Meanwhile, inside the business car…
Yu Xiaotong, feeling indignant on behalf of Li Qingmei, scoffed, "Sister, this Chen Fan is really ungrateful. If it doesn't work out, should we find someone to give him a good beating!"
Li Qingmei felt a slight headache and rubbed her temples. "Alright Xiaotong, I'll handle this myself!"
"But..."
Li Qingmei interrupted, "Enough, no more 'buts'!"
Her tone allowed no room for argument.
Yu Xiaotong had no choice but to fall silent.
Shortly after Li Qingmei left, Xia Bingqing's call came to Chen Fan's phone.
Chen Fan answered.
Xia Bingqing said, "Chen Fan, Director Li from Qingmei Group is looking for you. Don't let me down!"
Chen Fan casually replied, "I've already dealt with her!"
Xia Bingqing was taken aback. "Ah?"
Chen Fan, not wanting to elaborate, hung up the phone.
This left Xia Bingqing feeling both annoyed and helpless, and she muttered, "Chen Fan, you bastard!"
…
Time passed into the evening.
Chen Fan returned to the underground market.
Not long after his arrival, he was noticed by the "Three Ghosts" whom he had previously beaten… As the saying goes, when enemies meet, their eyes burn with hatred. The Three Ghosts immediately fixed their gaze on Chen Fan.
Second Ghost and Third Ghost spoke in unison, "Boss, that guy really came back. What should we do next? Should we make a move?"
Big Ghost narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Don't rush. Wait until there are no people around!"
Soon, he pulled out a dark handgun from behind him. Under the light, it reflected an unprecedented cold gleam.
"I don't believe he can be more formidable than a gun!"
"Hahaha!"
The Three Ghosts chuckled with triumph, their expressions turning ferocious.
Chen Fan was in the underground market, hoping to find some old medicinal herbs. After browsing for a while, he realized that most of the good ones had been picked up during his previous visit. What remained were a motley assortment of old herbs, of seemingly poor quality, so he wasn't interested.
After another round of searching, he shook his head…
He walked out of the market.
As he was about to leave, Second Ghost and Third Ghost leaped out from the darkness.
With manic smiles on their faces, they believed Chen Fan would be crippled, if not killed, today.
"Little punk, didn't expect us to meet again so soon!"
"Hope you've been well!"
"Damn it..."
Chen Fan thought it was someone else, but it turned out to be them. He rubbed his temples, sighing with weariness, "Again?"
"Was that night in vain?"
Second Ghost and Third Ghost roared ferociously, "Heh… we'll see if you can still laugh later!"
Then, Big Ghost emerged from behind, holding the gun.
The dark muzzle looked particularly menacing, like the mouth of a demon.
Chen Fan now understood their confidence.
He didn't pay them much mind.
"So that's how it is…"
Big Ghost coldly stated, "Kid, let's see what you can do to fight us this time!"
"Kneel down!"
"If you kneel, we might spare your life!"
"Haha, exactly…"
Second Ghost and Third Ghost laughed triumphantly, spreading their legs and bending slightly. "Come on… first, perform a dog crawl for us, crawl between our legs!"
"Quickly…"
"If you don't obey, we'll blow your head off later!"
Chen Fan looked at them as if they were fools, truly lacking in intelligence.
"Idiots…"
What? He still dared to insult them?
Was he tired of living?
Couldn't he see they had a gun?
Big Ghost said coldly, "You truly don't know death or understand propriety. Can't you see what this is?"
"Having a gun makes you amazing?"