Chapter 153: Furious Ye Fei
"Useless fools! You're all a bunch of fucking useless fools!" Inside Netherworld King's Hall, Ye Fei, dressed in purple, roared in fury as he read the message from his men. He hurled the wine glass in his hand, and it shattered across the floor. The subordinate who delivered the report stood frozen to the side, trembling and not daring to make a sound, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire.
"There's no need to get so worked up. Given Zhou Fan's abilities, did you really not expect that in just one year, he could become strong enough to contend with—or even kill—Blake?" A side door opened, and a stunningly beautiful woman in a long black dress walked in. Her eyes swept over the shattered glass on the floor, and she frowned imperceptibly, a flicker of disgust in her gaze. With a wave of her hand at the surrounding men, the hall was cleared, leaving just the two of them.
"Spare me your sarcasm, Zhao Ya. Do you have any idea how much I spent to hire Blake, Sean, and their crew? I even went to the trouble of fucking hiring Maten, the King of Snipers, but he actually turned me down! In the end, I had to settle for second best and hire someone else!" As the woman approached, a lecherous glint flashed in Ye Fei's eyes. He grabbed her arm and yanked her into his arms.
"No matter what, you're fucking sleeping with me tonight. If you don't, I'll tie you up and deliver you right to that piece of trash, Zhou Fan!" Ye Fei gripped Zhao Ya's chin with one hand while his other gave a violent rip, tearing her dress. A large patch of her smooth, pale skin was instantly exposed.
SLAP!
"Are you insane? Have you lost your mind? Who do you take me for? You want me to be with you? Fine. Then learn to speak to me properly. With that tone and that attitude, do you think I'm one of those pet canaries you keep, who do nothing but flatter you?"
Following the sharp slap, Zhao Ya rose to her feet in a rage, her beautiful eyes blazing with fury and killing intent.
"Fuck off, you bitch! Don't think for a second I don't know what you're up to. Piss me off, and I'll drag you down to hell with me!" Ye Fei's fists clenched as he struggled to suppress his rage. Cursing, he picked up the phone. "Bring in the new girls we just captured. I need to blow off some steam!"
"You're a lost cause." Zhao Ya shot him a disgusted look. "Acting like this, you'll never get another chance to kill Zhou Fan. In fact, it won't be long before he comes back to kill *you* in revenge!" She turned and walked toward the side door, not even bothering with her torn dress, leaving in just her Heart Clothing.
The news quickly spread to other international powers. Some began to panic, worried that Zhou Fan would one day come for revenge. Others dismissed the news with contempt. But a select few were overjoyed. Their former ally was back.
Time flew by, and Zhou Fan had been in a coma for two days. During that time, things had remained relatively calm.
"Brother Fan, today's the shareholder meeting we arranged with Grandmaster Kong and the others. Don't worry, I'll be back to be with you as soon as it's over. You be a good boy while I'm gone, okay?"
Gu Feifei was dressed impeccably in a black business suit, her hair tied back neatly instead of hanging loose. She leaned over his bedside, gazing at the still-unconscious Zhou Fan. She gently placed a kiss on the corner of his lips, then, as if she had made up her mind about something, turned to leave.
But in the instant she turned, a hand caught her small one.
"And where do you think you're going?" With a gentle tug, Zhou Fan pulled Gu Feifei into his arms, his large hand giving her bottom a light pat.
"O-oh... Brother Fan, you're finally awake! I thought..." Gu Feifei stared in disbelief at the man smiling mischievously before her, unable to stop the tears of joy from flowing. Her blush deepened when she registered the playful pat on her rear, and she started lightly pounding on his chest with her small fists.
"Trying to murder your dear husband, are you? I'm already injured, and you still hit me?" he said, giving her another playful spank as if to punish her.
"Hmph! Well, it's your fault for teasing me the second you woke up. You have no idea what it's been like. You were out for days! That He Yi fellow came to see you a few times, and Sister Bai Zhi visited a few times, too. Oh, and that incredibly annoying Fan came by—he just woke up yesterday himself—and he mocked you, calling you pathetic for sleeping so long!" Gu Feifei rattled off the list of visitors as if she'd memorized every detail of Zhou Fan's time unconscious.
"Now, now, let's not get angry. As for whether I'm 'pathetic' or not, wouldn't you know best?" Zhou Fan pinched her cheek dotingly, a wicked grin spreading across his face that made Gu Feifei blush profusely.
"Come, attend to Us. Help This Emperor bathe and change. Then, we shall go and have a chat with that Wang Liang!" Zhou Fan said, full of swagger.
"Then, Your Majesty, I don't wish to be a mere Consort. Can I be your Empress instead?" With Zhou Fan by her side, it was as if Gu Feifei had returned to her old, playful self, bantering with him just like before.
"So you want to be the Empress? That position requires certain... special talents."
"What kind of talents? I refuse to believe I know less than President Chu does!"
"In that case, while we still have some time, why don't you show me those talents of yours?"