Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 624

Chapter 624: Chapter 624

As Yang Fan swiftly subdued Lu Qiuyang with a lightning-fast strike, Wang Daqiang also had another individual pinned to the ground. His opponent seemed to have some fighting skills as well, exchanging several moves with Wang Daqiang.

But it was clear that Wang Daqiang’s methods were more ruthless. With just a few strikes, he completely incapacitated the middle-aged man, knocking him unconscious on the ground, rendering him powerless to retaliate.

Although Yang Fan did not lend a hand, he kept an eye on the situation with Wang Daqiang.

Only after Wang Daqiang had dealt with the middle-aged man did Yang Fan completely relax. He gave Wang Daqiang a look, signaling to watch the door and keep an eye on Yao Wei, while he focused his attention on confronting Lu Qiuyang.

"Brother, to tell you the truth, I’ve made too many enemies to keep track of them all. I simply can’t figure out who they might be. But since you’ve come to me, there must be a reason. It’s highly likely that we have some grudges between us," Lu Qiuyang said sincerely to Yang Fan as he gasped for breath.

"No matter how big the grudge is between us, killing me won’t do you any good. Instead, it will only land you in trouble. There’s no need for that. Money is what talks in this society, and I’m willing to pay to make this go away. Rest assured, after this, I won’t bother you again. Seeking your trouble again and causing you to come to me, that’s unnecessary for me."

"Alternatively, you could take the money and go somewhere else. But there’s absolutely no need for that. Although I, Lu Qiuyang, am no saint, I’m still rational."

Yang Fan sneered, "You do seem to have a clear awareness of yourself."

"Indeed, we don’t have any conflict between us, and I’m also puzzled as to why you’d send Hu Yu and his three goons to kill me when there’s no grudge between us."

"You’d better give me a reason that I find both reasonable and credible; otherwise, I really wouldn’t mind sending you off. You have the ability to kill, and it doesn’t make a difference to me if I kill you."

Lu Qiuyang looked at Yang Fan in shock, his face suddenly changing, "It’s you!"

"So you figured out who I am so quickly, that’s good. It saves me a lot of trouble," said Yang Fan. "Now think carefully and give me an answer. If you do, I’ll let you go. We have no real grudge between us, I can even consider you a lackey, I can accept that. But this is predicated on whether what you say is worth it to me."

Lu Qiuyang’s expression was complex, "It seems I have underestimated you."

Yang Fan’s expression suddenly turned cold, "You just said something pointless."

"Yes, I know it’s pointless," agreed Lu Qiuyang, nodding his head. "Here’s the thing, you don’t need to dig too deeply into this matter. I can give you a sum of money to resolve this grudge between us, and then you can take the money and start over somewhere else. There’s no point in digging to the bottom of this. Running away is your best option."

"I haven’t learned how to be a shrinking turtle," said Yang Fan coldly. "This is your last chance, I urge you to consider carefully. You have to decide whether to die or to tell me the truth honestly."

Lu Qiuyang shook his head, "That person, you can’t handle them, and I dare not offend them! Saying his name would mean both of us have to die, and there’s truly no need for that. Brother, take my advice, if I could, I would tell you, but I really can’t."

Without a moment’s hesitation, Yang Fan grabbed Lu Qiuyang’s other hand and made a slash across his wrist.

Suddenly, crimson blood gushed from the wrist.

Only then did Yang Fan notice that the wound on Lu Qiuyang’s right wrist had miraculously healed already.

"What’s in your blood, to make it so thick," Yang Fan said with revulsion, slicing again as a person attempting to bleed out and die from slit wrists wouldn’t happen that fast.

In such a short interval, apart from feeling dizzy, lightheaded, and a bit of discomfort in his heart, Lu Qiuyang wouldn’t have any serious problems.

"Brother, there’s really no need for this. You’re better off not knowing that person’s name," Lu Qiuyang called out. "Knowing his name won’t do you any good at all, you would only face even more ferocious retaliation. I’m speaking the truth, brother, please take my advice."

"What you want is to resolve this matter, and what I want is to stay alive. Our goals are actually aligned at this moment. If I could talk about these things, in the state that I am now, there’s no need for me to hide anything from you."

Yang Fan stared coldly at Lu Qiuyang, "Although what you say makes sense, I don’t want to hear it. Right now, I only want to know one thing—the name of the person and why he wants to kill me."

"Also, you said something rather foolish. You all want to kill me; what could be more violent than that? After killing me, what’s next? Crush my bones and scatter my ashes?"

"You can take your time to think about it, no rush, but it seems that you don’t have much time left. You can calculate how much time you need before you die from excessive blood loss."

Yang Fan pulled over a chair and sat down in front of Lu Qiuyang, leisurely crossing one leg over the other and lighting a cigarette.

The wispy smoke veiled his face, making his expression seem even more profound.

Actually, Yang Fan was quite terrified at this moment.

But things had already reached this point, and if after another ten or twenty minutes Lu Qiuyang was still clenching his teeth and refusing to speak, then Yang Fan really had no other choice. Apart from bandaging Lu Qiuyang to save this dog’s life, there was nothing else he could do.

He absolutely couldn’t commit murder.

He couldn’t bet on such a consequence.

To take care of a problem but end up losing both himself and Wang Daqiang wasn’t worth it.

The color of Lu Qiuyang’s face was changing unpredictably.

Yang Fan was betting on time, and he was doing the same...

But the pain in the wrists of his hands, coupled with Yang Fan’s clean and decisive actions, as well as his present heavy and calm demeanor, made Lu Qiuyang dare not bet on the chance that Yang Fan was just bluffing.

If he bet wrong, his life would be completely over.

He couldn’t afford that outcome.

The pain on his wrists was making Lu Qiuyang’s mind gradually fog up as if he were getting drunk.

He knew it was because he was losing too much blood.

"It was Chen Zhong!" Lu Qiuyang suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted, "It was Chen Zhong who told me to do it."

Chen Zhong?

Yang Fan’s eyebrows suddenly shot up.

The name was familiar, yet its appearance in this matter made Yang Fan feel somewhat unfamiliar.

He indeed had a grudge against Chen Zhong; he was just surprised that the grudge came to him in this way.