When Lian Shijian heard Zhuo Bufan's words, he bit his lips. Sir said she was his friend.
The bald man's face turned fierce. "You are her friend, so you shouldn't be meddling in other people's business. You little brat, don't you know how to write the word 'death'?"
The other thugs also picked up their metal rods and stared coldly at Zhuo Bufan.
"Mr. Zhuo, I'm sorry for dragging you into this." Lian Shijian looked at him guiltily.
"Big Brother, we can't let this brat go today. Otherwise, our plan will be exposed." The thug with dyed blonde hair reminded.
The bald man kicked him to the ground and scolded, "I don't need you to teach me how to do things."
"Beat them up and tie them up." The bald man spat on the ground, raised the metal rod in his hand and rushed towards Zhuo Bufan.
Zhuo Bufan was not in a hurry. He plucked a pink begonia petal from a small deciduous tree beside him and flicked it out. With a whoosh, it brushed past the bald man's face.
The bald man immediately stopped in his tracks.
The other thugs did not react in time and looked at the bald man in shock.
The bald man's eyes widened in fear. He reached out and touched his face. There was a cut on his face and blood flowed out continuously.
Flying petals and leaves!
They could hurt people!
"Plop."
The bald man's courage disappeared instantly. What could he do with his dignity? He knelt on the ground and kowtowed so hard that his forehead broke. "Master, spare me!"
He had followed the boss for many years. Although he had never seen a martial arts master with his own eyes, he had often heard about martial arts masters who could fly petals and pick leaves to hurt people. They were not people that thugs like them could mess with.
Even if Brother Dong was here, he would have to kowtow to apologize.
The other thugs were not idiots. A petal could cut the bald man's face. If it hit his throat, he would probably die on the spot. How could an ordinary person kill someone with a petal?
Seeing the bald man kneel, they did not dare to resist. They all knelt on the ground.
"Who sent you?" Zhuo Bufan asked calmly.
"I … I can't say." The bald man's forehead was drenched in cold sweat as he stammered.
"You're about to die, yet you refuse to speak. You're courting death!" Zhuo Bufan's voice turned cold. She waved her hand in the air and a palm print appeared on the bald man's face. His head rolled on the ground like a melon.
The bald man covered his face and kept groaning in pain. Zhuo Bufan, who was standing three to four meters away, waved her hand and slapped him across the face.
The other hooligans were dumbfounded.
The yellow-hair hurriedly shouted, "Sir, please spare my life. Sir, please spare my life. I'll tell you … Brother Dadong of Nancheng told us to do this, but he didn't tell us why. He only told us to kidnap her and not let her out."
"Brother Dadong from South City?" Zhuo Bufan pondered and said, "Since you dared to touch my people, you have no reason to live. Today, all of you will die here."
Hearing Zhuo Bufan's words, the hooligans were so scared that they wet their pants.
In the face of such a master, they did not even have the confidence to escape, let alone fight back.
Lian Shijian suddenly grabbed Zhuo Bufan's arm and shook her head, "Mr. Zhuo, let's forget about it. They didn't hurt me. It's not good to kill people."
A seventeen-year-old girl had never seen a scene where people were about to kill at the drop of a hat.
Zhuo Bufan hesitated for a moment and shook her head, "If you're kind, then they'll bully you. Since you've spoken, then I'll spare their lives."
"Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir." The hooligans were grateful.
Zhuo Bufan let Lian Shijian get in the car and drove the car out of the toy factory. Logically speaking, Lian Shijian's family was only average. If someone really wanted to kidnap her and blackmail her, she would not be the one to do it.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhuo." Lian Shijian pretended to be sitting in the front passenger seat. Her big eyes were like purple grapes as she peeked at Zhuo Bufan.
Zhuo Bufan said, "Don't call me Mr. Zhuo. We're about the same age. Calling me that makes me sound old."
"Then I'll call you Young Master." Lian Shijian mumbled.
Zhuo Bufan did not object.
"Where do you live?" Zhuo Bufan asked.
"Wisteria Road, number three."
Back when Zhuo Bufan went to the Immortal Realm to cultivate, he used his supreme powers to imprint all the memories of his youth into his mind. Naturally, he remembered where Wisteria Road was. It was an old city that had not been renovated. The houses there were all low-rise brick houses. Those who were wealthier had already bought houses in the new city and moved away.
Lian Shijian's aunt seemed to be very rich. Yet, she lived here because she was also the child of a concubine. Zhuo Bufan helped her, and in his heart, he felt that Lian Shijian was in the same boat as him.
Soon, they arrived at Lian Shijian's house.
It was a low-rise house. The walls were crawling with creepers, and the paint was peeling off.
Young and sensitive, Lian Shijian blushed a little. "Young Master, my house is very simple. I'm sorry you had to laugh at me."
"The house that I used to live in is no different from yours." Zhuo Bufan smiled faintly. He remembered the cheap house that his mother lived in in Jinling. It was really a rainy day. "Go in and pack your things."
"Pack up?" Lian Shijian's small face revealed a puzzled expression.
Zhuo Bufan said, "It's not safe for you to stay at home. Isn't your mother recuperating in the hospital? It's fine for you to be alone at home. Move to my villa. I still have a lot of empty rooms. You can choose one yourself. "
His tone did not allow for any doubts or objections. After all, he was once an Immortal Lord of the World Defying Ninth Heaven!
Lian Shijian hesitated for a moment. Biting her moist lips, she nodded. "Thank you, Young Master."
After she packed her things, which were just some simple clothes, Zhuo Bufan drove back to Feng Tianjiao.
Zhuo Bufan arranged a room for her and bought some daily toiletries before returning to her room. Lian Shijian was in the room, hugging a cute dolphin pillow. Her hand rested on her chin. Her mind was filled with the scene of Young Master saving her.
"If only I could always be by Young Master's side." She sighed softly.
…
Lian Lian sat on the sofa in the hotel room. Listening to the voice coming from the phone, she frowned and said, "What did you say? She was saved?"
Hanging up the phone, Lian Lian frowned hard. No one knew what she was thinking.
At this moment, someone outside interrupted her thoughts.
Opening the door, the assistant and Master Wu walked in.
"Master Wu."
"Boss Lian, it's done."
Lian Lian's face lit up with excitement. "Xiao Mi, hurry up and open it for me."
The assistant called Xiao Mi was holding a rectangular brocade box in her hands. She nodded and put the box on the coffee table. She opened it carefully, only to see a bright yellow silk paving the inside. A gorgeous vase lay quietly inside.
Lian Lian bent down to take a closer look. Her lips curled into a proud smile. "If Master Wu didn't tell me that this is a fake, I'm afraid I would have seen it."
Master Wu looked like an otherworldly master and said indifferently, "I added the imperial aura of the Emperor's Mausoleum to the vase. Even people who have been immersed in antiques for many years would have seen it. After it's done, I hope Boss Lian can put in a good word for me."
Lian Lian looked at Master Wu in surprise. Master Wu had been very respectful to her these days. He was no longer indifferent and arrogant, which made her a little confused. Hearing his words, she thought he was putting in a good word for her brother. "Of course, of course."
After saying that, Lian Lian looked at the assistant and asked, "Has it been done?"
"It's been set up. We found an organization in Europe that specializes in this kind of thing. The Chen family has already taken the bait," the assistant replied.
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