Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 647

Chapter 647: Chapter 647

Yang Fan’s explanation successfully aroused the curiosity of the masked person.

"Let me see how you borrow money, you seem to have quite the method," they said.

Using his already bandaged right hand, he walked over with a knife in his grip.

A subtle viciousness flashed suddenly in Yang Fan’s eyes.

He had planned to use the money transfer as a chance to get close to and catch the two of them off guard, but hadn’t expected this fellow’s curiosity to be so strong as to actually come over and see how he borrowed money.

If you’re so eager to leap into reincarnation, Yang Fan surely wouldn’t be tender-hearted and make you wait any longer.

However, just as the chatty masked person began to move, the other one followed suit.

Yang Fan lowered his gaze, calculated briefly, then suddenly pulled out the short knife tucked under his arm and slashed at the lead masked person’s calf, striking true. Yang Fan immediately rose, reversed his hand and delivered another cut to the person’s arm, then quickly dodged and pounced toward the other masked person like a wild bull.

All these actions took place in a mere moment.

Yang Fan moved quickly enough that by the time he had already pounced on the opposing masked person, the first one had just reacted with a loud cry of pain and curse, "You son of a bitch, playing dirty... Boss, kill him, kill him... Hiss, my Achilles tendon seems to be severed."

His face contorted as he staggered and slammed into a wall, and then he stumbled and fell to the ground.

But the one he called boss was too preoccupied to heed his call.

When Yang Fan struck, he aimed to take his opponents down.

Before making a move, he could spend a long time outwitting the opposition, beating around the bush.

But once he acted, if he could take someone down in one second, he would not spend a minute doing so.

Although he didn’t touch any vital spots, he did not hesitate to land his knife on their thighs and arms.

Almost instantly as he pounced, he had unleashed seven or eight knife strikes.

Compared to the talkative fellow, the one called boss had always been seen as the biggest threat in Yang Fan’s mind.

This silent and gloomy eyed person looked like the kind who didn’t take human life seriously—a ruthless character.

The one called boss only managed to swing his knife at Yang Fan twice before falling unwillingly into a pool of blood, his eyes filled with both fear and shock.

He was not dead.

He just bled a little too much.

His arms and right leg were nearly filleted by Yang Fan.

"You bastard, I forgot to tell you just now, my money is as important as my life," Yang Fan said with a cold gaze as he glanced at the masked person called boss, then turned and gave the other masked person two more cuts with his blood-dripping knife.

Only after confirming that neither of them had the strength to get up and slash at him again did he lean against the stairwell wall, sit down, and light a cigarette.

As the smoke rose, the tension in Yang Fan’s heart gradually relaxed.

"Damn, Yang Fan, you’re truly ruthless!" the talkative masked person wailed with a wince, "Forget about the herbal medicine, join us in robbery and murder from now on, kid, you’re cut out for this line of work."

Yang Fan cast a cold glance at him, "If you spout any more nonsense, I’ll take your damn life!"

"Alright, alright, won’t say another word," the garrulous masked person said with a pained smile while trying to slightly lift his wrist, "I just wanted to tell you, can you bandage the two of us first? Otherwise, we really might die. I can see that you didn’t intend to kill. If we die, it would be trouble for you, too."

This guy’s mouth is tougher than his life.

Even in such a dire state, he could still talk with such eagerness—it was not an easy feat.

Yang Fan’s gaze was icy cold, staring at the masked man as if looking at a dead body for a moment before speaking indifferently, "How do you know I don’t want to kill you? For those who wish to kill me, I usually choose to let them savor the process of death."

"In my opinion, dying from a single stab is actually a blessing, which is not good at all. In order for you to truly feel the process of death, I would rather go to a bit more trouble."

The chatterbox with the masked face was stunned.

Those eyes, which seemed somewhat pure, gradually clouded over with a layer of gloom.

Yang Fan sneered, not bothering to talk further, and walked into the room with a cigarette in his mouth.

He was worried Zhang Yulan would choose to call the police.

Such matters still needed to be somewhat concealed, even though what he did was essentially in self-defense.

But there was too much leeway in handling such incidents, and Yang Fan worried about the possibility of something happening beyond his control.

In the room, the woman was sitting by the window, with Zhang Yulan squatting beside her.

Both women’s faces were excessively panicky, like a scared deer caught in headlights.

"It’s over now," Yang Fan said, squeezing out a trace of a smile.

Physically, he felt fine at the moment, but psychologically, he was somewhat drained after the bloodshed and fighting.

Zhang Yulan hurried out of the aisle between the bed and window, grabbing Yang Fan’s arm, "Fanzi, are you okay?"

Yang Fan shook his head, "I’m fine, emotionally stable, in good shape."

"Your waist..." Zhang Yulan suddenly lowered her head towards Yang Fan’s waist, pursing her lips tightly.

There was a ghastly wound, with the flesh rolled back.

Only then did Yang Fan look down and suddenly feel the pain.

"I didn’t even realize it hurt," Yang Fan said with a wry smile and shake of his head.

It must have been the masked man, called the boss, who had slashed him just now.

Yang Fan was so tense that he hadn’t even realized he’d been knifed in the waist.

The wound was quite deep, reaching about half a finger’s depth.

If it had been any deeper, it probably would have hit his kidney.

"It’s nothing, just a scratch, it’s not a big deal," Yang Fan said.

Zhang Yulan’s complexion alternated between red and white as she looked around for something to bandage Yang Fan’s wound. Not finding anything suitable after several glances around, she grew so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Fanzi, does it hurt?"

Yang Fan shook his head, "Honestly, if you hadn’t seen it, I wouldn’t have realized I’d been stabbed. Until now, I actually thought I took down four men without a scratch."

"Sister Lan, stop worrying about me for now, we need to deal with this mess first. Find someone to tie up loose ends, I’ll call the police. These guys are all seriously injured, we need to avoid getting bitten back by Chen Zhong."

"I’ll find someone to take you to the hospital first, and I’ll handle the aftermath," Zhang Yulan said regaining her composure.

Yang Fan held Zhang Yulan’s hand, shaking his head earnestly, "Sister Lan, listen to me, I can heal in peace only once this matter is quickly settled. Let’s hurry."

"You stubborn guy, alright, I’ll do as you say," Zhang Yulan said helplessly.