Over these two months, many events unfolded, particularly involving Lanbao and Lei Ji, the enigmatic girl. Both had intriguing and indescribable stories with Zhang Fan.
Starting with Lanbao, about three days after Riko's disappearance, she suddenly appeared before Zhang Fan. Without giving him a chance to inquire, Lanbao grabbed his collar and dragged him away, leaving the entire class gaping in shock. Was Zhang Fan in trouble with this human fortress-destroying powerhouse?
Regardless of the reason, being taken by Teacher Lanbao meant Zhang Fan had to fend for himself. At that moment, over two-thirds of the class mourned for him silently.
"What's the rush, Teacher Lanbao?" Zhang Fan finally freed himself from her grip after being dragged out of the classroom. It was embarrassing to be hauled around by a girl, and Lanbao's strength seemed to have grown, perhaps surpassing his own. Could she possess some superhuman lineage?
"Spare me the talk. Just follow me," Lanbao retorted, grabbing Zhang Fan's arm instead of his collar this time, sparing him some dignity.
Thus, Zhang Fan was escorted into a black business car, heading straight for Tokyo International Airport. What could this be about?
"Where are you, Zhang Fan? What does Teacher Lanbao want with you?" Aria's call came suddenly, her concern for her abducted partner evident.
"I'm not sure yet, but I'll let you know as soon as I do," Zhang Fan sighed, glancing at the still silent Lanbao.
"Be careful," Aria advised before hanging up. In Tokyo Martial Detective High, Lanbao was notoriously fierce, a mature beauty whose ferocity overshadowed her looks - a tragic fact for her.
A private jet? Arriving at the airport, Zhang Fan was stunned to be led onto a luxurious aircraft, a mode of transport beyond the reach of ordinary folks. Was Lanbao, the daughter of a powerful figure, showing her true capabilities?
The journey passed in silence, with Lanbao remaining taciturn despite Zhang Fan's attempts at conversation. He finally gave up, resigning himself to rest.
Landing in Hong Kong, Zhang Fan was perplexed by their destination. Lanbao, still silent, led him out of the airport to a lineup of black luxury cars and formidable bodyguards. Was this a scene from a gangster movie?
"Isn't it time you explained, Teacher Lanbao?" Zhang Fan pressed, uncomfortable with the secrecy, despite knowing Lanbao meant no harm.
"Patience, boy. You'll understand soon," Lanbao replied curtly, her demeanor surprisingly gentle compared to her usual brashness.
Reluctantly, Zhang Fan followed her into the convoy, which headed to a palatial estate. The opulence was astounding, befitting a royal residence rather than a mere mansion.
Disembarking, Lanbao unexpectedly looped her arm through Zhang Fan's, shocking him with this unprecedented gesture. Could the end of the world be near?
"You ungrateful daughter, finally back!" A robust voice greeted them, addressing Lanbao. Her father, then - a man in his forties, exuding a strong, manly aura, seemed every inch a mafia boss.
"It's all because of your insistence, old man!" Lanbao retorted, clearly irked by her father's presence.
"Who's this sprout? Don't tell me he's your chosen one," her father's gaze fell on Zhang Fan, calling him a 'sprout'. Zhang Fan felt a mix of amusement and disbelief at being likened to a bean sprout.
"Teacher Lanbao, who is this gentleman?" Zhang Fan quipped back, deciding to play along with the unexpected situation. Lanbao couldn't help but chuckle at his question.
"Wait and see," she said, leading Zhang Fan into a Bentley.
Seated beside a surprisingly feminine Lanbao, Zhang Fan was taken aback. She seemed like a different person.
"Who are you?" Zhang Fan asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Just wait, we're almost there," Lanbao repeated, maintaining her mysterious demeanor.
Their destination was a lavish estate, so grand it resembled a palace. As they entered, Zhang Fan realized that the black-clad men were more likely protecting Lanbao than him.
"Why did you bring me here, Teacher Lanbao?" Zhang Fan asked, as Lanbao gently held his arm, a situation he never imagined happening.
"At last, you return, you disobedient girl!" A rugged voice interrupted before Lanbao could answer, clearly her father speaking. In his forties and dressed sharply, he had the air of a mafia leader.
"Blame your insistence, old man!" Lanbao snapped back, annoyed.
"Who's this young man? Don't tell me he's your chosen partner," her father inquired, eyeing Zhang Fan with suspicion.
"Teacher Lanbao, who is this gentleman?" Zhang Fan asked, feigning ignorance, to which Lanbao couldn't help but laugh.
"Keep up, we're almost there," she reassured, leading him into a Bentley.
Inside the car, Lanbao's demeanor shifted, unexpectedly showing a softer side.
"Teacher Lanbao?" Zhang Fan asked, taken aback by her change.
"Just wait," she urged, her patience wearing thin.
As they arrived at a grand estate, Zhang Fan marveled at its opulence, fit for a royal residence. Surrounded by bodyguards, he realized they were likely there for Lanbao.
"Why am I here?" he asked again, baffled by Lanbao's unexpected actions.
"You'll soon find out," she replied, as a rugged voice greeted them: "You're back, you disobedient girl!" Her father, a robust figure in a sharp suit, appeared, embodying the aura of a mafia leader.
"It's your fault, old man!" Lanbao retorted, clearly frustrated.
"Who is this lad? Surely not your chosen one," her father remarked, eyeing Zhang Fan.
"Teacher Lanbao, who is this man?" Zhang Fan inquired, playing along.
"Wait and see," she said, leading him into the Bentley, her demeanor now unexpectedly gentle.
"Teacher Lanbao?" Zhang Fan asked, surprised by her transformation.
"Just be patient," she said, her tone implying more to come.