116: Chapter 116 What Are You Doing?
116: Chapter 116 What Are You Doing?
As he walked out of the police station, Long Xiao’s face was terribly gloomy.
“Bastards, I definitely won’t let you get away with this.” Long Xiao said with a dark smile.
Forty million, that was Qin Shuang’s account, and even if it was a mistake, what then?
Can you demand it back?
That’s Qin Shuang, the Vice President of the group, Ye Jingtian’s wife.
Damn it, those forty million were as good as gone.
However, he had new plans for the Zhang father and son.
If they had truly committed murder, he would not dare to trouble them.
But no one had died, which gave him great relief.
If the other party was cowardly, he had to be tough.
Thinking of the forty million, Long Xiao’s heart trembled.
Meanwhile, Zhang Fan, lying on the sun lounger, was humming a tune.
“Fan, what are you looking at?
Come and help me.” Zhang Dongyang came out holding a shovel and other tools.
Zhang Fan immediately got up and walked to his father, showing interest as he eyed the pile of things on the ground.
“Once all these things are set up, we can start training tomorrow morning,” Zhang Dongyang said as he walked toward the sand pit carrying a few target nets.
Zhang Fan immediately started to help.
Four large sandbags were hung from the branches of an apricot tree, the limbs as thick as a thigh remained still.
And now, Zhang Fan finally understood what the fist-sized iron balls were for.
According to his dad, it was for training reflexes.
The iron balls had chains as thick as little fingers attached, totaling over sixty links.
After planting steel poles in the ground, steel cables were hung one by one.
Iron balls were tied onto the cables at varying heights, but always kept at a distance of half a meter.
The only remaining open space in the small courtyard was completely occupied by the iron ball area.
The space, ten meters long and five meters wide, was filled with dark iron balls.
After everything was set up, Zhang Fan saw his dad violently pulling the steel cable on the steel pole, instantly making the iron balls shake vigorously.
The next moment, Zhang Dongyang charged in.
Zhang Fan’s eyes widened in surprise, as he saw his father weave in and out of the iron ball area, yet despite the intense shaking, not a single iron ball hit him.
Zhang Fan, feeling eager, also dashed in.
However, as soon as he took the first step, an iron ball from the left hit his arm.
Zhang Fan grimaced in pain and immediately retreated.
This was not training; this was just courting death.
If one of those iron balls hit his head, wouldn’t it leave a bump with each impact?
“Hehe, you’ve still got a long way to go.
It took us half a year to be able to cross it back then,” said Zhang Dongyang, his body swaying as he shuttled over and stood before Zhang Fan with a grin.
Zhang Fan suddenly felt the weight of a long journey ahead.
He didn’t want to take that much time just to cross this steel ball area.
After all, he had the Flower Protection System.
Thinking of the countless treasures in the system, Zhang Fan’s eyes lit up.
Just one more draw of the Bone Marrow Potion, and his constitution would improve once again.
By then, handling these iron balls would be like taking candy from a baby.
But the lottery was entirely random.
As he was pondering, Zhang Fan saw Zhang Xiaoyuan, donning a purple nightgown, walking out of the bathroom.
“Bro, what are you guys doing?” asked Zhang Xiaoyuan, blinking her eyes, her rosy cheeks looking very enticing.
Zhang Fan quickly went to wash his hands, then began to knead his sister’s cheeks with both hands.
She was just too adorable.
At that moment, Ye Yanran parked her car at the front door.
“Fan, go help your sister Yanran move her stuff,” said Zhang Dongyang, also washing his hands before swiftly going to help Ye Yanran carry her suitcase.
“Uncle Zhang, you rest.
I’ve got it,” Ye Yanran hastily said.
“Xuan, let me help you,” offered Zhang Fan as he ran over to Ye Xuan, swiftly picking up her suitcase.
It took half an hour for Ye Yanran and Ye Xuan to settle all the things they had brought.
“Yanran, Xuan, go freshen up.
We start training at six in the morning,” Zhang Dongyang said.
Six o’clock?” cried Zhang Fan in dismay.
For someone who loved to sleep in, waking up early was undeniably the greatest enemy in life.
“Do you still want to grow taller or not?” Zhang Dongyang shot back mercilessly.
“Then, I’ll take a shower first,” Zhang Fan sprinted into his bedroom, then dashed into the bathroom with his clothes.
After ten minutes, Zhang Fan came out slowly swaying in his boxer shorts.
Seeing Zhang Xiaoyuan waiting at the door for him, Zhang Fan gave a mischievous smile.
Zhang Fan walked over to Zhang Xiaoyuan and whispered, “I’ll send you a message later.”
Humming a tune, he walked into his bedroom.
It must be said, waiting elongates time endlessly.
Annoyed by the rustling noise outside, Zhang Fan was irritated.
Just go to sleep already.
As the night grew deeper, Zhang Fan’s ears perked up.
He turned over, took out his phone, and hastily sent Zhang Xiaoyuan a text: “Come now.”
After sending the message, Zhang Fan sat on the bed waiting.
Zhang Fan chuckled and walked over, hugging the person who entered.
“Zhang Fan, what are you doing!”
The crisp voice rang out and struck Zhang Fan’s ears like thunder.
It wasn’t Xiaoyuan, it was Ye Xuan?
Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaoyuan, holding her phone, tiptoed into the room.
The phone’s screen was dim, but the two people could still see each other clearly.
“Bro, what are you doing!”