Inside the room.
Chu Fan sensed the pressure from outside, shook his arm, and said disdainfully to Chu Qingtian, "Your confidence rests on him?"
"Do you think he can stop me?"
Chu Qingtian smiled faintly.
"He is just one person; if I wish, more will arrive instantly!"
After a pause, he said earnestly, "Xiao Fan, I beg you, please stop investigating!"
"The truth of the matter is not what you think!"
Chu Fan's face turned cold. "You want me to stop investigating? Then tell me what the truth is!"
"If you tell me, I can consider it!"
In the back of these events, Chu Fan had long sensed something was hidden.
He had considered the possibility: with Chu Qingtian's current standing in the Dragon God Kingdom, could he not protect his mother, just one woman?
Clearly possessing such power, yet he hadn't acted, allowing outsiders to target his mother and taking no action against those involved in the assassination attempts.
Was this the behavior of a husband and a man?
Because of this, Chu Fan had pondered a great deal.
After much thought, he concluded that Chu Qingtian's inaction was either due to unwillingness or because he was powerless, unable to act.
Seeing him in person now, he realized the latter was the reason.
Chu Fan was very curious about the truth.
Chu Qingtian was a man at the pinnacle of the Dragon God Kingdom, capable of mobilizing eighth-rank Grandmasters for protection, yet he couldn't protect his mother or find her?
Facing Chu Fan's gaze, Chu Qingtian shook his head and explained, "You are not yet ready to know the truth of the matter!"
"The truth involves a great secret, not something everyone can comprehend!"
"Heh!"
Chu Fan couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
"All that talk is just nonsense!"
"Chu Qingtian, I'm telling you clearly: either you tell me the truth, and I'll decide whether to continue investigating!"
"Or get out immediately, disappear from my sight, and don't preach to me; you are not worthy."
Being spoken to like this by his son, Chu Qingtian's face showed pain.
But soon, the pain on his face was replaced by a resolute expression. He straightened his back and said, "Xiao Fan, if you insist on proceeding, you cannot blame me!"
"Get lost!"
Chu Fan's low roar was uttered; he truly had no desire to waste words with the man he least wanted to see.
The invisible pressure forced Chu Qingtian to stumble backward, and the door of the Treasure Pavilion slammed open automatically. The old man in plain clothes stood at the doorway, staring intently at Chu Fan.
Hummm…
Everything in the room trembled.
"Old Gu, stop!"
Chu Qingtian quickly raised his hand toward the old man at the door.
After all, the young man before him was, in the end, his son.
Chu Qingtian knew very well how much he owed him. Even if Chu Fan were to slap him a few times, he wouldn't feel it was too much, let alone just a pressure of aura.
Old Gu turned around coldly, flashed, and returned to stand beside the car.
Chu Fan said no more, sitting back down on the lounge chair and closing his eyes.
Having said all that, there was no point in continuing the conversation. Chu Qingtian looked at Chu Fan with a complex expression for a few seconds, then turned and left the Treasure Pavilion.
"Whoosh…"
The pressure dissipated, and Cui Fu let out a sigh of relief.
Just now, when Old Gu suddenly appeared at the door of the Treasure Pavilion, his heart had truly leaped into his throat.
At that moment, though he felt heartache for the valuable items in the room that might be damaged in a fight, he was even more worried about Chu Fan getting injured in a confrontation.
He himself had underlying issues; engaging in combat with someone of similar strength would easily put him at a disadvantage. Fortunately, his condition had not completely worsened.
Returning inside, Cui Fu glanced at Chu Fan, who had his eyes closed, and shook his head helplessly, saying nothing.
Although he hadn't heard what the two discussed inside, as someone with experience, coupled with Chu Qingtian's expression, Cui Fu deduced the nature of their relationship.
When a son confronts his father, or a father confronts his son, neither would feel good about it.
Fu Piaoyao intended to approach Chu Fan but was stopped by Cui Fu's cough. He then winked at her, signaling her to play on her own.
Knowing that Chu Fan was in a very bad mood, why would she go and chatter, asking for trouble?
The highest-floor hotel in Nanyun City.
Chu Qingtian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the night view of Nanyun City.
"Sir, here is the information you requested!"
The man who had initially gone to find Chu Fan and was subsequently dealt with handed a stack of documents to Chu Qingtian.
As Chu Qingtian was about to move, the man quickly brought over a chair for him to sit down.
After reading the documents, he said coldly, "Keep an eye on them. They will act as soon as I give the order!"
The man immediately nodded and went to handle it.
Chu Qingtian leaned back in his chair, gazing at the desk lamp, and murmured to himself, "Isn't it better to behave yourself?"
"Why must you force my hand?"
"Xiao Fan, please, don't force me."
These words were destined to be heard only by himself.
…
Under normal circumstances, Chu Fan would not spend the night at the Treasure Pavilion.
However, after Chu Qingtian left, he lay on the lounge chair as if asleep, remaining motionless.
Cui Fu and Fu Piaoyao, among others, were sensible enough not to disturb him, allowing him to ponder in solitude.
Morning.
A phone call caused Chu Fan to open his eyes.
Seeing that it was Ji Ningyue calling, Chu Fan pressed the answer button.
"Are you sure?"
The cold inquiry caused the temperature in the room to drop by several degrees.
"Give me the location!"
As soon as the call ended, an address was sent to Chu Fan's phone.
Seeing Chu Fan get up, clearly intending to go out, Fu Piaoyao, who was having breakfast, also quickly got up, ready to follow.
"Stay here!"
Fu Piaoyao, who was already about to step forward, was startled into immobility by Chu Fan's words and didn't recover until he left the Treasure Pavilion.
"Such powerful killing intent!"
"He's going to kill someone!"
Cui Fu gazed out the door, his expression complex. He knew that the person Chu Fan was going to kill was likely closely related to Chu Qingtian, who had visited last night.
On Yongle Commercial Street in Nanyun City, Chu Fan alighted from a taxi, glanced up, and walked toward a building not far away.
After entering the building, Chu Fan took the elevator to the eighteenth floor.
In the corridor, a man dressed as a renovation worker was busy. Chu Fan walked directly to his side.
The renovation worker, seeing Chu Fan, asked with a smile, "Young man, is there something you need?"
"Please stand further away, be careful not to get hurt!"
Whoosh…
The sound of breaking air echoed. Chu Fan struck without warning, slapping the renovation worker on the head.
The renovation worker's entire body trembled, and blood began to flow from his eyes, nose, and other places.
When Chu Fan released his hand, the renovation worker lay limply on the ground, his widened eyes filled with unwillingness and confusion. To his death, he never knew why Chu Fan had suddenly attacked him.
The killing was merely the beginning.
Not a single martial artist hidden on the floor managed to escape the Demon God's wrath.
After all the martial artists were killed, Chu Qingtian, who was at the hotel, also learned of the matter.
With a somber expression, Chu Qingtian said to the old man in plain clothes, who always maintained a single expression, "Old Gu, it seems I'll have to ask you to act!"