God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 1226 - 1305: None of Your Business!

Fan Long said, "Can I say it then?"

Zhu Yan nodded, boldly saying, "Go ahead and say it!"

Fan Long smiled slightly, poured Zhu Yan a glass of red wine, and said, "Here’s the thing, yesterday I ran into a tough guy. I called a few thugs, but none could match him. I suspect he’s a practitioner with some confidence, so..."

Zhu Yan immediately understood, laughing, "Can’t swallow this, want to get back at him?"

Fan Long laughed, "You really know me well, brother!"

"Of course!"

Zhu Yan also laughed, "If you need hitters, that’s no problem at all. My big brother owns several Taekwondo gyms. I can get dozens over if you need, ensuring you get back at him."

Fan Long said, "Do you need me to tell you about that person?"

Zhu Yan said, "Sure, let’s chat while we eat."

...

Tap tap tap!

The heels of high heels gently struck the tiled floor, producing a series of rhythmic sounds, inexplicably heartening to hear.

As Shen Huangyi walked from the lobby to the study, servants along the way quickly bowed low, showing extreme respect.

Upon reaching the study, a male servant immediately opened the door for her, and Shen Huangyi strode in.

The study door closed softly behind her.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough cough..."

As Shen Huangyi entered the study, she immediately heard coughing sounds as if an elderly person with lung cancer was on the verge of coughing to death.

Winding past rows of bookshelves, Shen Huangyi reached a more spacious area where a desk was situated. The lighting was bright, and the window curtains were drawn, giving an oppressive, suffocating atmosphere.

Behind the desk sat a pale-faced man, holding a handkerchief to his mouth with one hand while gripping a gold pen in the other, scribbling something on a large white sheet.

Curious, Shen Huangyi walked over, disregarding the books on the desk. She pushed them to the ground and sat down, leaning forward to take a look.

There wasn’t much on the paper, just circles, some close together, some distant, all connected by arrows, densely packed, and dizzying to look at.

Unable to make sense of it, Shen Huangyi asked, "Pillbox, what’s this you’re drawing, care to explain?"

The pale-faced man ignored her.

"So stingy?"

Shen Huangyi chuckled, "Tell me about this, and I’ll tell you the secret news about Shen Binan."

After two seconds of silence, the man slowly raised his head, a smile appearing at the corners of Shen Huangyi’s mouth.

The man removed the handkerchief, placed the pen down, picked up a cup and took a sip of water to soothe his throat, and said, "These circles seem simple; they’re just the prominent families and elites of State City. As for the arrows, you should understand what they signify without me explaining."

Shen Huangyi voiced an understanding, "So that’s it. Not to criticize, Pillbox, but you’re in such a state, half a foot in the grave already. Is there a need to be so relentless? Even if your family grows stronger, once you’re gone, after a few years, who would remember you?"

The pale-faced man replied coldly, "That’s none of your business."