Wu Fangming knew perfectly well that Chuanliu's amnesia was fake.
It was Chuanliu who told him.
Before heading to the City of Plum Blossoms, Chuanliu had a private conversation with Wu Fangming.
With just Xiong Ajiao's "Plum Blossom 2", the three of them wouldn't be able to penetrate deeper into the main Plum Blossom city and reach higher floors.
Moreover, entering Plum Blossom City is equivalent to entering Hou Yifan's territory. If he wants to make their arrival disappear without a trace, it's not impossible.
Only by bringing this matter to the forefront and drawing more attention can their safety be better guaranteed.
To maximize the effect of this "condemnation".
The original plan was for them to deliberately reveal their whereabouts, provoke Hou Yifan to take action, beat him senseless, and then sit down to talk.
Unexpectedly, they encountered Jiulong first, so they went with the flow and let them capture him.
With Wu Fangming's strength, he certainly wouldn't let himself suffer.
"Hey girl, were you the one who made those guys howling outside just now?"
Wu Fangming chuckled.
He had been disliking these tough-looking thugs for a long time.
Only Chuanliu could do something like dressing up as a ghost to scare people.
The latter raised an eyebrow and smiled, his meaning clear without a word.
Seeing that Wu Fangming was alright, Chuanliu gave him some more instructions before leaving through the window.
The next morning arrived quickly.
The corpses have dispersed, and life must go on for the residents of Plum Blossom City.
Everything seemed to have returned to normal, as if last night was a dream.
Jiulong, along with his men, escorted Wu Fangming, Xiong Ajiao, and Zhang Yi to the main city of Plum Blossom under the watchful eyes of many residents and passersby.
Yesterday, Jiulong greeted Hou Yifan, and Hou Yifan's men were already waiting downstairs.
"Brother Long, please come with me."
The leader spoke, and the others immediately took over the positions of Jiulong's men, taking over the duties of Wu Fangming and the other two.
Jiulong grinned and said, "Old Hou, there's no need to withdraw all my men, is there? At least leave me two people!"
The leader said, "Our boss said that this is a family matter, and the fewer people involved, the better."
Jiulong clicked his tongue and said nothing more.
Wu Fangming and the other two were escorted into the elevator, which stopped on the 9th floor.
After walking through the corridor, we arrived at a spacious conference room.
The escort pushed Xiong Ajiao with a forceful shove, sending her crashing down to the feet of the person sitting in the main seat.
Zhang and Wu Fangming were pinned against the wall by them.
Hou Yifan was sitting there with his legs crossed, his eyes full of contempt.
Jiulong casually found a seat and sat down. The two, who had just met the day before, did not exchange many pleasantries.
Jiulong, with a look of amusement, said leisurely, "She's still your little lover, there's no need to be so cruel, is there?"
Hou Yifan ignored her and instead leaned closer to Xiong Ajiao.
He gripped Xiong Ajiao's chin tightly with one hand, his voice filled with seductive tenderness, "Ajiao, haven't I been good to you?"
Xiong Ajiao was forced to stare into his eyes, fear seeping deep within them.
His jaw felt like it was about to be crushed by the other person. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth at all, and tears of pain streamed from his eyes.
Hou Yifan seemed to have no intention of listening to Xiong Ajiao at all.
He tightened his grip and continued, "Didn't I give you food? Didn't I give you water? Didn't I give you my love? Isn't that enough?"
His expression, coupled with his effeminate face, gave him a somewhat gloomy prince-like air.
He seemed to have fallen into his own sentimental persona, flung his hand away, slumped into a chair, and sighed, "Humans, why can't they ever be satisfied?"
Xiong Ajiao suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground.
Xiong Ajiao pleaded, "Yifan, please forgive me. I really didn't do anything to wrong you."
"So, you did hear it after all, right?"
Hou Yifan removed his hand from his face and said coldly.
Xiong Ajiao was clearly taken aback by the question, "Wh-what?"
Hou Yifan stood up and stomped heavily on Xiong Ajiao's shoulder, crushing his entire weight on her. "It doesn't matter. All three of you are going to die today, and then there's that amnesiac little girl. None of you will escape."
"Cough, cough cough."
Xiong Ajiao's chest was pressed against the ground, and she could hardly breathe. Her fair face turned red from holding her breath.
He instinctively looked at Wu Fangming, wanting to ask for help, but couldn't utter a word.
Hou Yifan followed his gaze and saw the man being held captive to one side.
The man had short hair, which made him look energetic. He was as strong as a pine tree, and the muscles on his arms were clearly defined, like a sculpted work of art. His face was angular, and his brows revealed a resolute temperament.
Even while being detained, he maintained an upright posture, chest out; his eyes were firm and deep, exuding an indescribable sense of power.
Indeed, it is a feast for the eyes.
Hou Yifan licked his lips, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, and said to Xiong Ajiao, "I really didn't expect you to find such a little snack."
As he spoke, he pulled his leg back, walked up to Wu Fangming, and said with interest, "So you're Xiong Ajiao's kept lover? This good-for-nothing has good taste."
Wu Fangming took a step back, but was held down by Hou Yifan's men.
Wu Fangming frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Hou Yifan, is it? You may have some secrets, but we really don't know. Besides, I'm not Brother Ajiao's lover. Please don't look at me like that, and please don't lay a hand on Brother Ajiao again!"
"Brother Gillian... Hahahahahaha."
Hou Yifan repeated the man's words, turned around and kicked Xiong Ajiao, mocking, "Did you hear that? He treats you like a brother."
Xiong Ajiao groaned in pain again, tears streaming down her face.
He gasped for air, sobbing uncontrollably, and said, "Brother Wu has nothing to do with this, Yifan, you can punish me if you want, but don't make things difficult for them!"
"Hmph! You wish!" Hou Yifan narrowed his eyes and turned to Zhang, saying, "One is my little lover, and the other is his good brother. So who are you?"
He didn't even remember himself.
Zhang was taken aback at first, but quickly recovered.
That's right. How could someone like Hou Yifan remember those who risked their lives for him?
He didn't speak, nor did he mention his younger brother.
He could only pray that Hou Yifan would never remember his identity, so that at least his brother could be saved.
Then, it slowly closed its eyes, with an expression of facing death.
Seeing this, Hou Yifan didn't bother to ask any more questions.
He glanced at his men and said casually, "Kill them all."
Just as his men were about to make their move, one of them burst in and loudly reported:
"No, this is terrible!"
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