"My goodness, there's even a hidden weapon on this shoehorn! You really are a dangerous woman!" Chen Fan grumbled.
With a strong tug, he yanked An Ye to the ground. She landed in a split, her long legs suddenly showing a snagged and torn stocking.
As An Ye prepared to attack again, Chen Fan signaled her with his eyes, calmly saying, "Little sister, look at your stocking. It's torn, and you're still planning to fight?"
"Logically speaking, for someone as proud as you, you shouldn't be attacking anymore, right?"
He was provoking An Ye.
An Ye looked down, finally noticing her torn stocking. A surge of unprecedented anger welled up inside her. Ahhh... a silent roar of fury, she was simply unwilling to accept this!
But reality was a harsh mistress. Chen Fan was too powerful, so powerful that her late-stage Hua Jing cultivation felt like a mere decoration. He truly lived up to his reputation as a young Hua Jing expert.
An Ye rose, not speaking, but fixing Chen Fan with a lingering gaze. Her expression held a hint of a wronged woman.
Seeing this, Chen Fan didn't waste any more words and headed back to his rented room. He thought that by defeating An Ye, her organization wouldn't bother him anymore.
But the next second, he was wrong. An Ye chased after him again.
Chen Fan pouted helplessly, "What? Do you want to fight again?"
An Ye said coldly, "I'm no match for you, so why would I fight?"
Chen Fan muttered to himself, "At least you're sensible." Then, "Oh... and then?"
An Ye snorted coldly, "You injured me, shouldn't you apply some medicine?"
Chen Fan's mind was jolted. Was this woman using a honey trap?
"Don't think I won't hit you just because you're a woman!" Chen Fan warned.
An Ye replied, "You know I pose no threat to you now. If you want to attack, just do it quickly!"
Chen Fan finally understood. This was a classic honey trap. "Heh... ridiculous!"
And so, the two entered the rented room.
The An Ye members outside were all stunned, speechless with shock. Damn it... today was truly an eye-opener for them!
Inside the room, An Ye sat down in a chair, deliberately crossing her long legs, a hint of allure added to her cold eyes.
Chen Fan was also speechless. "I already told you, honey traps don't work on me!"
An Ye remained silent, instead posing in captivating ways, seemingly lost in her own allure. To be honest, she was very confident in her appearance and figure.
"Muggle..." Chen Fan muttered.
He sat on the bed, cross-legged, meditating, and completely ignored An Ye.
After being ignored multiple times throughout the night, An Ye grew frustrated. Was this guy truly a monk? She glanced at Chen Fan. Seeing no reaction, she resorted to her final tactic. She rubbed her thumb against her little finger twice, releasing a colorless and odorless white powder. At that moment, An Ye's lips curved upwards, a triumphant smile appearing on her face. She thought to herself, Chen Fan, you planned for everything, but you never expected me to use poison! Hmph... as long as you breathe, you'll be poisoned by me! Haha! An Ye laughed inwardly, already picturing Chen Fan being pinned to the ground and thoroughly tormented by her!
Ten minutes later, Chen Fan felt his body go weak. Something was wrong. He frowned, wondering what was happening. Why was he suddenly feeling dizzy and seeing stars?