Chapter 30: The Traces Disappeared
Pfft!
The moment Chu Yan opened her eyes in the morning, she saw Zhou Fan staring resentfully at her from the side of the bed. Thinking of what happened last night, she couldn't help but laugh out loud!
"Good morning, husband!"
A mischievous grin spread across Chu Yan's face. Paying him no mind, she threw back the covers and walked toward the bathroom in her pajamas.
"Not good at all! Good my ass!"
Zhou Fan felt that the resentment rolling off him was, damn it, enough to resurrect ten Evil Sword Immortals!
He had been so excited last night, ready for the main event, only to discover the red light was on. The road was closed.
He was so frustrated he hadn't slept well all night.
Once they were at the office, Chu Yan suddenly remembered the evening's plans and turned to Zhou Fan. "By the way, honey, there's a reception tonight. Can you go with me?"
"Sure, no problem at all!"
Zhou Fan nodded, though he didn't really want to go. 'To me, it's just a bunch of people with a little money, thinking they're a cut above everyone else, getting together to brag to each other.'
"Hey, ladies! It's been a day. Miss me?"
Zhou Fan strolled into the sales department with his usual cheeky line, immediately making many of the women burst into laughter.
"Brother Fan, where were you yesterday? Spill it! You weren't here, and Sister Chen wasn't here either. You two weren't... you know...?"
Gu Feifei sidled up to Zhou Fan, her big eyes twinkling with a thirst for gossip.
"In your dreams. What are you thinking about in that little head of yours?" Zhou Fan said, rapping her lightly on the forehead. "Sister Chen didn't come in yesterday. Is she here today?"
"I don't know. Go look in her office yourself!" Gu Feifei rolled her eyes and turned her back on him. 'Hmph, this guy shows up and immediately asks about Chen Yi. He doesn't care about me at all!'
"That white really suits you today. The size, however, seems a little off."
Zhou Fan pinched Gu Feifei's cheek, then got up and walked toward Chen Yi's office.
Gu Feifei froze for a second. 'White? What does he mean, the size is off?'
'I'm just wearing my regular uniform today!'
A second later, it hit her: she was wearing a white lingerie set today. Her face instantly flushed crimson, and she shook a cute little fist at Zhou Fan's retreating back.
'Jerk! I forgot his eyes can see through clothes!'
"Sister Chen, morning!"
Zhou Fan pushed open the door to Chen Yi's office and greeted her with a smile as she sat in her chair.
"Yes, it's morning. What are you locking the door for?"
Chen Yi had been in a bad mood, preoccupied with something, but when she saw Zhou Fan come in and immediately lock the door, she couldn't help but give a resigned smile.
"I heard Sister Chen wasn't in yesterday, so I thought I'd come check on you," Zhou Fan said with a wicked grin. As he spoke, he moved behind her chair and naturally placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Stop messing around, we're at the office," she said. "Anyway, what were you up to yesterday?"
Though she said that, she didn't stop his roaming hands. In fact, she leaned back slightly.
"What could I do? I was so exhausted from the night before that I had to rest all day yesterday."
"Oh? And are you well-rested now?"
"Well, I came to have Sister Chen give me a check-up, didn't I?"
"You rascal!"
With a playful huff from Chen Yi, Zhou Fan bent down, scooped her up by the waist, and with a single sweep of his arm, cleared the documents off her desk and sat her down on it.
"So, did you miss me?" Chen Yi hooked an arm around Zhou Fan's neck, a seductive smile playing on her lips. Her gaze was smoldering.
"I did. Very much!"
"Be specific. What part of me did you miss?"
"That's for you to find out."
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"Boss, what now? The trail went completely cold right here."
"You two, take a squad and search to the left. Watch out for an ambush. I'll take a squad to the right. We'll rendezvous in five hundred meters."
In the East City Suburb of Nanjiang City, Fan was leading a dozen members of Wolf Fang, tracking the Assassination Squad. But midway through the pursuit, the trail had vanished.
As Fan tracked them, he couldn't stop cursing Zhou Fan in his head. This Assassination Squad was made up of Zhou Fan's former subordinates. In fact, nearly every member had been personally trained by Zhou Fan himself.
His Highness the Netherworld King had three squads, and the Assassination Squad was one of them.
"Brother San, you think these guys can just vanish into thin air?" On the other side, in the squad that had split off from Fan's, were two men Zhou Fan had met before. The taller of the two asked the man beside him.
"I don't know, but stay sharp. The people trained by *that man* are never simple." Lao San shook his head, then turned to the man next to him. "Fifth Brother, you take the rear. I have a bad feeling we're walking into an ambush."
Little did they know that their every word was being overheard by someone hiding in a tree above, a figure who seemed to have become one with the branches.
The figure was small and slender, draped in a cloak the color of the surrounding trees. Their face was covered in camouflage paint. In their right hand, they clutched a dagger, their eyes locked intently on Fifth Brother as he drew closer.