Chapter 0022 Nangong Haotian

Smack! Zhang Xiaofan delivered another slap. "Did I tell you to speak?" he growled.

"Now, I'm asking you—who are you?" Zhang Xiaofan demanded.

Smack! Yet another slap. "I told you not to talk, and you still dare? Looking for trouble, aren't you?"

Hu Dao was on the verge of losing his mind. If you're going to hit me, just do it—must you torment me so?

"I'm asking you a question, did you hear me?" Zhang Xiaofan said, raising his hand again.

"I'll talk, I'll talk! I'm Hu Yitian's son!" Hu Dao finally caved, terrified beyond measure. Even in the bloodiest street fights, he'd never been this frightened. All he wanted now was for this madman to leave so he could hurry to the hospital and see if his... parts could be saved. Otherwise, his life was over.

"And who is Hu Yitian?"

"The boss of No-One Street!"

"All right. You're done here." Zhang Xiaofan said, then kicked Hu Dao in the groin. There was a faint sound of something breaking.

Hu Dao's agonized howl pierced the air.

Zhang Xiaofan kicked him aside, then grabbed a glass of water from the table and splashed it on Yin Rou Rou's face. She instantly sobered up a little, and seeing Zhang Xiaofan, hope flooded her eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Rou Rou, I'll take you out," Zhang Xiaofan said to the woman on the bed. Normally, he'd tease her, but at this moment his gaze was pure.

He carried Yin Rou Rou down the stairs. The bodyguards thought it was Young Master Hu, but seeing Zhang Xiaofan's face, they realized something was wrong and rushed forward to stop him.

Zhang Xiaofan dispatched them one by one, his fury lending strength to his blows. He dealt with all the villa's bodyguards within minutes.

He took off his jacket and gave it to Yin Rou Rou, then carried her out of the villa complex and hailed a taxi.

"Where do you live?" Zhang Xiaofan asked, deciding it was safest to see her home personally.

"In the West District, Wanhuang Villas," Yin Rou Rou replied.

Zhang Xiaofan wasn't surprised. He'd long suspected she was from an unusual background; living in a villa made sense.

...

"A bunch of useless fools! Where is the young lady?" At that moment, in a luxurious room, a middle-aged man shouted angrily. His torso was bare, crisscrossed with scars.

"Sir, it was Hu Yitian's men from No-One Street who kidnapped the young lady."

"If you know who did it, why haven't you brought her back?"

"We went there, but she wasn't there. It seems someone rescued her."

"Tell me, what use do I have for a bunch of incompetents? Who exactly kidnapped my daughter?"

"It was Hu Yitian's son, sir."

"Did you cripple him?"

"We did, but when we arrived, someone else had already done it."

"You should thank whoever saved the young lady. Otherwise, none of you would have survived today," the middle-aged man said coldly. His subordinates had no doubt he meant it.

"Keep searching. Don't come back until you've found her."

"Yes, sir!" His men answered and quickly left.

"Hu Yitian... Maybe I might hesitate before Dragon Three, but you? You're not even qualified..."

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at Wanhuang Villas in the West District. Zhang Xiaofan paid the fare and let Yin Rou Rou walk home alone.

The drug's effect had worn off, so she could walk without issue.

Yin Rou Rou seemed deeply shaken, silent and withdrawn. She left the car and headed for her villa.

"Little sister, sit at the bedside..." Just then, Zhang Xiaofan's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID—not Bai Qi. Few people knew his number, but he answered anyway.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Is this Divine Doctor Zhang? This is Ye Zhantian." A steady voice came from the other end—it was the man Zhang Xiaofan had saved earlier.

"What is it?" Even before the legendary Old Master Ye of Jinghai City, Zhang Xiaofan remained indifferent.

He didn't bother asking how the Ye family knew his number.

"I wanted to thank you properly. Do you have time?" Ye Zhantian asked politely.

"No need. I took your money; neither of us owes the other anything."

"All right. If you ever need anything from me, just call," Ye Zhantian said.

Zhang Xiaofan ended the conversation and hung up.

Meanwhile, in Hu Dao's villa, Hu Yitian's face was dark with rage. His only son had been kicked so badly he might never father children.

"Find out who did this!" Hu Yitian roared. His men shivered in fear.

"Boss, it's that kid!" said a subordinate after checking the security footage.

"Who?"

"The high school student we wanted to deal with!"

"I'll make him wish he were dead! Move up the plan! Find out where he lives—I want his entire family to pay!"

The next morning, after breakfast, Zhang Xiaofan took Wang Yuqing to school.

