Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 648

Chapter 648: Chapter 648

No wonder Yang Fan was restless.

After all, the opponent he was facing at this moment was not an ordinary criminal but a sanctimonious hypocrite, draped in the guise of a good man and wielding power.

This guy, although not powerful enough to cover the sky with one hand in Xin’an, certainly could with half a hand.

Only when things are set in stone could Yang Fan truly lie down in peace.

Even if his back was really sore right now.

But to wait for a result, he could put up with it a little longer.

Zhang Yulan took out her phone and walked to the window, speaking in a low voice.

Yang Fan also took out his phone.

But, it seemed to be busted.

His phone, tucked away in his pocket, was thoroughly stained with blood.

After wiping off the blood, it could be turned on, but the screen was unresponsive.

Yang Fan was trying to make a call, but other apps would open instead, souring his mood in an instant.

Committing a sin, got into a fight, and now even lost a phone to it.

"Let me borrow your phone," Yang Fan said to the woman who was still somewhat flustered.

"Oh... okay, sure," the woman hurriedly found her phone and handed it over.

Yang Fan picked up the phone and tried to recall Xiang Xue Ting’s number, then dialed it.

Fortunately, he had called Xiang Xue Ting often enough recently to tentatively remember her number.

"Hello, who is this?"

The call connected, Xiang Xue Ting’s somewhat stern voice came through from the other end.

"It’s me, Yang Fan, I’ve got another matter for you," Yang Fan said.

Suddenly, there was a deadly silence on the line, "Yang Fan, Yang Fan, you truly are a bastard. Did I owe you tens of millions in my past life so that I have to repay the debt in this one? Firstly, my body mysteriously ended up yours, then my feelings just as mysteriously, and the worst thing is, being treated like your servant, this is too much!"

"I was just resting, big brother, do you know how hard it is for me to get some rest?"

"... Should I call someone else to report it?" Yang Fan felt somewhat embarrassed.

He really did seem to have troubled Xiang Xue Ting a bit too often recently.

Almost every two or three days.

"Spit it out, hurry up, better not bother others," Xiang Xue Ting said, "If you transfer the call, it might end up with me again, and that’s more trouble than I need. I’m telling you, it’d better be something urgent. If you dare waste my day off with some trivial nonsense, I’m definitely going to kill you."

"I’ve had an epiphany just now; I can’t really fight you with all my might anymore, I can’t win against you in the short term. I’m going to use every trick to tease you until you can’t take it, and then just not give in, to frustrate you to death."

Yang Fan nodded in agreement, "That would certainly have me at your mercy, but I suggest when the time comes you tie up both my hands and feet, otherwise I might still let you experience the kind of pain that makes you cling to the wall, every two steps feels like a tear."

"I like that suggestion, hope you can behave when the time comes!" Xiang Xue Ting said after a pause.

Yang Fan said with a laugh: "That will depend on your methods when the time comes. But, let’s talk about that later, I’ve got an urgent matter on my side that needs handling first."

"Alright, go ahead," Xiang Xue Ting said with a hint of haughtiness.

Yang Fan briefly explained the events he encountered tonight to Xiang Xue Ting.

"Are you out of your mind or something? Such an important matter and you didn’t tell me sooner, and you even had the time to chat with me about all that nonsense? You really have too much free time. Hold on, I’ll be there right away," Xiang Xue Ting complained anxiously.

"I had to consider your feelings. It’s not easy to get a day off, and it’s gone just like that," Yang Fan said. "This matter can be delayed for a bit, it won’t get much worse. I think those two guys outside can hold on for a while longer."

"Hang up quick," Xiang Xue Ting said urgently.

Yang Fan heard hurried footsteps from Xiang Xue Ting’s side, a rapid patter of movement, and by the time the call had ended, it seemed like she was already out the door.

Zhang Yulan was still on the phone, looking rather serious.

Yang Fan glanced at her and went out to check on the situation with the two masked men.

Apart from pale faces and lips, showing signs of deficient energy and blood in their eyes, they seemed okay.

At least they were still breathing.

Of course, this was Yang Fan’s own standard for judging.

At this moment, the young victim who had been violated by the masked men walked over tremblingly.

"Big brother, I was wrong. Please, don’t kill me. I didn’t mean to do it," the young man said in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, but it seemed he mustered all his strength to utter those words.

Yang Fan furrowed his brow at the demure-looking young man, confused. "Why would I kill you?"

"I... I got in your way..." the young man replied weakly.

Yang Fan: ...

"Sorry about what happened just now, but you deserved that slap. You didn’t see the knives coming out and you still approached me. If I hadn’t realized you weren’t one of them, I might have even suspected you," Yang Fan said irritably, clearly annoyed as he brought it up.

Given the situation at the time, if he hadn’t reacted quickly, he would have definitely received a few more stabs because of this kid.

"Big brother, I was wrong. Actually, I was trying to get away, but just happened to bump into..." the young man said timidly, his voice full of fear and anxiety.

Yang Fan waved his hand dismissively, "Don’t do such stupid things in the future. Sorry about that slap earlier. It was an emergency, I had to hit you harder. If not, we both could have been stabbed, which could have been fatal."

"Big brother, I... I understand," the young man said in a scared tone, "you hitting me was nothing."

"What else could I have done to you? Were you really waiting for me to stab you to death?" Yang Fan said flatly. "The police will arrive soon. You guys are victims too. Think carefully about how you’re going to explain tonight’s events."

The young man nodded again and again. "Big brother, thank you, thank you... I definitely won’t talk nonsense, but, we are victims after all, there seems to be nothing I can say that would be considered nonsense."

"Good, as long as you know," Yang Fan said.

He was just giving a cautious reminder, with no other intention.

As one of the three witnesses tonight, his testimony would to some extent determine the nature of this case.

"Keep an eye on those two guys. If you feel they’re not going to last much longer, hurry and bandage them up," Yang Fan instructed.

The young man was startled for a moment. "Big brother, you mean to let them experience the process of dying?"

"You actually believe that? I was just saying it. I don’t do the killing," Yang Fan stated.

The young man nodded, paused for a moment, and then said hesitantly, "Big brother, by the time they can’t hold on anymore, won’t it be... a little too late to bandage them?"

"Forget it, just do the bandaging now, but be careful," Yang Fan said.