Yang Fan stumbled out of the hotel and hid in the greenbelt to make a call to Old Zhou.
"Fanzi, where did you run off to? It's just starting, kid. Don't tell me you're already spent?"
As soon as the call connected, Old Zhou shouted eagerly, his voice full of excitement, with women's moans in the background.
Yang Fan's hand trembled slightly as he lit a cigarette. After composing himself, he spoke in a deep voice, "Old Zhou, listen to me first, I ran into Tian Gaofei."
"Ah? What Fei?"
The noise on Old Zhou's end was too loud, and he hadn't caught Yang Fan's words clearly.
"Tian Gaofei!"
"Damn!" Old Zhou exclaimed abruptly, "Then what?"
Yang Fan took a fierce drag on his cigarette, "I beat him up again, nearly half to death."
Old Zhou fell silent.
After a while, he spoke gloomily, "How can you say 'again'? Last time he was beaten and hospitalized, and it wasn't by you. Where are you now?"
"In the hotel courtyard," Yang Fan said.
