Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 644

Chapter 644: Chapter 644

Yang Fan’s plan was to first deal with the two scumbags upstairs, then draw the two bastards below up.

The receptionist is now being held hostage by them. If he directly confronts the two below, they could threaten with the receptionist’s life, and Yang Fan would surely hesitate.

By taking care of the two upstairs first and then luring the ones below up, Yang Fan could gain some initiative to a certain extent.

Moving stealthily, controlling his footsteps, Yang Fan climbed to the sixth floor.

This was the topmost level.

As soon as he reached the stairwell, he saw the two masked men.

These two were crouching at the doorway of a room, whispering something to each other.

The room was about ten steps away from Yang Fan’s position, and he couldn’t hear much of anything.

But seeing the secretive demeanor of the two, they were clearly up to no good—probably eavesdropping. Busy with tracking down others, they still had the leisure to eavesdrop on conversations; rather idle, indeed.

Just then, one of the masked men suddenly raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Yang Fan: ?

What are they up to now?

While he was wondering, the door of that room was opened.

In the instant the door was opened, the two masked men didn’t say a word—one of them swung his knife while the other swiftly kicked out, and then both charged in with the speed of an arrow.

Bang!

The door was closed again.

Yang Fan quickly moved over and hid on one side of the door.

Intermittent noises came out from the room.

There were a man’s pleas for mercy, curses, and a woman’s piercing cries.

What was going on needed no further explanation.

Clearly, those two scumbags had been spurred into action by their eavesdropping, and then burst in.

The woman inside could never have imagined that her loud cries would bring such an unmerited disaster upon herself.

Yang Fan pressed his ear to the door to listen, hesitated, and then hesitated some more before knocking on the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"What do you want?" The door didn’t open; only a very annoyed voice emerged.

Yang Fan spoke loudly: "Errand boy, adult products, come take it quickly."

"Don’t need it, scram!" the person inside shouted impatiently.

Yang Fan’s disguise seemed to have no effect, and at this point, a murmured consultation came faintly from inside.

Another voice asked: "What’s inside?"

"Don’t know, it’s packaged," Yang Fan shouted.

"Bring it in!" the person inside shouted.

It looked like the two criminals weren’t entirely in agreement.

One wanted to see what toy it was, while the other didn’t want any complications.

Click, the door was opened a crack.

Yang Fan, in the moment the latch was drawn, fiercely kicked out.

With this kick, he unleashed the full power of his Inner Qi, aiming to incapacitate his target with a single blow.

With a loud bang, the door and the person behind it were both slammed against the wall.

Yang Fan’s kick was forceful and heavy, dislodging the door entirely.

Yang Fan couldn’t be bothered with these matters, and after stomping heavily twice on the masked man pinned by the door to ensure he couldn’t retaliate, he pounced forward with the ferocity of a tiger or leopard.

The other masked man was not at the door, seemingly already back in the room.

Two steps into the inner room, Yang Fan was stunned by the scene before him.

He felt like his soul had been struck by something evil, as if it was about to explode.

He saw a masked person in a peeing stance, while a very young man, who also looked to be in his twenties, was half-squatting in front of him. The masked person’s knife was on the young man’s head, shaving his hair.

The masked person was facing the large bed, laughing lewdly and unrestrainedly.

And on the bed, a woman dressed in a transparent garment was holding her feet apart with both hands...

Yang Fan was bewildered.

This perverse creature seemed to be indulging in a rather novel form of play.

Having a woman serve in such a manner while a man watched, Yang Fan had seen plenty of that in movies.

That inherently despicable and evil Yi Clan really enjoyed doing such things.

However, a man being on top while a woman performed movements on the side... that was frankly outrageous.

Yang Fan was somewhat at a loss as to whether this masked pervert was into men or women.

If you were to say he liked men, yet, he allowed the woman to make grand gestures.

But if you were to say he liked women,

Generally, those without any special kinks can’t stand being manipulated by the same sex like this...

No matter how it felt in reality, visually it was absolutely repulsive.

"Yang Fan?!" The masked person suddenly shouted, his mouth immediately twisting into a brazen smirk, "Well, well, I’ve been painstakingly searching for you, and here you come knocking at my door. Come now, don’t resist, give me your life."

As he spoke, he kicked the young man in front of him away and, knife in hand, charged towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan had just been worrying that this bastard might take the young man hostage.

Seeing this, his heart settled, facing the heavily swinging machete.

Yang Fan grabbed the kettle on the table and splashed its contents out hard.

It was a kettle of hot water; he had noticed it as soon as he rushed in.

The hot water drenched the masked person from head to toe, his body steaming, and he bawled out with pain.

Yang Fan seized the opportunity to close in and slammed a heavy punch into the masked man’s belly. Then, with a quick sweep of his right hand, he slashed the back of the masked man’s wrist.

In the instant blood spurted out, he snatched the chopping knife from the masked man’s hand.

Having disarmed the scoundrel, Yang Fan’s anxious heart instantly settled quite a bit.

He then threw several forceful punches in quick succession.

He only stopped when the masked man was lying on the ground, curling up.

In fact, that kettle of hot water, combined with his punch, had already rendered this tall and burly masked man immobile. After that, the guy was just serving as a punching bag for Yang Fan, completely unable to fight back.

Having dealt with the masked man, Yang Fan turned back to look at the man pinned under the door.

That guy seemed to be in a worse state, passing in and out of consciousness, barely hanging on to life.

Yang Fan lifted the busted door, and that seemed to slightly improve the man’s complexion.

As it happened, the door handle had coincidentally caught right on his chest.

If it had been stuck like that for any longer, he might actually have lost his life.

Seeing that both individuals were no longer a threat to him, Yang Fan finally took a long breath.

It seemed he could indeed fight rather well.

The damage inflicted with his full Inner Qi was truly not minor.

With a slight tremor in his wrist, Yang Fan lit a cigarette and looked at the man and woman who were apparently scared stiff.

"Do me a favor, tear off the bedsheet and tie up these two!" Yang Fan said.

Until this moment, the man and woman were still holding the same positions as before, without the slightest change.