Arriving at Jinghai High, he saw a figure waiting at the gate. As soon as Zhang Xiaofan appeared, the person hurried toward him.

Wasn't this the girl with the sword from yesterday?

Was she here to fight him again?

"Little girl, you go to class first," Zhang Xiaofan told Wang Yuqing.

Wang Yuqing was obedient now. Not only was Zhang Xiaofan tough and handsome, he'd bought her a phone. She kept calling him Brother Fan and was already planning what bag she'd ask for next.

"I've been waiting for you," Yuehen said, approaching.

"What's the matter, beauty? Let me tell you, I have to go to class—I don't have time to fight," Zhang Xiaofan sidestepped her.

"What will it take to save my teacher?" Yuehen asked directly. Last night, Feng Qingyang had exhausted every connection, all to no avail.

She now understood how precious the Spirit Nourishing Stone was—impossible to find in the mundane world, and even if one existed, it would be like searching for a needle in the ocean.

She couldn't watch Feng Qingyang die.

He had raised her, brought her to this city, taught her martial arts. She regarded him as family.

"Without the Spirit Nourishing Stone, I won't help," Zhang Xiaofan replied firmly.

"If you save my master, I'll spend a night with you," Yuehen declared, determined.

"You are indeed beautiful, but I'm not about to risk my life for a woman I've only met twice," Zhang Xiaofan said. "Your offer doesn't tempt me in the slightest."

"If there's nothing else, I need to go to class." Zhang Xiaofan didn't want to get entangled with her. He wasn't obligated to risk his life for her teacher.

Zhang Xiaofan wasn't heartless, but it depended on the person. To risk his life for someone he barely knew would be idiotic.

Yuehen stamped her foot in frustration.

She thought Zhang Xiaofan's lecherous demeanor meant he'd agree if she offered herself for a night.

She had underestimated him. He might flirt and tease, but he had principles. If he chased every beauty he saw, what would make him different from a beast?

Among countless flowers, one must choose the most exquisite bloom.

"You lot, keep an eye out. When school ends, find out where this kid lives," a group of thugs watched Zhang Xiaofan enter the campus from nearby.

Today, Yin Rou Rou had taken leave and didn’t come to school. Only Zhang Xiaofan knew why.

Now, Zhang Xiaofan was a celebrity in Class 2 of Grade 12. When he entered the classroom, everyone greeted him enthusiastically. The difference from when he first arrived was like night and day.

No wonder, in such a short time, he’d fought dozens alone, defeated Bai Qi—the leader of the Four Kings—and made him his follower, then pummeled the Liu family’s scion.

Such glorious feats weren’t achieved by ordinary people.

Now, Zhang Xiaofan was the idol of the boys and the secret crush of the girls. He’d received many little notes, full of heartfelt words, yet none of the authors made him want to look twice.

"Wow, look, that's Nangong Haotian... so handsome!"

"Oh my god, why is he coming to our class?"

Suddenly, excited cries erupted by the window. Everyone turned to see a tall, slender youth in a white shirt strolling in.

His height was impressive, but more striking was his face—fairer than a woman's, his skin delicate, his eyes mysterious and captivating.

Such a man was a heartbreaker for girls everywhere.

Nangong Haotian smiled and walked straight to Zhang Xiaofan.

How strange—had this kid offended Nangong Haotian?

As Nangong Haotian approached Zhang Xiaofan, the class’s students all watched curiously. Did they know each other?

"Zhang Xiaofan?" Nangong Haotian smiled at him.

Zhang Xiaofan nodded, equally puzzled. Who was this guy, coming to see him so early? Still, the kid was good-looking. Zhang Xiaofan felt he was a bit more masculine, but there was no need for envy.

"Heh, I’m Nangong Haotian. Glad to meet you here..." Nangong Haotian said, extending his hand.

Seeing the hand, fairer and softer than a woman’s, Zhang Xiaofan frowned slightly.

"Do we know each other?" He made no move to shake.

He wasn’t someone who casually shook hands, especially not with a man—a man who looked rather like a GAY.

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan leave Nangong Haotian’s hand hanging, the followers behind Nangong Haotian scowled and were about to teach Zhang Xiaofan a lesson, but Nangong Haotian stopped them.

"We didn’t before, but now we can. I’m a close friend of Xuan Yuan Wuqing..." Nangong Haotian’s smile remained warm.

"Xuan Yuan Wuqing? Never heard of him."

Zhang Xiaofan was completely bewildered. Who in the world was Xuan Yuan Wuqing? What was all this about?