Chapter 742
The man in workwear was rendered speechless by Mr. Fan’s remark, feigning calmness as he lit a cigarette.
Yang Fan watched in astonishment as the man barely took a light puff, and the cigarette instantly shortened by a third, as if someone had pressed a fast-forward button.
Was this some kind of special ability?
"Mr. Fan, there’s no need to get so worked up. It’s really just that we’re short of manpower and forced into this situation. You’re not stepping in yourself, but this matter needs resolving, so we had no choice but to take such drastic measures," the man in workwear said earnestly.
"Drastic measures? So you don’t care about my or my disciple’s safety and directly resort to using artillery to raze the ground?" Mr. Fan snorted coldly. "Besides, am I really not stepping in? Are you out of your mind or have you lost your memory?"
"No, no, that’s not what I meant at all," the man said hurriedly. "Without your investigation, we wouldn’t have been able to deal with that thing. What I meant was, you didn’t plan to completely solve that menace, so we had no choice but to do this. We truly had no other options. If there were, would I dare to toss artillery shells toward your head, Mr. Fan?"
"Cut the nonsense. Do I look like someone capable of completely solving that menace?" Mr. Fan shouted.
"Well, for you it’s not..." The man glanced at Yang Fan and silently changed the subject. "Although it might indeed be somewhat difficult, it’s not entirely hopeless either."
Yang Fan pretended he hadn’t heard anything.
Anyway, even if they weren’t beating around the bush, he already knew Mr. Fan’s abilities were unquestionably powerful.
All these situations hinted at numerous unanswered mysteries.