Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 643

Chapter 643: Chapter 643

Yang Fan’s caution was not superfluous; this time, his intuition and carefulness truly saved his and Zhang Yulan’s lives.

If they had been careless just now and failed to notice that scene, the two of them would have definitely been trapped in the room by those people.

Yang Fan vigilantly watched the outside, paying close attention to the movements of those masked individuals.

He now seriously suspected that the car parked on the road was also part of their group.

Under normal circumstances, a group committing violence would also need someone to secretly keep watch and observe the surroundings.

Apart from that one car, which had so far remained still, Fanzi saw no other vehicles or people around, which made it seem likely to be a lookout car.

"Fanzi, those people have gone inside. Let’s hurry and leave," Zhang Yulan urged in a low voice.

Yang Fan glanced around and hesitated whether to take a gamble.

The wall of the old courtyard was rather high, nearly four meters, Fanzi could probably get over it by himself, but he could not manage to help Yulan over.

"Wait a moment," Yang Fan said in a deep voice after watching for a while.

His eyes flickered with a fierce glint, and his aura quietly tightened.

He was preparing for a confrontation.

If that car outside really belonged to their lookout, the two of them wouldn’t get far and would be in an even more passive situation.

Hiding in this place now, at least he had the advantage of the terrain.

Zhang Yulan said anxiously, "Fanzi, what are we waiting for? If we wait any longer, they’ll find out that we’re not in the room. Then they’ll know we came out the back door and will definitely find us here."

Yang Fan pointed at the car by the roadside that had its high beams on but showed no reaction and said softly, "I suspect that car is their lookout. If we go out now, we’ll surely be trapped front and back by them."

"Although this is just a guess, I feel there’s a 70-80% chance. That car parked there after we arrived and there hasn’t been any reaction since then, nor has anyone come out of the car. Don’t you think it’s suspicious?"

"What if it’s just..." Zhang Yulan began, but trailed off, then weakly continued, "Okay, we really can’t gamble on that ’what if’ right now. Fanzi, what do you plan to do now?"

"Find a place to hide. I’m going to deal with those masked guys and face them head-on," Yang Fan said in a resolute tone.

Zhang Yulan was taken aback, "Fanzi, have you lost your mind? Not only do they have knives, but there are also four of them."

"Don’t worry, I’m fairly confident; I’m not bad in a fight," Yang Fan assured with a comforting smile.

"Fanzi, don’t overdo it or be reckless. Let’s wait, surely there are other ways. Let me think it over, it’s just a case of being caught between a rock and a hard place... give me a moment to think," Zhang Yulan murmured anxiously.

"It’s fine, don’t worry too much, I do have a certain level of confidence," Yang Fan said.

His fighting skills seemed to be quite good now.

Even though he didn’t know any fancy moves, the strength in his punches was substantial, and the average person could hardly bear it.

"Stop, wait!" Seeing Yang Fan getting ready to leave, Zhang Yulan hastily grabbed his arm.

"Don’t do anything rash, I’m not letting you do this."

Yang Fan pressed Zhang Yulan’s soft hand gently and said in a serious tone, "Find a place to hide quickly, I heard someone stepping on the metal stairs, someone must be coming out. Hurry up, don’t think about anything else."

"I..." Zhang Yulan glanced nervously in the direction of the stairwell, bit her lip fiercely, and then said, "Okay, but be very careful, I want you to stay alive, I haven’t had enough fun with you yet, you are not allowed to die."

Yang Fan chuckled, "It’s me who plays with you, don’t get the order mixed up."

"Yes, but if you die, there’ll be nothing left to play with," Zhang Yulan retorted lightly.

Yang Fan gently patted the back of Zhang Yulan’s hand with a smile, "Hide quickly."

Zhang Yulan looked at Yang Fan with complex eyes and nodded firmly.

Yang Fan watched as Zhang Yulan stealthily ducked behind a car before he tiptoed closer to the stairwell.

The footsteps inside were very chaotic, someone was furiously shouting, "You guys leave doors to rooms that guests aren’t staying in unlocked, what is wrong with you?"

"Big brother, our place is quite damp, so if we close the doors and windows, it’s easy for moisture to build up, if the doors are open... it’s less likely to smell, which means guests have a better stay, and we get more repeat customers..."

It was the voice of the woman at the front desk.

It seemed like she was being held hostage by those four men.

From their conversation, it appeared that they suspected Yang Fan and Zhang Yulan might be hiding in one of the rooms.

Slap!

The crisp sound of a slap echoed.

Then a man’s roar followed, "Cut the crap, which rooms were originally unoccupied, hurry up and take us there. If we don’t find that man and woman today, I’m going to slaughter you."

"Big brother, I’m leading the way, why are you so hot-tempered," the receptionist muttered feebly.

It sounded like the receptionist had just been slapped.

Yang Fan thought that if these people couldn’t find him and Zhang Yulan, their first thought would have been the parking lot behind the hotel.

But unexpectedly, they assumed the two had taken shelter in an empty room first.

The way people think really can be quite different from one another.

Their assumption inadvertently gave Yang Fan more time to prepare.

"Old Niu, you two, check the upper floors, kill them if you find them," commanded a male voice once again.

"Got it!"

Someone responded.

Yang Fan raised an eyebrow, they were splitting up?

Good opportunity.

Listening to the footsteps fading in the corridor, Yang Fan quietly peeked out, then crept up following them. From their earlier conversation, it seemed that two people had gone to the upper floors, while the other two continued searching the lower floors with the receptionist.

Although the hotel was mediocre in every aspect, it had quite a few stories, about six or seven levels.

Beneath from the second floor, above from the top.

The time they reconvene would be Yang Fan’s chance.

Yang Fan was extremely cautious, creeping up to the third floor without making a sound.

At the other end of the corridor, a masked man was standing with a knife, beside an open room.

Yang Fan checked with a glance, then swiftly retracted his head.

Damn it!

These bastards were so vigilant.

While some were searching inside, others were keeping watch outside.

With their cautious style, Yang Fan was now almost certain that the car outside belonged to them.

Even if it wasn’t that car, there must also be their people keeping watch nearby.

They left someone to look out even when searching rooms; there is no way they would commit a violent act in the hotel without keeping a few lookouts outside to monitor the situation.

Hunched down, Yang Fan stealthily skirted around the corner of the stairs, more thief-like than an actual thief.