C8 Let's Chat

It wasn't long before the group found themselves encircled by the uniformed officers. Feng Yuxiu couldn't help but laugh out loud, his face twisted with mockery.

After a moment, he gestured to his leg and then casually removed his hat, revealing his darker complexion and the malevolent look in his eyes as he gazed at Chen Fan and the others, his thoughts inscrutable.

"I, Feng Yuxiu, have never failed to eliminate someone I've set my sights on. Do you really think you're more formidable than anyone else I've dealt with?" he taunted.

"Do you believe that just because you wear uniforms, just because you're seen as guardians by the public, that you're invincible?" he continued scornfully.

"Enough talk. I suggest you surrender peacefully, or else don't blame me for not showing any mercy!" Lu Xuanxin clenched her firearm, her gaze locked on Feng Yuxiu, ready to act at a moment's notice.

As time ticked by, the standoff continued. Then, without warning, Feng Yuxiu lashed out with a kick aimed at the protagonist.

"You might be a professor, but you're still marked for death. Today, you'll meet your end!" he declared.

Chen Fan quickly stepped back to avoid Feng Yuxiu's assault. Tan Jingyao, seeing the threat, charged in to assist Chen Fan.

The rest of the group made to move forward, but Lu Xuanxin raised her hand, signaling them to halt. They all stopped in their tracks, watching the unfolding drama.

Lu Xuanxin lowered her gun, deciding to assess Chen Fan's capabilities. Despite being Prof. Wang, with an unquestionable identity, Chen Fan always seemed shrouded in mystery.

Now was the chance to witness Chen Fan's true abilities. Facing Feng Yuxiu, Chen Fan struggled to fight back, managing only to evade with the aid of Tan Jingyao.

Suddenly, a voice announced an unexpected twist.

"Additional Mission: Save Tan Jingyao."

"Mission Reward: Sunbeam Blade!"

"Sunbeam Blade: Capable of inflicting damage without immediate visible wounds, which only appear three days later."

Chen Fan's eyebrows shot up, his face alight with excitement. The sudden additional mission was a welcome surprise, especially now when he needed it most. The Sunbeam Blade, with its delayed effects, was an irresistible lure. If he were to accidentally kill Feng Yuxiu, or any such thing, the lack of an immediate wound meant nothing would be detected. The temptation was immense—how could he possibly resist?

However, the thought of the mission's end brought on a headache for Chen Fan.

What use would he have for the Sunbeam Blade after the mission was over?

It was frustrating how unreliable things could be!

Chen Fan stepped back and paused, watching as Tan Jingyao struggled. He pursed his lips and suggested, "I think we should talk this out first!"

"Talk about what?"

Feng Yuxiu turned to Chen Fan, his face etched with confusion.

As Tan Jingyao retreated to catch his breath, Chen Fan swept a glance at Lu Xuanxin and the others before refocusing on Feng Yuxiu. "I think you and I should have a private conversation."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuxiu's eyebrows knitted together, and he fixed an intense gaze on Chen Fan, as if trying to decipher his intentions.

Chen Fan, amused by Feng Yuxiu's reaction, quirked an eyebrow and watched him with interest. "What's the matter? With your leg technique being unbeatable, even the King of Northern Kicks, Tan Jingyao, couldn't stand against you. What's there to fear?"

"You're not willing to face me in a challenge?"

"Of course not!" Feng Yuxiu responded, nodding and heading towards the door. Lu Xuanxin and the others seemed ready to intervene, but Chen Fan signaled to Lu Xuanxin to hold back. Clutching her gun tightly, Lu Xuanxin appeared to wrestle with her decision before finally stepping back to give Feng Yuxiu space.

Tan Jingyao gripped Chen Fan's arm, his eyes filled with concern. "He's not as simple as you think. You're no match for him. If you confront him, where will that leave my reputation as the King of Northern Kicks?"

He had been well-known before, and now he found himself in need of rescue, which was deeply unsettling for Tan Jingyao.

Chen Fan couldn't help but chuckle at Tan Jingyao's words. He gave Tan Jingyao a once-over, eventually resting his gaze on Tan Jingyao's right leg. With a resigned tone, he clarified, "I'm aware of how formidable your leg technique is, but don't overthink it. My actions aren't about saving you; I genuinely need to discuss something with Feng Yuxiu."

After he finished speaking, he made his way to the door.

The pair exited the room and headed into a rundown warehouse nearby.

Lu Xuanxin and Tan Jingyao had their people on standby, ready to storm in at a moment's notice.

Inside the warehouse, clutter was strewn everywhere. Only slivers of sunlight managed to creep in, failing to bring any sense of warmth.

Chen Fan and Feng Yuxiu stood face to face, their gazes locked. Neither spoke a word, each silently standing their ground, their thoughts inscrutable.

As the seconds ticked by, nearly a minute of deadlock passed before Feng Yuxiu broke the silence with a cold tone, "If you have something to say, just spit it out. Don't dance around the subject with me. I have no interest in wasting time here with you!"

Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Feng Yuxiu's voice. Truth be told, he was quite intimidated by Feng Yuxiu.

The stakes were high; dying here meant vanishing from the real world, and Chen Fan was not ready to face that. He couldn't afford to die. Not yet.

Absolutely not.

Chen Fan's eyes dropped to a table leg on the floor, his brow furrowing at the sight of bloodstains. A peculiar feeling washed over him.

He had a hunch that something had transpired in this warehouse.

As Feng Yuxiu's impatience grew palpable, Chen Fan finally spoke up, "I'm aware of your objective, and I also know who your next targets are: Tan Jingyao, Cao Zi'An, Yuan Qingyang, Fang Wenxi, Fu Shengtai, and Faang Liude, correct?"

"But you're targeting Tan Jingyao first because he's the most renowned among them, and he's also become an artist. You're curious about Tan Jingyao's capabilities, aren't you?"

"So, what is it that you're trying to say?"

Feng Yuxiu's face remained impassive as he regarded Chen Fan, giving nothing away about his intentions.

Considering they were all Masters of Leg Techniques, Chen Fan wasn't surprised by his own deductions.

He figured the focus on Tan Jingyao was merely to assess his current level of skill, nothing more.

Chen Fan shook his head, swiftly gathering his thoughts before finally speaking, "You can't make a move against Tan Jingyao just yet. Setting aside the fact that the police are onto you, if you go after Tan Jingyao, you'll find yourself in hot water. Sure, Tan Jingyao has quite the reputation, but let's face it – he hasn't practiced his leg techniques in ages."