Li Ru raised his arm and swore to the sky, "Doctor Chen… Doctor Chen, if I have even half a lie to you, may I die a terrible death, be struck by lightning, and be run over by a car the moment I step outside!"
It had to be said, Li Ru's oath was quite severe.
Chen Fan nodded, "Alright…"
Li Ru cautiously asked again, "Then… what about Rou'er's condition?"
Chen Fan replied, "There are no more problems. She'll be fine after resting for a few days!"
"Thank you…" Li Ru's myriad words condensed into these two, and his body went limp as he knelt on the ground to perform a deep bow.
Seeing this, Chen Fan quickly helped him up.
"This is serious!"
Then, Li Ru presented a golden bank card with both hands.
"You must accept this money!"
Chen Fan needed money at the moment, so he didn't refuse and accepted it directly.
Wang Nanfeng was truly impressed by this, his admiration for Chen Fan growing even greater. To possess such extraordinary abilities at such a young age.
It seemed that befriending Chen Fan was the wisest decision he had ever made.
Meanwhile, all these scenes were witnessed by An Ye. She muttered to herself, "Hmph… Chen Fan, let me tell you, you're just like the Monkey King. You'll never escape my grasp as the Buddha."
…
Night fell.
An Ye was in Chen Fan's rented apartment, learning to wield a wok.
She was preparing to cater to Chen Fan's stomach.
Who would have thought that reality would be so harsh? No matter how she practiced, something was lacking, as if she were naturally devoid of this skill.
Just as she was unable to open her eyes due to the hot oil splashing onto her, several figures appeared at the doorway.
These people moved silently, like phantoms.
That's right, the arrivals were An Long and his entourage.
"The dignified Queen of the Dark Night, actually wielding a wok, is quite amusing!"
An Long spoke slowly, his tone filled with mockery.
An Ye was very familiar with An Long's voice. Without hesitation, she hurled the oil wok she was holding.
The hot oil flew out.
The next second, An Long threw out the First Black Robed Enforcer he controlled, splashing the scalding hot oil directly onto the enforcer.
Smoke sizzled, accompanied by screams like a slaughtered pig.
"Ahhh…"
"An Long, you son of a bitch!"
An Long waved his hand, a cold sneer on his face, "Blame your respected Queen, not me!"
Sarcasm and ridicule.
"You…"
An Ye stared at An Long with a deep gaze and called out, "Enough with the useless nonsense, just do it!"
An Long paused before saying, "I want you to cripple yourself!"
An Ye retorted coldly, "I'm sorry, that joke isn't funny at all!"
An Long continued, "An Ye, you have no chance of winning, so why bother? Why not cripple yourself? It'll be better for everyone!"
"It'll save us brothers a lot of trouble!"
"I think you're talking nonsense…" An Ye spat coldly, her aura fierce, her eyes as sharp as knives.
The First Black Robed Enforcer said miserably, "Your Majesty, you should retreat! These people like An Long are ambitious and will do anything!"
"Hurry and retreat!"
An Ye glanced coldly at the First Black Robed Enforcer, who dared not speak another word.
An Long waved his hand, "Since you're so ignorant of your fate, there's nothing more to say. Kill her directly!"
"Yes!"
Five black-robed enforcers stepped out in unison, their auras magnificent, as if they could push back all enemies in the world.
An Ye met them, shaking her arms and preparing to fight…