Chapter 114: Are You Unconvinced?
Zhou Fan sighed in resignation and sat on the sofa, lighting one cigarette after another. His eyes drifted to the room's single bed, then to Gu Feifei, who was sitting with a complete lack of poise, giving him quite an eyeful.
"Brother Fan, I'm going to take a shower. Want to join me?" Gu Feifei seemed determined to tease him. After a short while, she stood up and asked in a cloyingly sweet voice.
"If you want to shower, go by yourself!" Zhou Fan snapped. 'I really want to slap her so hard she flies right out the window!'
"No peeking, okay?" Gu Feifei said with a playful wink before disappearing into the bathroom. And then... then Zhou Fan was completely dumbfounded.
'What... What kind of crappy hotel is this?'
'The bathroom walls are made of glass? Not even a solid wall?'
'He swore he hadn't noticed it before!'
But as he watched Gu Feifei showering, her eyes locked on him amorously, Zhou Fan couldn't take it anymore. He strode to the door, threw it open, and stepped out into the hallway.
'This is torture. Absolute torture!'
'A lifelong casanova like me... when have I ever been in such an embarrassing jam?'
'But this is different. Sure, I tease her all the time, maybe even cop a feel here and there, but that was all harmless fun. It didn't mean anything!'
'But if I really lose control and sleep with her, that's a huge deal. Gu Feifei isn't like Chen Yi. She's still a virgin. If she were willing, I'd have to take responsibility for her.'
'But how could I take responsibility now?'
'Am I supposed to go back and tell Chu Yan, "Honey, I lost control and slept with Gu Feifei"?'
'Zhou Fan was certain Chu Yan would absolutely murder him.'
"Chu Yifeng is here. Downstairs at your hotel. Seven men, all experts."
Just as Zhou Fan's thoughts were running wild, his phone buzzed with a message from Zhang Lei. The words jolted him back to reality. He pocketed his phone, opened the door, and slipped back into the room.
"Get out of the shower!"
Without a word of explanation, Zhou Fan dragged Gu Feifei out of the bathroom and tossed her onto the bed. He then snatched a bath towel and threw it over her.
"Whoa, Brother Fan, what's the rush? Don't you want to shower too?" Gu Feifei looked completely baffled, assuming he had finally given in to temptation. A coy blush spread across her face.
"Chu Yifeng is coming up with his men! What on earth goes through that little head of yours?" Zhou Fan said, exasperated. He gave her a light slap on the arm, gesturing for her to wrap the towel around herself. He then pointed to the nearby wardrobe. "Get inside. Don't make a sound, no matter what you hear."
"You're so rough," Gu Feifei grumbled, clutching the towel to her chest as she opened the closet. She quickly planted a kiss on Zhou Fan's cheek before shutting herself inside.
Zhou Fan shook his head. He glanced at the steam-fogged glass of the bathroom, then quickly ducked inside and turned on the shower. Through the blurry glass, his eyes remained fixed on the hotel room door.
Despite the sound of the running water, Zhou Fan still heard the soft click of the doorknob turning.
The next instant, a group of men swarmed into the room.
Seven of them.
Just as Zhang Lei had warned, seven men burst in. One of them spotted movement in the bathroom and immediately flung the door open.
The instant the bathroom door swung open, Zhou Fan launched a kick that sent the man crashing into the opposite wall. In a flash, he was at the main door, slamming the lock shut while simultaneously delivering a palm strike to the neck of the man nearest to him.
In the blink of an eye, seven men had become five.
Clearly, the remaining five hadn't expected such a swift counterattack.
"Meddling again, Zhou Fan? Do you really think you're all that?" One of the five, a man in a baseball cap and a loose overcoat, was none other than Chu Yifeng, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. He was glaring at Zhou Fan with a sinister expression.
"But I *am* all that. You disagree?" A wry smile played on Zhou Fan's lips, but his eyes glinted with killing intent. 'This guy tried to kill Chu Yan time and again. I've been wanting to take care of him for a while now.'
"Fuck it! Get him!"
Chu Yifeng cursed viciously. With a wave of his hand, the four men beside him produced daggers and advanced on Zhou Fan in a coordinated attack.
Zhou Fan's reflexes were lightning fast. He seized the first attacker's wrist and twisted. SNAP! The bone broke. He snatched the man's dagger and, with a casual flick, slit his throat.
A spray of blood arced through the air in a perfect parabola. In the soft glow of the room's lights, it looked almost beautiful.
But Zhou Fan had clearly seen it all before and had no time to admire the view. His feet danced, weaving left and right between the other three attackers. His dagger-wielding hand shot out, time and again, each slash tracing a graceful curve. Within a few short breaths, Zhou Fan came to a stop. He smiled at Chu Yifeng. Now, they were the only two left standing.
Chu Yifeng's expression soured as he watched his men get dispatched in the blink of an eye. 'No wonder this bastard managed to kill Wang Tianhao.'
However, Chu Yifeng didn't panic. He still had an ace up his sleeve.