Jiang Yue looked back dubiously but neither Song Zhe nor Fang Rongrong noticed anything unusual. Just now, Ye Fan had merely patted the shoulders of the two individuals and hadn't made any other movements. Jiang Yue often used this gesture himself—the Separate muscles and bones hand? But the two of them didn't react?
"Stop overthinking it. I've left a thread of True Qi in their heart meridians. As long as they get angry, they'll experience angina as punishment," Ye Fan said indifferently.
After leaving the underground parking garage, the two grabbed a bite to eat at an outside restaurant. Around one o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Fan and Jiang Yue arrived at the convention hall. The venue was sizable but sparsely populated, and the staff were busy setting things up. Lin Youyou, who had been attentively watching the entrance, hurried over upon seeing Ye Fan.
