Chapter 12 - A Hot Mess (2/2)

He reached out one hand and stopped A-Biao’s punch cold in its tracks.

Chen Fan then landed a solid kick on A-Biao, sending the bodyguard flying back.

Under the watch of many incredulous eyes, A-Biao’s body flew back half a dozen meters and slammed to the ground right in front of Zhou Tianhao.

“A-Biao, Are you alright?.” Zhou Tianhao pulled a tout face.

A-Biao felt that he was. .h.i.t by a motorcycle, and the impact had s.h.i.+fted his innards. Suddenly, a powerful wave of pain shot through his body as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

“He-he actually beat that guy up?” Zhang Yumeng’s eyes were wide open in disbelief as if she had just seen a ghost.

During her brief encounter with Chen Fan, not only she could find nothing extraordinary about this boy, but she was also convinced that he would be forever living at the bottom of the society for the rest of his life. However, it had appeared that she was wrong.

It was such a dramatic turn of event that it was as if a TV show was playing out in front of her.

Yang Chao was also at a loss. The thought of Chen Fan retaliating against him for his previous humiliation gave him the jitters.

Chen Fan closed in onto Zhou Tianhao slowly and then sat right in front of him.

“I hope that was convincing enough for you?”

The room suddenly became pin-drop quiet.

Zhou Tianhao looked at the boy as anger and fear roiled inside him.

He was a shrewd businessman, and therefore he didn’t let his feelings show on his face, “Yes, I agree that you are quite a fighter. But you might want to ask around what had happened last time when a martial artist got on my nerves. He is still in jail. We are living in a civilized society now; you can’t scare people with muscles. One phone call to my lawyer will put you behind bars for the rest of your life!” A smug smile surfaced on his face as he rolled back into the sofa.

“What did you say?” Chen Fan grunted as he furrowed his brows again. His patience was wearing thin.

“Let them leave, and I will stay here; we have lots to talk about.” Chen Fan said thinly.

Chen Fan planned to get Jiang Churan and others out of here first before he solved the problem the old fas.h.i.+on way.

Zhou Tianhao studied Chen Fan’s face for a second and then glanced over his shoulder at the group of teenagers.

“Sure, why not. Rouge, let them get the f.u.c.k out of my face. While you… like you said, we have LOTS to talk about.”

Yang Chao heaved a sigh of relief and got out of the room as quickly as they could.

The situation was beyond their control; the best they could hope for was not to suffer any collateral damage.

Xu Rongfei did not want to go, but she was dragged away by Zhang Yumeng.

Jiang Churan was the last to leave the room. She graced Chen Fan with a concerned glance before she disappeared behind the door. She reckoned that the boy was not at all who she thought he was.

“No wonder he looked so relaxed. But I hope he realized that Zhou Tianhao wouldn’t so easily succ.u.mb to brute forces alone.”

Nonetheless, she reckoned that she could only be a hindrance rather than help to Chen Fan if she stayed. Despite her concern and guilt, she followed her friends out of the room.

It wasn’t until Chen Fan saw that everyone had left the room he finally heaved a sigh of relief. He didn’t want Jiang Churan and Xu Rongzhen to get involved in this; one was Auntie Tang’s daughter who he had promised to protect, and the other was a lover of his past life.

Chen Fan plastered a smile on his face and was about to use a spell to scare Zhou Tianhao, when his cell phone rang.