246: Chapter 246: What’s the Rush (Third Update) 246: Chapter 246: What’s the Rush (Third Update) “Instructor, you need to do something about Zhang Fan,” Hua Ling’s eyes were full of gunpowder, and it was just shy of a fuse.
Damn, a date with Ye Yanran?
Fuck, I can’t tolerate this shit.
Hua Ling looked expectant, hoping Zhang Dongyang would put a stop to this behavior.
Especially when he thought of the scene where Zhang Fan slighted Ye Yanran, he felt unsettled.
In this day and age, height isn’t a barrier, age isn’t an issue, what if Ye Yanran likes that sort of thing?
And as for Zhang Fan, his hardware isn’t bad at all, a student who’s nothing but skilled.
Zhang Dongyang pondered for a moment, then slowly said, “Let him have a break, relaxation combined with work is the real deal.”
With firearms, Zhang Fan is already doing quite well, with the submachine gun at a hundred meters, hitting the bullseye with twenty out of twenty shots, that’s impressive.
Combat, this guy is also not bad, at least Hua Ling’s group can’t beat him.
Especially that Thunderclap Palm, I would avoid it when facing him.
Hearing Shadows, he’s already perfecting that, and plus, he has loads of time.
Upon hearing this, Hua Ling’s heart fell apart.
“Instructor, can I go relax a bit too?” Hua Ling asked.
He really didn’t trust that kid Zhang Fan, what if he really hit it off with Ye Yanran, then there’d be nothing left for him.
Zhang Dongyang flashed a grin, “You, when you can hit the bullseye with fifty shots, let’s talk then.”
Hua Ling roared, “Why is my requirement so freaking high?”
Zhang Dongyang looked at Hua Ling as if he were an idiot: “You’re a special police officer, is this requirement high?
What if you make a mistake during a mission?
Lives are at stake here.”
Zhang Fan, hearing Hua Ling roar, felt secretly thrilled, turned his head towards his father, and shouted, “Long live old Dad.”
Then, Zhang Fan gave Hua Ling a provoking look and ran off towards Yunlong International.
Soon, Zhang Fan saw Ye Yanran and Weng Shuang sitting in the milk tea shop.
At that moment, Ye Yanran was wearing a short skirt, red high heels, and her short hair dyed bright red, resting on her shoulders.
Her hand propping her chin made her an incredibly dazzling sight.
Weng Shuang, still in her split qipao.
The pale red qipao with its pattern made her shine incomparably bright.
Up in her high black hair bun, a simple wooden hairpin added a sense of ancient elegance.
Although her beauty was no less than Ye Yanran’s, her slightly frosty face suggested distance, but that only made her more captivating.
Zhang Fan suddenly remembered that Weng Shuang mentioned coming to him for a treatment after a month, and now, wasn’t it exactly a month passed?
Could it be that calling him over today was for the treatment?
Thinking this, Zhang Fan became excited.
Thirty sessions of Healing, that could bring in a hefty income of Spiritual Value.
“Kid, are you stunned?
Hmph, forget about it, those two top-grade beauties are none of your business,” said a young man, seeing Zhang Fan staring blankly at the two beauties, he couldn’t help but sneer.
He had been here for an hour already.
In that hour, he’d seen at least thirty guys try to approach them.
Successful businessmen, handsome young men, big bosses.
However, all were sent packing with a commanding ‘Get lost.’
It was precisely because of this that he stayed put, even more determined to keep watching.
Damn, even just another look would be worth it.
Two top-grade beauties, combining both ancient and modern charm, especially the girl wearing the qipao, had his heart racing.
Zhang Fan laughed, turned around, and said to the young man, “Do you believe that I could go sit with them, and moreover, get them to buy me milk tea?”
The young man was amused, glanced at Zhang Fan’s cheap clothes, and jeered, “If you can sit beside them for thirty seconds, I’ll gouge out my eyeballs for you to step on.”
Zhang Fan smiled mysteriously: “You said it.”
Then, Zhang Fan walked towards Ye Yanran.
Zhang Fan sat directly opposite Ye Yanran and Weng Shuang, rested his chin on his hand, and looked affectionately at Weng Shuang.
“Holy shit, where did this kid come from, daring to sit opposite the goddess, damn!” The crowd in the milk tea shop was about to stand up and fight.
Damn, they had been waiting for more than an hour and hadn’t made a move yet, and this guy just swoops right in.
“Hmph, just watch how he gets booted out,” someone sneered.
Big bosses and handsome young men had been sent packing, so this guy in his cheap clothes would be out in seconds.
Zhang Fan didn’t speak, his eyes dead fixed on Weng Shuang.
Her delicate features were flawless, her skin so smooth one couldn’t help but want to take a bite.
God, are these two beauties blind?
Can’t they see there’s someone sitting right in front of them?
“Damn, it’s been twenty seconds already.”
“Shit, if we knew, we’d have gone and sat down too.
Fuck, to observe top-grade beauties from such a close distance, even death would be worth it.”
A bunch of people were calling out in frustration, especially the young man who had made the bet with Zhang Fan; his eyes were nearly bulging out.
Fuck, how could this work?
“Damn it, a minute has passed.”
There was an outpouring of anguished howls.
Of course, Weng Shuang and Ye Yanran had noticed Zhang Fan a long time ago.
Ye Yanran didn’t have the time to pay attention to Zhang Fan; she was in a state of extreme shock.
No wonder it required an S-level clearance, turns out it was a Hidden Dragon from the Dragon Group.
Although she had thought that Zhang Dongyang might have special forces background, she never considered the Dragon Group.
Weng Shuang’s heart was racing.
Especially when Zhang Fan stared at her so audaciously, her cheeks had turned a shade of pink.
“Girl, your face is red,” Zhang Fan said with a light chuckle, looking at her cheeks that resembled red apples.
The people around were stupefied, their eyes glued to Weng Shuang’s face.
They gazed at the pink hue, utterly spellbound.
But the next moment, they were shaken.
Shit, her face really was red!
Could it be that the beauty likes this sort?
Shall we get a room now, or?” Zhang Fan teased.
Weng Shuang almost sprayed out her milk tea.
Get a room, get out of here!
At this point, Ye Yanran also finally reacted, grinding her teeth as she stood up, her handbag flung towards Zhang Fan.
“Let’s talk outside.”
A shout of alarm suddenly erupted.
It hadn’t been that long!
I’m thirsty, let me have a drink of milk tea first,” Zhang Fan said.
The crowd around was seething with killing aura.
You’re not in a hurry, then get the hell out of the way and let us have a go!
(PS: Here’s the third update, brothers, looking for recommendations and rewards, continuing with the fourth update.)