Chapter 11: The Objective!

Opening his eyes, he saw a strong hand gripping Johnson’s arm.

“Well, what’s this? A grown man raising his hand against a young woman?”

Chen Fan frowned slightly, sizing Johnson up and down.

Good heavens, brother, you really are ugly.

Earlier this morning, I saw Song San—his looks were already outrageous, and now you show up. My worldview is being shattered! One is uglier than the next. It’s truly remarkable.

“Who are you?” Johnson’s gaze latched onto Chen Fan, cold and piercing. His eyes were already gloomy and intimidating; a single glance was enough to scare most people.

But at this moment, Chen Fan hesitated.

“Brother, don’t tell me you’re cross-eyed?”

Johnson: ??

Cross-eyed? What does that mean...

A burst of laughter escaped from Shao Zining.

Honestly, this man who’d just stepped in to block Johnson was rather amusing. And for some reason, Shao Zining felt a sense of familiarity from him, something warm and close. He was handsome, too. Her first impression of him soared.

“My name is Johnson. This is my partner.” Johnson’s tone was threatening. “Boy, I advise you not to stand in my way. Otherwise, you’d better sleep lightly tonight.”

Chen Fan made a spitting gesture.

Please, do you really think you can scare me?

The old master coughed. “Disciple, you are...”

Just then, Song Shaocheng jogged over, casting a glance at Chen Fan first.

“Sir, apologies, but this is the set for our film crew. May I ask which actor you’re visiting?”

Chen Fan smiled faintly and pointed to Shao Zining beside him.

“I’m here for her.”

He was here for Shao Zining?

Suddenly, Johnson, the plump director, and Song Shaocheng all wore expressions of confusion.

Johnson had assumed Chen Fan was simply meddling out of a sense of justice.

The fat director was startled—could this be Shao Zining’s boyfriend?

Song Shaocheng was merely surprised.

As for Shao Zining herself, her bewilderment was written all over her face.

“Sir, I don’t think we know each other, do we?”

The atmosphere instantly chilled.

Johnson burst out laughing.

“Boy, if you’re going to make up a story, at least make it believable.”

“Beautiful Zining says she doesn’t know you.”

“Get lost, now.”

The fat director and Song Shaocheng were just as confused. Chen Fan seemed so confident—it didn’t look like he was lying!

The worst is when the air suddenly gets quiet.

Shao Zining blinked her big eyes, studying Chen Fan’s face. So familiar! He seemed a few years younger than her.

“Shall we find a room and talk?” Chen Fan looked at Johnson; he’d overheard enough just now. This man wanted to force his second sister into filming with him. Truly, a toad lusting after a swan.

Has no one told him that forced fruit is never sweet?

“Oh?” Johnson smirked. “Fine, kid. Let me teach you a saying from your Dragon Country: ‘Don’t puff yourself up to look big.’”

Johnson pointed toward his own lounge.

He agreed, but only because he intended to pin down this meddler who had ruined his plans. He’d nearly succeeded just moments ago! Damn kid!

Before leaving, Johnson shot a vicious glare at Shao Zining.

“Beautiful Zining, mark my words—you won’t escape. All my fans know we’re collaborating. If you break the contract now, my fans will ruin your future in show business.”

Hearing this, a faint smile curled Chen Fan’s lips.

He leaned close to Shao Zining’s ear and spoke gently.

“Second Sister, wait for me. I’ll be right back.”

His breath brushed her neck, and she was struck as if by lightning, frozen in place! She stared after Chen Fan’s departing figure.

Xiao Fan?

In the next instant, she saw the scar on the right side of his neck.

At that moment, a tidal wave surged in her heart.

She stood quietly, letting no one see her turmoil.

Johnson’s lounge was a sealed room, rented by Song Shaocheng for Johnson’s convenience.

Once inside, Chen Fan sat directly on the bed.

Johnson’s eyes narrowed; he clearly disliked Chen Fan sitting on his bed. Only he and beautiful women were allowed there. Anyone else deserved death.

He was about to question Chen Fan, but was stunned into silence by Chen Fan’s words.

“Johnson, that name rings a bell. Are you under Poseidon or Ares?”

Poseidon. Ares.

Johnson froze, then instantly became alert, his eyes locked on Chen Fan.

“You—are you with the Dragon Squad?”

Chen Fan was baffled.

Come on, I’m so handsome—do I look like a Dragon Squad member? My aura clearly says I’m from Kunlun Mountain, right? Still, using the Dragon Squad as a cover wasn’t a bad idea. Surely Ye Xiu wouldn’t mind.

“Dragon Squad, Earth Division—Mad Dragon.”

“Johnson? Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Chen Fan grabbed the water cup beside the bed and hurled it hard at Johnson’s face.

Johnson twisted away, but Chen Fan’s fist followed instantly, smashing directly into Johnson’s stomach.

“Ah!” Suddenly, Johnson’s insides churned violently. The world spun.

Right then, Johnson wanted to cry.

Damn, this guy is lying! Dragon Squad, Earth Division? Go fool your grandmother! The Earth Division guys would run from me, let alone defeat me with a single punch!

“Tell me, what’s your real purpose here?”

“Dear Ares’s Ten Guardians.”

At some point, a token had appeared in Chen Fan’s right palm.

On it, a single bold character stood out:

“War!”