Chapter 131: You Still Dare to Come Here?
SHLICK!
The long saber plunged into his body, and Zhou Fan's frame stiffened slightly!
But it was only for an instant. Zhou Fan looked down at the blade, which had missed its mark by a fraction of an inch. His left hand shot up and grabbed the saber's blade. When he raised his head, a bloodthirsty, savage grin played on his lips. Before his attacker's disbelieving eyes, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them!
He gripped the blade tightly, preventing his opponent from pulling it out!
"I've been waiting for this exact moment!"
As the words fell, Zhou Fan raised the Li Hen Sword in his hand once more. Mustering all his strength, he swung it horizontally from right to left!
Seeing this, his opponent abandoned his saber, hastily letting go and retreating!
However, he was a fraction of a second too slow. The tip of the sword sliced across his chest, leaving a long gash that ran from one side to the other, so deep that bone was visible!
Only then did Fan and Zhang Lei snap back to their senses. They charged over like madmen, heedless of everything else. Chu Qianqian scrambled up from the ground, abandoning all composure as she threw herself at the attacker!
In that moment, Chu Qianqian was trying to use her own body to stop the man from striking again, willing to pay with her life if she had to!
"Nether King, you got lucky this time. You might not be so fortunate next time!" Seeing the situation, the man didn't linger. He left with a sinister laugh, turned, and vanished into the night—disappearing without a trace, just as he had appeared!
PFFT!
Zhou Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, completely drained of color. His legs gave out, and his body swayed before he started to fall backward!
"Zhou Fan!"
Fan was the first to reach him, catching Zhou Fan just before he hit the ground. With bloodshot eyes, Fan hastily took out one of the few medicinal pills he had and fed it to Zhou Fan!
"Pull out the saber... you take it... get me to the Bin City Yalai Hotel... and don't let my wife know!"
Zhou Fan looked at Fan, mustering the last of his strength to speak in a trembling voice before he passed out cold!
"Zhang Lei, come over here and pull the saber out!" Fan checked his breathing and saw he had only fainted, then immediately turned to Zhang Lei!
"I'm not doing it! You do it if you want to! We don't have anything to stop the bleeding right now. If we pull it out, he'll bleed out for sure!" Zhang Lei shook his head like a rattle-drum, refusing adamantly!
"I'll do it!" While the two men were arguing, Chu Qianqian walked over slowly and gripped the saber's hilt with both hands. "You two hold him down!"
Fan and Zhang Lei exchanged a look and did as she said. Once they were ready, just as they were about to tell Chu Qianqian to go ahead, she had already yanked the long saber out with a swift, powerful motion!
Blood splattered, spraying across all three of their faces!
But in the next instant, the three of them discovered that the wound had only gushed blood for the moment it was pulled out. It wasn't bleeding profusely now!
"Take the saber. You carry Zhou Fan. We're going to the Bin City Yalai Hotel tonight!" Chu Qianqian then picked up the Li Hen Sword. After Zhou Fan fainted, the sword could no longer merge into his body.
In that moment, Chu Qianqian displayed an unprecedented calmness. Fan and Zhang Lei were not only shocked but also filled with admiration.
After Fan showed his credentials and exercised his special privileges, their car faced no obstructions on the road. A journey that should have taken over ten hours was completed in just eight!
"Get your boss!"
As soon as they entered the hotel, Fan slammed the long saber in his hand onto the counter and shouted!
Although Zhou Fan had said to come here before he passed out, he hadn't specified whom to find. Fan guessed it must be the owner.
Seeing the group covered in blood and carrying what looked like a mangled body, the people in the lobby were scared stiff. They screamed and ran out. The receptionist was so frightened she almost fainted, her trembling hand managing to dial the owner's number!
At that moment, the receptionist wished more than anything that she could just pass out...
"I'm the owner, Feng Shen. Who are you?" Before long, a man stepped out of the elevator. He wore a cyan robe, and his face was pale. He was so thin and frail it looked as if a gust of wind could knock him over. He looked at the group and frowned slightly.
"Zhou Fan. He's gravely injured. Before he fainted, he told us to bring him here!" Fan sized up the man. His intuition told him there was nothing special about this person. If he had to say something, it was that the man looked like a sickly weakling who could drop dead at any moment!
"This is Zhou Fan?" Feng Shen peered at him carefully, then motioned for them to carry him upstairs. "Fuck, he actually dared to come find me!"
Cursing under his breath, Feng Shen gestured for the people who came down with him to handle the commotion in the lobby.
Fan and Zhang Lei exchanged a look. 'Is this sickly weakling named Feng Shen really Zhou Fan's friend?'
'His tone doesn't sound like it at all!'
'In fact, he sounds more like an enemy than a friend!'
Chu Qianqian didn't say anything, simply following them into a room.
"Toss him on the bed. One person can stay to look after him. The rest of you can leave!" Feng Shen pointed to a nearby bed, speaking impatiently and completely ignoring their astonished gazes.