"It's quite significant!"
Hong Batian nodded, his eyes blazing with heat. kan shu wu .xia
From the killing intent alone, it was clear this person was worth his personal attention.
It had been a long time since he had encountered someone who interested him.
Hong Batian also wanted to flex his muscles, to discipline those stirring up trouble in Shanhai City and let them know he wasn't old yet, and that the underground domain of Shanhai City was not for them to trespass.
He strode into the bar.
Facing a scene like a graveyard, even though Hong Batian had weathered many storms, his hands involuntarily clenched slightly.
"I heard you want to settle accounts with me?"
Hong Batian narrowed his eyes, staring at Chu Fan, trying to recall any past connection with this person.
"Not yet. I called you here today to remind you to prepare a coffin first!"
His words were plain yet carried an overbearing dominance.
Hong Batian chuckled, "On your own?"
"Yes, on my own!"
"I'll give you three days to prepare. Three days from now, I will personally come to settle accounts with you!"
"During these three days, you can gather all the forces you can muster to the best of your ability!"
As he finished speaking, a figure flew before Hong Batian. It was Hong Kun, who was barely clinging to life.
Seeing his son looking like a dead man, Hong Batian clenched his fists tightly.
"No!"
The old man in plain clothes suddenly reached out, blocking Hong Batian.
"You are no match for him!"
"This person, though not a Grandmaster, has definitely touched the threshold of Grandmastery!"
The old man's reminder was something Hong Batian had to heed.
He narrowed his eyes, staring at Chu Fan, extremely surprised that someone so young possessed such strength.
A wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him.
Hong Batian, though infamous, was not a reckless man.
He had come in a hurry today, and if he couldn't deal with this person in a one-on-one fight, his position as the underground emperor of Shanhai City would be unstable. kan dal.
Since the other party was so confident, he would oblige.
"Alright, I'll wait for you in three days!"
"If you dare not come, I will..."
"Don't worry, there's nowhere in this world I dare not go. You should be worried about yourself!"
Chu Fan's expression remained exceedingly calm throughout.
Hong Batian snorted, bent down, grabbed the half-dead Hong Kun, and turned to leave.
The old man in plain clothes glanced at Chu Fan, curious about where this person came from and why he hadn't heard of such a figure in the underworld before.
Touching the threshold of Grandmastery in his early twenties, his talent was unimaginable.
Such a person shouldn't be unknown; he should have become famous long ago.
Little did they know, what were Grandmasters in Chu Fan's eyes?
One Grandmaster comes, one is killed; a nest of Grandmasters comes, a nest is wiped out.
He hadn't let Hong Batian become a corpse under his feet today for another reason.
Qinglong was secretly investigating the whereabouts of his mother and the conspiracy against her.
According to the progress, certain people in the Dragon God Kingdom did not want him to investigate and were obstructing him.
He needed to shake the mountains to move the tigers.
He wanted to inform those hidden in the Eastern Dragon God Kingdom that the investigation was imperative, and if they wanted to obstruct it, they had better prepare their coffins.
Since it was a move to shake the mountains, how could a small commotion suffice?
The three-day appointment spread quickly.
Many people investigated Chu Fan, wanting to know where he came from and how he dared to be so bold.
Some were puzzled: Hong Batian, who claimed to be the underground emperor of Shanhai City, had his son beaten half to death. Facing such provocation, how could he agree to the appointment?
Wouldn't the most normal course of action be to make him disappear?
Wan Shu Mountain Villa.
Nan Zi'an, who had been closely monitoring the movements of Tiancheng Yihao, was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his phone screen upon learning that Chu Fan was not only alive but had also agreed to a showdown with Hong Batian in three days.
He couldn't believe this fact and quickly called to confirm.
Upon receiving the confirmed result, he rushed upstairs to deliver the news to his wife, who was anxiously making phone calls.
"Xue Mei, it's okay, Chu Fan is fine!"
Qin Xue's haggard face lit up with joy, and she tightly grasped her husband's arm.
