Magic City, at a private hospital.
In the inpatient department.
Inside a high-end ward.
An angry, pig-slaughter-like roar thundered through the air.
"Xu Mo, I swear I'll kill you first thing after I get out of here!!!!"
The bathroom door opened.
Lin Fan emerged, limping and pale-faced.
Ever since that night at the Dark Night Bar, after drinking from that glass on Shen Manni's table,
He had been constipated.
Today he finally learned the truth.
That night, Xu Mo had truly set him up.
He had unwittingly become a victim!
Everything had been carefully orchestrated by Xu Mo.
The goal was to make him drink that glass.
What sinister intentions!
How poisonous must one's mind be to devise such a scheme?
Thinking back to that night,
Judging from Shen Manni's reaction,
She must have known something.
Lin Fan felt utterly humiliated.
All thanks to Xu Mo!
Due to his anger,
The gunshot wound reopened, instantly staining the white bandage red.
"Ah---"
Lin Fan grimaced in pain.
"Dragon King, please calm down! Please calm down!"
A young man in the room knelt on one knee, trembling with fear.
Seeing the wound reopen,
The young man immediately stood up.
"Dragon King, I'll go get a doctor for you."
His name was Ma Qun, ranked ninth in combat strength at Dragon King Hall.
A Chinese American.
Though his combat ranking was relatively low,
Ma Qun's family was wealthy and well-connected.
He followed Lin Fan's every command.
Soon after, doctors and nurses entered.
After some time and effort,
They finally managed to change the bandages.
Before leaving, they specifically warned Lin Fan not to get angry,
To prevent the wound from reopening.
Lying in the hospital bed,
Lin Fan's face turned black as coal.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
Xu Mo must be so pleased about tricking him into drinking that spiked drink!
"Has the Angel of Death arrived in Magic City?"
Lin Fan asked.
Ma Qun: "She has arrived and is awaiting your orders, Dragon King."
Lin Fan knew very well.
Ma Qun was just saying flattering words.
Awaiting his orders?
If she truly had that intention, she should have come to the hospital like Ma Qun,
Showing him absolute respect.
However, the fact that the Angel of Death was still willing to be manipulated by him,
That was good enough.
After all, among the top three elites in Dragon King Hall's combat rankings, she wasn't easy to control.
Without absolute benefits as bait,
And mutual checks and balances with others,
She could become an unpredictable bomb at any time.
Lin Fan stretched out his hand, knowing that power was the ultimate authority.
That ancient martial arts technique needed to be mastered quickly to give weight to his words.
"Good, have her apply for a position at the Xu family, preferably as a servant or housekeeper, the closer to Xu Mo the better, to facilitate my next plan!"
Hearing this,
Ma Qun's expression stiffened.
He wanted to say something,
But feared displeasing Lin Fan.
Lin Fan knew well this lackey's concerns.
"Ma Qun, you're my confidant, just say what's on your mind! Don't beat around the bush."
"Yes!" Ma Qun could only continue reluctantly: "Dragon King, the Angel of Death only knows killing, nothing else."
"I'm afraid she won't be able to get hired as a servant or housekeeper."
Lin Fan grabbed the vase from the bedside table and threw it to the ground.
"I don't need you to tell me that!"
"Now is not the time to kill that worthless playboy, one wrong move and everything goes wrong."
"Killing him would be easy, but Xu Fuqiang would definitely seek revenge for his dog of a son at any cost."
"My path to controlling all of Xu family's assets would face serious obstacles."
"Are you trying to go against me too?"
Ma Qun looked terrified, "Dragon King, I absolutely have no such thoughts!"
"I meant to say, since the Angel of Death's strength lies in killing,"
"Why don't we let her utilize that strength?"
Lin Fan frowned, "How so?"
Ma Qun: "Let's reverse our thinking. The Angel of Death is the best assassin, which means she could also be the most formidable bodyguard."
"Create an opportunity for the Angel of Death to become that playboy's bodyguard."
"When you need it, Dragon King, it would take just one word to end his miserable life!"
Hearing this,
Lin Fan smiled.
"Not bad, Ma Qun. I misjudged you before. You're the most loyal person in all of Dragon King Hall!"
Ma Qun's eyes lit up, "Dragon King, you flatter me. I'm just doing my duty."
For some reason,
Ma Qun thought Lin Fan's smile was particularly manly.
That's how a real man should smile.
This smile,
He had tried to imitate it before.
Practicing again and again in front of the mirror.
Finally, he realized that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't replicate it.
Perhaps this was the special treatment reserved for the chosen one.
Lin Fan laughed heartily.
Ma Qun's flattery pleased him greatly.
If the other two among the top three fighters of Dragon King Hall,
Were to submit to him unconditionally,
And be as loyal as Ma Qun,
His plan to take over the Xu family's assets,
Wouldn't it progress faster?
Seeing the Dragon King laugh,
Ma Qun's mood inexplicably improved as well.
But the next moment,
Joy turned to sorrow.
The newly changed white bandage,
Once again turned red.
"Doctor!!! Nurse!!!"
After another while,
Lin Fan's face grew even paler.
"Ma Qun, go instruct the Angel of Death to act within the next few days."
Ma Qun nodded, "Yes, Dragon King."
He hurriedly fled the ward.
If Lin Fan got excited again later,
Causing the wound to reopen yet again,
Wouldn't he be held accountable for this mess?
That wouldn't be worth it.
Time passed quickly.
Evening came.
At the wellness center.
In his sleep,
Xu Mo felt his nose itching and scratched it.
It felt better.
After a while,
The itchy sensation returned.
Xu Mo opened his eyes groggily.
Having just woken up, his brain wasn't fully functioning.
Before him appeared an incredibly beautiful woman.
The woman was holding her hair in her jade-like hand, and upon seeing Xu Mo wake up, her reaction matched his.
Both looked dumbfounded.
The difference was that while being dumbfounded, Xu Mo discovered the culprit behind his itchy nose!
Good heavens!
It was her hair.
No wonder his nose had been itching.
As the saying goes, one digs a pit, another falls in.
At this moment, Xu Mo decided to take the initiative.
To gain absolute control of the situation.
"Zhou Qiaoqiao, what's the meaning of this?"
After speaking,
He was confused.
Hadn't he fallen asleep leaning against the bed?
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