"You... are the waitresses from the teahouse!"
As Heizi saw his own men lying motionless on the ground, he finally recognized these two women. Weren’t they the waitresses he had seen in the afternoon? He never expected them to descend like fairies, only to then embark on a killing spree.
It was as he instinctively looked up that his gaze met Lin Fan’s.
"Not bad memory, it’s them. Now you realize you weren’t too hasty, spared yourselves a beating, huh?"
Lin Fan was leaning on the balcony with his hands, smiling and waving at Heizi, while at that moment, Zhu Zhixuan was squatting down below the balcony, continuing to lick his Iron Pestle, completely indifferent to the chaos unfolding below.
"Brother, this is the guy our boss wants, what’s with your meddling in our business?"
Heizi clenched his fists, yet dared not make a move. He had witnessed firsthand the capabilities of these sister fighters.
"Isn’t it just doing the right thing when you see injustice? Can’t you see? He was almost beaten to death by your guys. I’m saving you, or do you think you can escape the law after killing someone in the street?"
Lin Fan glanced at Song Lipeng, who lay on the ground. If the beating had continued, the man was bound to die.
"Since you are friends with our boss, you should know whom to help. This kid distorted the facts online, made a real-name report against our boss, and caused him a great deal of trouble. Of course, I need to have a good talk with him."
Heizi glared angrily at the siblings. They had caused quite an uproar this time.
"People have been beaten to this state; you’ve said all there is to say, right? We live in a society ruled by law. Give him a break, don’t go too far. I believe your boss wouldn’t want to exacerbate the situation. Let’s call it a day and disperse!"
Lin Fan waved Heizi off, as if swatting away a fly.
"That won’t do, he must come back with me to see the boss!"
Heizi wasn’t ready to just walk away, fearing he wouldn’t be able to explain himself if he returned empty-handed.
"I told you, spare those who can be spared. If you really must take someone, ask them if they agree."
Lin Fan pointed at Da Xiaoshuang standing there. With that, Heizi was left speechless. If he and his men had been taken down with just a few punches and kicks by them, he would have an even bigger problem on his hands.
"Fine, I’ll report this to the boss. Let’s meet another day."
A wise man knew better than to take an immediate loss. There was no way Heizi was going to stick around for a beating. Gritting his teeth, he turned and walked away, with his men crawling up, clutching their necks and fleeing in panic.
"Bro... wake up... wake up, bro!"
Song Lili was kneeling on the ground, cradling the battered and bloodied Song Lipeng and calling out loudly, while Da Xiaoshuang walked back to their side and looked up at Lin Fan again.
"You two... take him down to the first floor."
Seeing the sparkle in their eyes, Lin Fan scratched his head in resignation. Once given permission, the two women immediately smiled and, along with Song Lili, helped drag the unconscious Song Lipeng into the teahouse on the first floor.
Lin Fan shook his head helplessly. He didn’t want to have a fallout with Zhao Chuanchun so soon after arriving.
"You still couldn’t control your sense of justice."
Zhu Zhixuan, still licking the Iron Pestle, said with a sneaky laugh.
"Cut it out. I’m not doing it for justice. I just want to live a long life, but when I saw the light in Da Xiaoshuang’s eyes, if I hadn’t let them take action, who knows if they would have resented me. These two troublemakers were born a century too late or else they would definitely have been chivalrous swordsmen."
Lin Fan scratched his head again and took a deep breath of the cool air.
"They indeed have a strong sense of justice. They are good girls. You really stumbled upon treasure this time."
Zhu Zhixuan continued playing with the Iron Pestle. If it wasn’t for this incident, they might have already started their battle.
"I always feel there’s something off about this situation. Given their abilities, they are definitely not ordinary people. Yet, they’re content working as Kung Fu tea masters in a teahouse. That’s really abnormal. With their skills, they could easily be bodyguards and earn tens of thousands a month. But it was just by sheer coincidence that we met them last night. If we hadn’t stopped to rest at the service area, we wouldn’t have met them. If you insist that this was all orchestrated for them to get close to me on purpose, then things are going to get even more complicated."
Lin Fan always had his doubts about Da Xiaoshuang’s identity, but from their expressions, it was clear that no valuable information could be squeezed out of them. If all of this wasn’t coincidence, then the situation was indeed far more elaborate.
After all, the reason he went to that service area was entirely due to Ke Yunan’s request. Once you put on the tin-foil hat and think in reverse, it would imply Ke Yunan’s involvement as well.
"But what happened has happened, so what are you planning to do now?"
Zhu Zhixuan looked up at Lin Fan; she couldn’t keep up with his train of thought anymore.
"What can I do? I’ve managed to offend a powerful figure here before even taking up my position. I’ll just have to play it by ear!"
Lin Fan sighed, re-buckling his belt and continuing, "But honestly, I can’t just watch someone get beaten to death in front of me. Being soft-hearted is really a curse!"