Night!
The hospital was quiet. Most patients were in light sleep. Occasionally, the sound of a door opening would echo, followed by hushed whispers.
Lin Fan opened his eyes and glanced to the side. Old Zhang was already fast asleep, snoring softly. Looking to the other side, Zhang Hongmin slept between two beds, constantly guarding his beloved daughter. The little girl, having received treatment, slept peacefully, her brow relaxed, a smile on her lips.
It was a smile that yearned for a beautiful future.
A clock hung on the wall.
Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
The second hand moved quickly.
Ding!
00:00.
March 31st had passed.
April 1st arrived.
[The second scene of the foreign land officially opens.]
[Target selected: Zhu Fei, the Nth generation descendant of the Fire God Zhurong.]
"Brother Fei."
A delicate female voice came.
Lin Fan opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar surroundings. He was no longer in the hospital. The environment was luxurious, more luxurious than any place he had ever lived in. No…compared to Xiao Bao's home, there was still a big gap.
[Mission: Help Zhu Fei's gang walk the righteous path.]
[Physical strength transfer: 100%.]
[Descent!]
Lin Fan looked on with a blank expression. This dream was strange. Why were there two unfamiliar young women here?
And they were getting dressed.
Strange.
He lay naked on the bed, and two sexy and enchanting young women were getting dressed at the foot of the bed.
They noticed Brother Fei watching them.
The two young women swayed their bodies towards Lin Fan.
He went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.
An unfamiliar face.
Very handsome.
Lin Fan smiled at the girls.
The two young women got dressed, came to Lin Fan's side, and each kissed him on the cheek. Then, each carrying a brand new bag, they swayed their hips and left.
He threw back the covers.
Lin Fan touched his body, washed briefly, then got dressed and walked out the door.
A foreign land in a dream.
He needed to complete the mission to return.
Many memories flooded Lin Fan's mind.
Zhu Fei.
Gang leader in H City, nicknamed Brother Fei.
"Brother Fei."
A man stood at the door of the presidential suite. He had a fierce appearance and was as strong as an ox. He was Zhu Fei's bodyguard and number one enforcer, Wang Meng.
"Brother Fei, Duan Shanhu has already set up a table at the Juxian Restaurant and is waiting to negotiate with you."
A familiar feeling, as if he had experienced this somewhere before.
The last dream was like this.
The mission was the righteous path, so if he guessed correctly, it meant being a good person.
He had followed Zhu Fei for eight years, from obscurity to becoming Brother Fei's right-hand man. He knew Brother Fei's character very well. Now, seeing Brother Fei's smile, it definitely meant something was about to happen.
But gradually...
He found Brother Fei's smile very sinister. Looking at it for a long time made his heart feel a chill.
Wang Meng reported the situation.
Lin Fan kept smiling. Wang Meng noticed Brother Fei's smile and was a little surprised. It was different from the Brother Fei he usually knew.
The usual Brother Fei was cold and aloof.
A black car was parked at the hotel entrance. Wang Meng hurried forward to open the door, acting as a doorman.
"No need to be so polite," Lin Fan said with a smile.
"Yes, Brother Fei."
Such a terrifying Brother Fei.
Hidden so deep.
This was the aura a true leader should have.
Wang Meng drove the car, looking at Lin Fan through the rearview mirror.
"Brother Fei, Duan Shanhu's negotiation this time is nothing more than wanting us to return his territory. I heard he called the retired Eighth Master to mediate. Do we need to give them face?"
"Oh!" Lin Fan responded, glancing out the window at the passing buildings.
Wang Meng was expressionless, but he was very excited inside. Brother Fei actually told him not to be so polite. This meant he was treating him like a brother. The usual Brother Fei had never said such words. The tough man was on the verge of tears.
This dream seemed more interesting.
The guy in the last dream must have been out of his mind, otherwise he wouldn't have dressed like that. This time was much better, dressed normally, looking like a normal person.
Seeing that Brother Fei didn't respond to him, Wang Meng didn't continue to ask. Brother Fei must be thinking about how to solve the situation. After all, the other party had invited the retired and respected Eighth Master. They had to give him face, right?
Such despicable fellows, unable to defeat us, they resorted to calling someone to negotiate.
He wanted to kill Duan Shanhu.
He had promised Old Zhang that he would bring him along.
But he had broken his promise again.
If Old Zhang knew, he would be very angry.
Wang Meng personally opened the door. A group oflittle brother in black suits bowed at the hotel entrance:
"Hello, Brother Fei."
Lin Fan smiled and nodded: "Hello."
Juxian Restaurant.
This restaurant had a history of sixty years. It was very famous in H City and had once been a gathering place for all kinds of martial arts experts. It remained unchanged until now, and any negotiations would take place here, with the aim of reminding everyone of the code of the underworld.
"Brother Fei, we're here."
This was a matter of courtesy.
"Today's Brother Fei is a little different. Could it be that the two young models I found made Brother Fei very happy?"
