Fan offered a quick compliment, but internally, he wasn't concerned. 'Now that Wolf Fang knows about it, they'll definitely handle it.'
"Younger Brother Zhou, you're finally here! I've been waiting so anxiously!"
The moment Zhou Fan and Chu Yan got out of the car, Zhang Long was there to greet them personally, his face a mask of impatience. An uninformed observer might have thought the man was waiting for his lover.
"President Zhang, it's been a while. Since the business we're discussing today is rather significant, I decided to come personally as a sign of respect. I trust you don't mind?"
Chu Yan smiled and slowly extended her hand, her demeanor poised and confident.
"Of course not! President Chu, you're a very busy woman. That you could find the time to come see me is truly my honor!"
Zhang Long replied with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He ignored Chu Yan's outstretched hand and instead made an inviting gesture toward Zhou Fan.
Once they were in the office that had been prepared for them, Zhang Long brought out the medicinal herbs.
"President Zhang, just have a seat."
Limping, Zhou Fan approached the desk and looked at the assortment of herbs laid out. He motioned for Chu Yan to come closer. Seeing that Zhang Long's eyes were shut tight, he grabbed a handful of the most valuable herbs and stuffed them all into Chu Yan's handbag.
Chu Yan's jaw dropped in astonishment. 'What is he doing?'
'Come on, even if we aren't as rich as Zhang Long, we don't have to stoop to this!'
Chu Yan shot Zhou Fan a very strange look.
'Anyone who runs into this guy is bound to get the short end of the stick if they're not careful.'
'Good thing… good thing he's my husband now, even if he does love to take advantage of every situation.'
The poison from the Yang-breaking Powder was actually simple to treat compared to the Gu-poison Chu Tianxiang had suffered from. Zhou Fan had only made it sound so serious because he wanted to fleece Zhang Long.
He waved his hand, motioning for Chu Yan to stand back. Then, he took a silver needle and with a swift, precise, and forceful motion, inserted it into Zhang Long's left temple.
Since it was a simple procedure, Zhou Fan didn't bother using his Qi to guide the needle. That would have been a waste.
About five minutes later, Zhang Long looked like a porcupine. Zhou Fan had inserted a total of twenty-three silver needles into him.
Watching this, Chu Yan grimaced. 'Doesn't that hurt?' she thought.
"Phew," Zhou Fan exhaled. "President Zhang, just rest for a few minutes, then I'll take the needles out and you'll be all set. In fact, you should already be able to feel a change in your body."
Putting on a show of exhaustion, Zhou Fan collapsed into a chair, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.
"I won't lie, Younger Brother, the feeling is intense! Hahaha!" Zhang Long laughed heartily. He bent down, retrieved an antique wooden box from a nearby cabinet, and presented it to Zhou Fan with both hands.
"The hundred-year-old Three Immortals Grass. See? I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Zhang Long looked extremely proud. It was no exaggeration to say that in all of Nanjiang City, there were no more than five people who could procure this hundred-year-old Three Immortals Grass from that particular source, and he was one of them.
"Thanks, President Zhang. You two go ahead and sign the contract. I'm getting a little impatient myself."
Zhou Fan opened the box, took out the Three Immortals Grass, and swallowed it in a single gulp. The sight nearly made Zhang Long faint.
He wasn't sure exactly how ferocious the medicinal power of the Three Immortals Grass was or what its specific effects were, but he knew one thing: if an ordinary person so much as soaked it in water and drank that water, they might not be able to handle the potency.
'This Zhou Fan guy isn't going to drop dead right here in my office, is he?'