Chapter 222: You Actually Didn't Die?
"What's going on? You actually need us to step in?"
Arriving at the entrance of the Chen Group, Divan was surprised to see not only Zhou Fan and Chen Yao, but even Bai Zhi. He was puzzled.
"We're signing the contract. Li Mei notified the Divan side yesterday and agreed to my previous terms—the shares held by her and those three who died!" Zhou Fan, who had produced a toothpick from god-knows-where, spoke while picking his teeth, cutting a rather unrefined figure.
"That Old Witch, agreeing so easily? You don't think it's an ambush, do you?" Divan frowned slightly. He, after all, had faced assassins sent by Li Mei alongside Zhou Fan before.
"That's why I called you two to help. I'm afraid I can't handle it alone!" Zhou Fan chuckled, not bothering to hide his intentions.
But unexpectedly, as soon as Zhou Fan finished speaking, Divan and Bai Zhi looked over at him in confusion, as if they were looking at something completely incomprehensible.
"Are you crazy? If even you can't handle it, what good would calling us be? Besides, no matter how capable Li Mei is, she's no match for you, right?" If Divan was confused about something, he had to ask.
"I ran into Cyan Dragon last night. I'm a little injured, so I probably shouldn't fight for a while," Zhou Fan said nonchalantly. He then led Chen Yao and started walking into the building. "Let's go. I'm counting on you two today!"
"HOLY SHIT, what did you just say? Did I hear that right? You ran into Cyan Dragon? And you're not dead? For real?" After snapping back to his senses, Divan instantly turned into a walking encyclopedia of questions, catching up to Zhou Fan and firing off a barrage of them. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was just some curious kid.
"Are you overestimating Cyan Dragon, or underestimating me?" Zhou Fan shot Divan a disdainful glance, looking extremely arrogant, but on the inside, he was ecstatic.
'How about that? Am I cool or what?'
'Just tell me, how cool was that?'
'Pretty shocking, right?'
'Totally unbelievable, isn't it?'
Within Dragon Soul, it was practically an unwritten, ironclad rule that Cyan Dragon was the strongest member aside from the leader. Everyone knew this.
Because of this, Cyan Dragon had become an idol to many.
And now, hearing that Zhou Fan had not only encountered Cyan Dragon but had even fought him—and, more outrageously, had returned alive!
"Wow, that was a hell of a flex. I give it a perfect 10!" Divan gave Zhou Fan a thumbs-up. "You have no idea. That guy, He Yi, used to worship Cyan Dragon. You could say he was his idol. Plus, they're both sword masters, so he spent practically every waking moment aiming to catch up to or even surpass Cyan Dragon. Good thing he's abroad right now, otherwise he'd probably be worshiping you like a god!"
"Since Cyan Dragon is his idol, shouldn't he be thinking about stabbing Zhou Fan to avenge his idol's honor?" Bai Zhi asked, confused, completely oblivious to the fact that Zhou Fan was about to have a mental breakdown.
'Fuuuck, lady, do you even know how to talk?'
'Just because I came back alive, that makes me his goddamn disgrace?'
'You're the bodyguard I'm paying for, aren't you?!'
"Didn't that happen in Hui Province? After Vermilion Bird showed up, that kid He Yi's dream of his idol was shattered. Although he still aims to catch up to and surpass Cyan Dragon now, I suspect it's more because he wants to defeat or kill him with his own hands!"
Divan sighed and quietly explained to Bai Zhi.
Just then, the elevator doors opened, and the four of them walked out one after another. Not far away, Ah Lian was already waiting.
"Mr. Zhou, this way, please. Everyone is in the conference room."
Ah Lian gave Zhou Fan a slight bow, then turned and made a welcoming gesture. As for Chen Yao and the others, it was as if they didn't exist; Ah Lian didn't even spare them a glance.
"Ah Lian, you've gotten prettier!" Zhou Fan nodded, and as he spoke jokingly, he draped a hand over Ah Lian's shoulder like a textbook rich brat.
"Mr. Zhou, you jest. How could I dare to compare myself to the beauties by your side?" Ah Lian smiled faintly and, without missing a beat, gave a slight shrug of her shoulder, causing Zhou Fan's hand to slide off. She then subtly quickened her pace, maintaining a full body's length of distance from him.
"Hahaha, that's true, you are a little lacking compared to them. But don't be discouraged. After all, looks are something you're born with. You can't just run off and get plastic surgery because you're not pretty enough, right? How boring would that be!" Zhou Fan laughed boisterously, his eyes brazenly fixed on Ah Lian.
"You're too kind, Mr. Zhou. We're here. Please, go on in." Ah Lian's expression remained unchanged. She knocked lightly on the door, then pushed it open and made another welcoming gesture toward the inside.