Wang Meng pondered, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Thelittle brother in black suits were flushed with excitement when they heard Brother Fei respond to their greetings. They didn't expect Brother Fei to actually speak to them.
Lin Fan was a friendly and polite person.
If someone greeted him, he would definitely respond.
When Duan Shanhu saw Lin Fan walk in, his expression changed slightly before returning to normal.
"A-Fei, come and sit."
Eighth Master beckoned.
Lin Fan pushed open the door of the private room. There were many people inside, mostly standing. Only two were sitting.
Eighth Master smiled back, turning the jade ring on his finger. It was strange. The current Zhu Fei felt very different to him, as if he had changed.
He never used to smile and was cold to everyone, always exuding a sense of ruthlessness.
Wasn't that obvious?
Although he had retired, his status in the underworld remained. The older one got, the more respect one received.
When Eighth Master was young, he was also a fierce man, wielding a kitchen knife from the south gate to the north gate, and then from the north gate to the west gate. It was his ferocity that allowed him to achieve his current status.
Lin Fan sat next to Eighth Master and smiled back.
He felt that these people were not normal.
Even those who were labeled as mentally ill knew to sit down when there were seats. Standing to eat was very inconvenient.
Everyone was surprised.
You're talking to a mentally ill patient now, can it be the same?
"What are you all standing for? Sit down."
Lin Fan looked at thelittle brother standing behind him. There were clearly seats, so why weren't they sitting? It was strange. Would they stand while eating later?
For thelittle brother, they were a little nervous. This was a banquet for three big shots, not a place where they could sit. However, since their boss had spoken, they didn't dare disobey and obediently sat down.
Wang Meng pondered. What was Brother Fei's game? He couldn't understand it at all.
"Waiter," Lin Fan called.
He didn't understand what Zhu Fei was up to.
And the little brother naturally didn't dare move.
Duan Shanhu said, "Brother Fei told you to sit, so sit down. Are you not giving Brother Fei face?"
"I'm hungry. Please serve the dishes," Lin Fan said with a smile, then added, "I want a cola. Please bring me one, thank you."
Eighth Master looked at Lin Fan in surprise.
The situation wasn't what he had imagined. Logically, they should negotiate first and then eat. He, as the mediator, would rely on his status to appease the situation.
Soon, a waitress fearfully entered. Although she had always been a waitress at Juxian Restaurant and had seen all sorts of scenes, this time was different. The three were all important figures, and the atmosphere was very tense. She, a small waitress, didn't have the courage to face them.
This wasn't something someone her age could handle.
The waitress respectfully asked, "What can I get for you?"
The waitress left the private room.
She told the manager about the situation inside.
The manager was already prepared for a huge loss, but when he heard that they wanted to order food, he quickly got the kitchen busy. He even held out hope that they were really here to eat.
But now Zhu Fei was directly ordering food, which he couldn't understand.
Duan Shanhu looked at Lin Fan. What was this guy trying to do?
Having read military strategy books, he understood one principle: if the enemy doesn't move, I don't move. Don't think he had no culture just because he only graduated from elementary school. Since he entered this path, he had been studying military strategy, relying on his brain to get to where he was today.
Wang Meng cried out in his heart. He smiled. Brother Fei smiled again, but was it really good to smile like this now?
But gradually...
He understood the meaning of this smile.
If that was the case, it would be really great.
At this moment...
Lin Fan noticed that everyone was looking at him. He looked up and smiled, his smile bright and warm.
Calm eyes.
An indifferent face.
But still smiling, the emotion conveyed by that smile wasn't genuine.
Duan Shanhu, Eighth Master, and the others all smiled at Lin Fan at first, but they found Lin Fan's smile somewhat chilling, as if they were facing a pervert.
"Damn, why does this guy's smile feel so sinister?"
Duan Shanhu complained inwardly and looked away.
"Let's eat together, otherwise the food will get cold and won't taste as good."
Lin Fan picked up some food with his chopsticks and kept putting it into his mouth, eating casually and contentedly. His smile became even brighter. The food was delicious, even more delicious than what he ate at the mental hospital.
If he could eat such delicious food every day...
He would be willing to dream every day.
He drank the cola.
The taste was very wrong.
This wasn't cola at all. He had noticed the packaging was different when he first saw it.
At this time, Eighth Master was very puzzled. Was the negotiation now eat first and talk later?
When did the rules change?
Duan Shanhu frowned. What was Zhu Fei trying to do? They were here to negotiate, not to eat. He was eating so heartily, did he even care about the negotiation?
Wang Meng looked at Brother Fei's casual eating manner and was completely awestruck. It was so domineering.
In front of Duan Shanhu.
With Eighth Master present.
Brother Fei could eat so calmly and contentedly, his aura of not caring about anyone in the world completely erupted.
Soon.
The waitress brought the steaming hot dishes to the table.
Lin Fan's appetite was whetted. He was very hungry now and immediately started eating with his chopsticks, not forgetting to remind them.