Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 645

Chapter 645: Chapter 645

What do people do when they are on the brink of panic? Yang Fan had no personal experience.

But as he looked at the current state of the man and woman, he still felt somewhat baffled.

Shouldn’t they cover themselves up a bit at a time like this?

Especially the woman.

Doesn’t she realize that she’s completely exposed at this moment?

However, the girl is indeed quite a sight.

Fair, balanced, tender...

Yang Fan quickly glanced twice, then averted his eyes.

"Put on your clothes, get down from the bed!"

The woman’s dazed gaze stiffly turned towards Yang Fan, her voice trembling with a sob, "Big brother, can you... can you clarify a little? Should I put on a shirt or pants, what kind of posture should I take, tell me?"

"As long as you don’t hurt us, I, I will cooperate."

Yang Fan rubbed his forehead, "I don’t need you to do anything, just put on your clothes and get down from the bed, because I need the sheets."

He had already told these two to help tie up the two masked men, but they looked as if they had lost their souls, completely unresponsive, leaving Yang Fan no choice but to do it himself.

"Big brother, you won’t harm me... oh, okay, okay, okay." The woman quickly closed her legs and jumped off the bed.

But, she still forgot to put her clothes on.

Yang Fan shook his head helplessly.

Never mind, suit yourself, if you like displaying yourself, just keep doing that.

Lifting the quilt, Yang Fan quickly ripped off the sheets and dragged the two masked men together and tied up their hands and feet.

These two rascals liked to take advantage of the situation to bully others, so Yang Fan provided a bit of convenience by bundling their faces close together. They could easily kiss each other if they opened their eyes.

After finishing all this, Yang Fan turned to the young man with hair shaved like a dog had gnawed it, "Have you come back to your senses yet? Can you move now?"

The man nodded repeatedly, but his expression was still somewhat stiff.

He looked as if he was indeed frightened to the point of losing his soul.

"If you can move, help me with something," Yang Fan said, "There are two of their companions downstairs, rush down and shout out that someone is being murdered, then lure those two guys up here, can you do that?"

"I... I... can." The young man hesitantly nodded.

"Since you can, then go." Yang Fan fiercely took a drag of his cigarette, extinguished the butt in an ashtray nearby, then lit another one, continuing to inhale deeply.

In times like these, this stuff helps keep his mind clear and calm.

The young man staggered to his feet and stumbled out of the room.

Yang Fan placed two daggers at his side, took a glance, and picked up one, wiping the blood off with some tissue paper. It wasn’t a matter of being squeamish, but the handle felt slippery with blood, which could impact his performance later.

The young woman in her early twenties stood nearby with her head down, although she made no moves, her demeanor was filled with tension and apprehension, seemingly even suppressing her breathing deliberately.

Through the haze of smoke, Yang Fan glanced at her and said, "Put your clothes on, I don’t need such favors."

"You... I... I’m like this, you see," the woman stuttered.

"As long as you don’t hurt the two of us, I am willing to cooperate with everything else."

Yang Fan furrowed his brows, why does she keep thinking he’s a bad person?

Just because he saved them both, sparing them further harm, did that make him better than those two masked men?

"Put it on," Yang Fan said, "I’m not planning to do anything to you two, nor am I any bad entity."

"Additionally, next time you book a room to handle business, try not to scream so loudly. The trouble you two ran into today was entirely because your actions were too boisterous and got picked up by these two guys."

The woman bit her lip, nodded several times in quick succession, and then hastily pulled on her dress.

"Thank you!"

After quickly slipping on a dress, she bowed to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan stopped the woman’s gesture with a raised hand, hastily grabbed the knife from the table, and moved swiftly to the door.

"Find a place to hide first." Seeing the fearless woman following him, Yang Fan quickly whispered.

It seemed as if she had lost her soul just now, yet now she was even in the mood to join the commotion.

Hearing this, the woman quickly went into the inner room and crouched beside the bedside table.

Disordered footsteps came from the hallway.

"Kid, you better not have lied to us, or you’re going to pay!" A man’s voice rang out.

"Yes, there really was a murder, I was just about to yell... call the front desk, I didn’t know you guys were together..."

This voice sounded like that young man who was just scared witless.

Yang Fan leaned against the doorframe, squinted his eyes, listened as the footsteps got closer, and silently adjusted his breathing.

Here they come!

As soon as the footsteps reached the door, Yang Fan burst out like a cheetah with wide-open eyes.

As he moved, he waved the two knives in his hands simultaneously.

But awkwardly, as Yang Fan burst out, the young man who was originally walking at the back suddenly sidestepped in front of Yang Fan. Yang Fan’s well-planned attack to strike down two people with his knives was completely blocked by this move.

Yang Fan, committed to his forward momentum, had no choice but to sharply pull back, retracting half a step and unloading the force meant to swing out from his arms, staggering violently before he could stabilize himself.

This idiot!

Yang Fan was infuriated.

The guy’s sidestep seemed almost intentional.

"Oh, so it is you, kid. You’ve got quite the nerve!" a masked man shouted with wide eyes.

The young man realized his mistake and hurriedly stepped forward, urgently explaining, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, I... I..."

Just as Yang Fan was about to take advantage of the situation, he was blocked again.

This almost made Yang Fan lose his cool and slash this guy first.

What are you doing mixing in the front in a brawl, where three people and four knives are involved?

"Get out of the way!" Yang Fan slapped the young man aside, bent at the waist, feinted a move toward the right-sided masked man and viciously chopped down at the masked man on the left who had just spoken.

However, just as the blade was about to strike, he swung a backhanded slash at the right-sided masked man’s arm.

This guy was just raising his knife preparing to strike Yang Fan’s back.

With these consecutive feints, Yang Fan successfully landed a sneaky slash.

After landing a hit, Yang Fan didn’t linger, and immediately retreated two steps.

The corridor was narrow, and the two men nearly blocked it completely, one on each side.

Yang Fan needed to ensure he had enough room to maneuver, to avoid being wedged between them.

"Hiss..."

The right-sided masked man, clutching his bleeding shoulder, grimaced and shouted, "You little beast, pretty ruthless with your swing, still got the guts to kill, huh? Looks like the intel that bastard gave us is a bit off! Boss, this job, we need a raise!"