"Really, An Ge? Xiao Fan is really fine? You're not just saying that to comfort me, are you?"
Having beaten Hong Batian's son and being surrounded by so many thugs, it was hard to believe he was unharmed.
"He's really fine!"
"However, he's agreed to a duel with Hong Batian in three days!"
"Ah..."
Qin Xue's emotions were like a roller coaster.
Still, she felt some relief that he was alive for now.
Three days, there was still room to maneuver.
The Nan family, Nan Xiuming, disregarding the time, convened another family meeting, but Qin Xue was excluded from this meeting.
"To provoke Hong Batian, is he tired of living?"
"Sever ties! Sever ties within three days!"
"Some say Hong Batian agreed to the three-day duel as a warning to others. If we don't sever ties, the Nan family will inevitably be implicated."
...
All members of the Nan family were of the same opinion, their attention focused on Nan Zi'an, urging him to distance himself from Qin Xue.
Facing the coercion of his own family, Nan Zi'an wished he were dead.
One could not have both fish and bear's paw.
On one side was his wife, and on the other was his family.
Early morning.
Nan Baixuan groggily got out of bed and went downstairs. The moment she opened the door, she bumped into Chu Fan, who was just returning.
"Ghost!"
"Don't blame me, I didn't intentionally leave you behind, don't come looking for me!"
Subconsciously believing that Chu Fan would not escape death, Nan Baixuan mistook the person before her for a vengeful spirit.
Chu Fan rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with his terrified cousin, and entered the house from the side to sit down.
"Xiao Fan!"
Qin Xue, who hadn't slept all night, heard the commotion and rushed downstairs.
Seeing that Chu Fan was unharmed, her heart finally eased.
"Xiao Fan, didn't you promise Auntie that you wouldn't trouble Hong Batian?"
Looking at her aunt's haggard face, Chu Fan felt a pang of guilt and explained with a smile, "Auntie, I didn't go looking for him; he came looking for me."
What's done is done.
Arguing about who looked for whom was meaningless.
Qin Xue took out a card and handed it to Chu Fan.
"Xiao Fan, there are five billion in this card, enough for you to find a place to live for the rest of your life."
"Since there's still time, hurry up and leave Shanhai City!"
"We can't afford to provoke Hong Batian!"
Originally, Qin Xue had placed her hope on Chu Qingtian.
However, her hundreds of phone calls went unanswered.
Chu Fan waved his hand and made his aunt sit on the sofa, comforting her, "Auntie, don't worry. Hong Batian is nothing, he's a mere nobody."
"You, you're not a ghost, you, you're not dead?"
Nan Baixuan's eyes were still filled with fear, finding it hard to imagine that Chu Fan, after being surrounded by so many people, was not only alive but also unscathed.
"Xuanxuan, what are you saying?"
Qin Xue glared at her daughter.
Just then.
A commotion erupted outside the villa. Nan Ziyun and other core members of the Nan family began to enter one after another.
Having not slept all night, Nan Zi'an, with a face full of worry and vacant eyes, followed at the end of the procession.
Seeing that only core members of the Nan family were present, Qin Xue realized what they were about to do, and her already unpleasant expression turned even uglier.
"Zi'an, are you going to say it, or should we say it for you?"
Nan Ziyun said with a smile, looking at his brother.
Under the gaze of everyone, Nan Zi'an stepped forward, facing Qin Xue, hesitating to speak.
Having guessed their intentions, Qin Xue said calmly, "An Ge, whatever you have to say, say it. I'm ready!"
Nan Zi'an's face was filled with pain, still unable to utter the words.
The atmosphere in the room was heavy.
Nan Ziyun stepped forward.
"After our discussion, you will divorce Zi'an. We will allow you to take one hundred million as living expenses, and Yuxue Pharmaceuticals will belong to the Nan family."
Qin Xue clenched her fists tightly.
She stared at Nan Zi'an, "An Ge, is this what you think too?"