Chapter 5: Escape?

Zhang Long was momentarily stunned, gazing at Song Tiancheng as he entered the room. Then, understanding the situation, he quickly halted what he was doing.

"Young Master Song, so that's how it is."

Chen Fan's gaze followed suit, looking at Meng Rongrong, his eldest sister, as she entered with a man in a suit. The man in the suit must be Song Tiancheng, he guessed. Damn, he certainly didn't look like a good person.

Meng Rongrong, worry etched across her face, walked up to Chen Fan.

"Xiao Fan, they didn't do anything to you, did they?"

Chen Fan smiled knowingly and replied lightly, "It's nothing, Sister. I am just a bit hungry right now. I'd like to eat your noodles."

When they were children in the orphanage, Meng Rongrong had always been the most mature, cooking simple meals for Chen Fan and the other sisters in secret. Chen Fan's words struck a chord deep in Meng Rongrong's heart, and she fought to keep her tears at bay.

"Good boy, Xiao Fan. I'll take you home soon," Meng Rongrong said, tidying his hair, then turned toward the desk.

Chen Fan was slightly taken aback. Had his eldest sister reached some kind of agreement with Song Tiancheng? He didn't stop her.

Meng Rongrong found a small box beneath a thick stack of documents. She bit her lower lip, the reluctance and regret plain on her face. After all, the Xpail file represented a year's worth of research and dedication for the whole company! And now she was about to hand it over to Song Tiancheng. She couldn't accept it. But for Chen Fan, she had no choice.

"Song Tiancheng, I hope that after handing you this file, you will honor our agreement. And don't let anyone else get their hands on it," Meng Rongrong said.

Chen Fan's heart jolted. So this was the Xpail file. His sister had agreed to give it to Song Tiancheng? For his sake? Really…?

Four words surfaced in Chen Fan's mind: No need for this.

Song Tiancheng's smile could no longer be concealed. Damn, this was ten billion dollars right here!

Meng Rongrong took a step forward, and Song Tiancheng grew even more excited. But as she passed Chen Fan, he swiftly snatched the file from her hand.

Meng Rongrong jumped in surprise.

"Xiao Fan?"

Chen Fan's lips curled into a slight smile. "Sister, this is your file. Why give it to someone else?"

Meng Rongrong was stunned. Song Tiancheng burst out laughing. Damn, this kid really was clueless! Why give it away? Obviously because of you, you jinx!

"Boy, hurry up and let your sister give me the file. Otherwise, you'll be locked up for several years," Song Tiancheng threatened.

Chen Fan's expression changed dramatically. Damn, this guy was arrogant! Even Meng Rongrong hurriedly tugged at his shoulder.

"Xiao Fan, give it to them. It's just a file. It doesn't matter to me."

Chen Fan gently patted her shoulder. He wasn't a fool. Threats? The thing he hated most in life was being threatened.

"Sister, don't worry. Leave everything to me."

With those words, Chen Fan's figure moved like a phantom. Wang Long instinctively shouted, "Protect Young Master Song!"

But by the time he and his men reacted, it was too late. Chen Fan's fist smashed into Song Tiancheng's shoulder, and his right hand locked tightly around Song Tiancheng's neck.

"You're Song Tiancheng, right? You really are quite the player. Stealing from your own side, taking advantage of others, crying thief to catch thief. Did well in school, didn't you? Seems you really mastered the Art of War."

Chen Fan tightened his grip slightly, eliciting a heart-wrenching scream from Song Tiancheng.

Meng Rongrong moved, intending to stop Chen Fan, but Zhang Siying held her back and shook her head, whispering, "Rongrong, do you think your brother is a fool? He must have a plan. Better not interfere, or you might cause him trouble."

After a few seconds, Meng Rongrong stood frozen in place.

Wang Long was dumbfounded. Damn, he'd never seen such audacity before. Beating someone right in front of the police? How dare he!

"Boy, let go of Young Master Song! Otherwise, I have the authority to shoot you dead!"

Oh?

Chen Fan cast a sardonic glance at Wang Long, tightening his hold on Song Tiancheng. Song Tiancheng's face turned crimson, and he could barely speak. Chen Fan ignored him—he wouldn't die, after all.

"Go ahead, draw your gun. See if you shoot me first, or if you kill your master's dog first."

Wang Long was furious. "Outrageous!"

He drew his gun, released the safety, chambered a round. His team did the same. A dozen cold black muzzles pointed at Chen Fan.

Yet Chen Fan showed no fear. On the contrary, his calm demeanor grew increasingly imposing, giving off an almost transcendent air. As if those guns weren't aimed at him at all.

Chen Fan smiled wryly and ignored them, turning to Meng Rongrong.

"Sister, what time is it?"

Meng Rongrong raised her eyebrows and replied, "Eleven o'clock."

Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Good, he should still be able to make it home in time for his sister's noodles at noon. Damn… Where was Ye Xiu? Couldn't find him? Forty minutes had already passed! Hurry up, your chance for glory is here.

Wang Long swallowed, looking at Song Tiancheng's face, which was twisted with agony. Panic set in. If anything happened to Song Tiancheng, not only would he lose his position as captain, even his life wouldn't be safe—Song family would never let him live.

"Chen Fan, let go of Young Master Song! Song San's death is connected to you. But as long as you surrender, we'll still give you a chance. Otherwise, the building is sealed tight—you can't escape!"

Chen Fan smiled faintly. He heard the sound of synchronized footsteps—definitely not ordinary people. So they were here.

Just as he expected, a cold voice echoed from the corridor.

"Why should Chen Fan run?"