Chapter 211: Want to Do It Together?
Ten minutes later, Zhou Fan stopped, standing tall and proud with his eyes closed as if immersed in some kind of atmosphere.
All around him, a row of bodies had fallen. A thin line of blood was etched across each of their necks, the blood having congealed the moment it left the wound. They had died in a circle.
In the center of the circle, at Zhou Fan's feet, was one person—or rather, one corpse, to be more precise—who was slightly different from the others. This person's entire head had been sliced clean off. On the face of the head, now separated from the body, you could still see the absolute terror and disbelief in his eyes at the moment of death.
GULP. Fan swallowed audibly, chagrined. He glanced back at the two men he had killed. 'So ugly,' he thought. 'Just so ugly. Not elegant or aesthetic at all!'
Letting out a long, turbid breath, Zhou Fan slowly opened his eyes. For an instant, a faint blue halo flashed in their depths. Though it vanished in a flash, the image was clearly imprinted in everyone's mind.
"Let's go. Time to head down the mountain," Zhou Fan said with a small smile, walking over to the others.
"What about them? Are we just leaving them here? I'm not with Wolf Fang anymore, so I don't have the authority to handle this," Fan said, not asking about the blue light in Zhou Fan's eyes, but instead pointing to the thirteen dead men.
"Don't worry, someone will take care of it." Zhou Fan shrugged nonchalantly. He took Chen Yao's small hand, and noticing it was a little cold, slipped both of their hands into his pocket.
After returning to Nanjiang City, Fan left first to take Zheng Sisi home to rest. Meanwhile, Zhou Fan took Chen Yao to a hotel in the city center.
"Zhou Fan, you actually brought me here to get a room?" After opening the door and seeing the room's interior, Chen Yao glared at Zhou Fan, her cheeks puffed out. With her hands on her hips, she looked like a little shrew.
"What are you thinking? Were you blind at the front desk just now? I got two rooms. If I didn't have to look after you, I'd be at home in bed with my wife right now. Have a heart!" Zhou Fan retorted impolitely, flicking Chen Yao on the forehead. He then pushed her into the room and tossed her the key card.
"You brute! Ptooey!" Staring at the closed door, Chen Yao grabbed a throw pillow and hurled it forcefully against it, grumbling in dissatisfaction. Afterward, she washed up and lay down on the bed to sleep.
Zhou Fan went to his own room. Looking at the photos that had been sent to his phone, he sent a voice message back to the sender. "Deliver these to Li Mei's office at the Chen Group."
After speaking, Zhou Fan casually tossed his phone aside and sat cross-legged to meditate.
A peaceful day passed quickly. Zhou Fan was still meditating when he heard loud knocking at the door. Opening his eyes, he glanced at his phone and saw that it was already six in the evening.
However, Zhou Fan didn't rush to open the door. Instead, he reflected on his day of meditation. He had discovered for the first time that, in addition to seeing through anything, his eyes could also slow down all motion. 'Although I can only slow things down to half speed right now, in a battle between experts, one should never underestimate such an advantage. It could be fatal!'
Moreover, during his final duel with Li Shufen and her group, Zhou Fan had entered a strange, inexplicable state. In that state, the circulation of the Longevity Technique within his body seemed to have accelerated significantly. In just those ten short minutes, Zhou Fan could feel that his Inner Strength was now at least three times greater than before.
This would undoubtedly become his greatest trump card for now. He had personally witnessed Vermilion Bird unleash a blade of Sword Qi several meters long with a single slash.
'I wonder if I could face Vermilion Bird head-on now without being at a disadvantage?'
"Were you dead in there? I've been knocking forever and you're just now opening the door?" As Zhou Fan opened the door, Chen Yao's hand, still raised to knock, slapped him on the body due to inertia. Before Zhou Fan could even react, she was the one to cry foul.
"Little Yaoyao, getting a little bold, are we? It's just the two of us here. Aren't you afraid I'll pull you in and... eat you up?" Zhou Fan said with a wicked smile, frivolously lifting Chen Yao's chin with his right index finger.
"Um... I... I'm just really hungry, and I wanted to ask you to go out to eat with me. After all, you told me not to go out alone, that it's too dangerous!" Chen Yao stammered, both nervous and scared. She quickly pushed Zhou Fan's hand down, her words faltering.
"Oh? It looks like you've already washed up, but I haven't yet. Why don't you come in and join me?" Zhou Fan leaned down slightly, bringing his face close to hers with a devilish smile playing on his lips.
"I... I would not! Just hurry up and wash, I have something I need to discuss with you!" Chen Yao pushed Zhou Fan forcefully into the room and spoke anxiously. She intended to run, but just as she turned, Zhou Fan wrapped his arms around her waist and shut the door.