"..."

At this point, nearly beaten to death, and still such a foul temper, Xu Fan couldn't help but frown.

No wonder she can't find a man with such assets...

Somewhat annoyed by the noise, Xu Fan reached to clean his ear and then looked up at Qin Mengyue.

"Qin Mengyue, you should know by now who your male god is, right?"

"I..."

Seeing Xu Fan's smiling visage, Qin Mengyue couldn't help but start to choke up.

She wasn't stupid, how could she not see the truth at this point?

Ordinarily, Xu Fan's light-hearted demeanor was the polar opposite of how he appeared online.

Deep down resisting, unwilling to accept such a reality, Qin Mengyue had always refused to believe that the person secretly helping her was Xu Fan.

But now, with the truth in front of her, countless details from the past proved that the man she had secretly loved had been living right beside her.

Maybe she had always liked this cheap, naughty boy who constantly bickered with her; due to pride, she had never admitted it.

Images of quarrels with Xu Fan from the past flickered through her mind like a slideshow, her beautiful eyes misting over.

Maybe no one would bother making her angry for no reason in the future, or secretly help her out when she got into trouble.

Qin Mengyue felt aggrieved, her nose twitching as she looked downstairs at Xu Fan with tears in her eyes.

"Bastard, just go away! I'm gonna die; don't drag you into this mess."

"If there's an afterlife, I swear I'll bear your children."

"Pfft."

Qin Mengyue actually cried, and watching her, Xu Fan felt a twinge of heartache.

Cold on the outside but warm inside, maybe that was just who Qin Mengyue was.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Fan squeezed a smile onto his face and said, "Qin Mengyue, at least say please to your male god, what kind of word is 'scram'?"

"Then please scram! You stinking idiot, just scram!"

"..."

Qin Mengyue's crying grew fiercer, maybe she was truly afraid of getting in trouble. Xu Fan smiled and said, "Do you think this male god would let my little fangirl die in front of me?"

"You..."

At that point, Xu Fan stopped paying attention to Qin Mengyue and turned his gaze directly to Miyamoto Kuro.

"Miyamoto Kuro, you're right; I do have quite a few under my command."

"If they, along with me, were to follow you in the future, not only your Miyamoto Itto-ryu, but even combining all of Dongying's martial arts schools and major families wouldn't be an issue."

"Oh?"

Miyamoto Kuro, hearing Xu Fan's matter-of-fact confession of his situation, couldn't help but get excited, raising his eyebrows.

He had originally thought Xu Fan just had some decent subordinates but had not expected Xu Fan's forces to be so frightening.

If they were to fall into his hands, what status would he have in the future?

"Hahaha!! Xu Fan, you really do please me! Very well, since that's the case, from now on, you will…"

"Hold on."

Miyamoto Kuro instinctively wanted to make Xu Fan call him master, to hear how it sounded, but Xu Fan abruptly interrupted him.

"Hm? What? Do you have something else to say?"

Seeing Miyamoto Kuro looking at him, confused, Xu Fan's lips curled into a wry smile.

"Miyamoto Kuro, might you be getting ahead of yourself? Did I ever say I agreed to your request?"

"In this world, people walk dogs, not the other way around. You? Are you worthy of bossing me around?"

"Xu Fan! You've got some nerve!"

Xu Fan had never planned to submit to him. After hearing his words, Miyamoto Kuro's face instantly contorted.

Clutching his fists tightly, he bit out angrily, "Xu Fan, you're nothing but a toothless tiger right now. Do you think you still have the qualifications to contend with me, Miyamoto Kuro?"

"Are you not afraid I'll just kill you on the spot?"

"Do you know how many people I have lying in wait here?"

At this moment, those lurking in the factory were his own men, assassins of Dongying's Miyamoto Itto-ryu, brought over by Miyamoto Kuro himself. He couldn't believe that so many people couldn't take down Xu Fan, who was severely injured!

"How many people lying in wait?"

Xu Fan frowned, murmuring to himself before offering a sinister smile, "Quite simple, actually—there are forty-four people in total, plus you, that's forty-five."

"Such a problem couldn't stump the top student of the senior class."

"What? You! How could you..."

Miyamoto Kuro was shocked; his subordinates were all hidden in the dark recesses of the factory and had never shown their faces, yet Xu Fan had accurately stated their number, almost causing Miyamoto Kuro's eyes to pop out of his head.

Suddenly, two whistling sounds were heard!

With a flick of hand movements, two pebbles whistled through the air, flying straight toward the shadows!

Bang! Bang!

Accompanied by screams, the sound of two bodies hitting the ground was heard. Xu Fan, hands in his pockets, then spoke with a malevolent smile, "Now, there are forty-three people."

"You! You clearly..."

Miyamoto Kuro hadn't seen how Xu Fan had moved, but the screams ring in his ears clearly told him that in a blink, Xu Fan had slain two of his elite men!

The man, who was clearly severely injured!

How, how was it possible that in an instant, he could take lives?

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Caught in a moment of stunned surprise, Xu Fan struck again. As the sound of three bodies thudding to the ground echoed, Xu Fan calmly counted, "Forty."

After counting leisurely, he looked over at Miyamoto Kuro.

"Oh, Second Dog, you're talking about the injuries on me?"

"With your brilliance, can't you see that my wounds have already healed?"

"What! This, this..."

Hearing Xu Fan's explanation, Miyamoto Kuro staggered back like he had been struck by lightning.

He had calculated everything! Even if Xu Fan was formidable, even extremely so, he should have been merely a plaything in his hands!

Yet in the end, he'd been the one played all along!

In a blink, several more of his men lay in pools of blood without even having a chance to strike, already dead by Xu Fan's hand.

In Miyamoto Kuro's eyes, a thing called fear kept flowing out...

"What are you standing around for? Hurry! Hurry up and kill him!"

At such a time, it was no longer about greed; survival was what mattered most. Gone was Miyamoto Kuro's previous sagely demeanor; now he was utterly panicked, ordering his men to act quickly!

However, all these efforts were in vain.

Miyamoto Kuro's meticulous arrangements were rendered void with the help of Xu Fan's right pupil, and at this moment, those elites of Dongying, emerging from their hiding spots, were met with lethal pebbles to the forehead.

Unobstructed, they shattered skulls, bursting forth in a spray of crimson!

One by one, figures in the darkness fell, until only the last pebble remained in Xu Fan's pocket.

Now holding that last stone in hand, Xu Fan shrugged his shoulders and looked over at the terrified Miyamoto Kuro.

"According to the invariant theory, the sign of the quadrant, along with a bunch of messy mathematical theories, it can be concluded that, Miyamoto Kuro, now there's only you left."

"How about it? Are you impressed with my mathematical foundation?"

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