Chapter 1653: Chapter 786: Dodging the First Year, 15 More to Go
Young Masters never care about how others feel. Fang Fan, finding that the woman was annoying him, kicked her out of the room without a second thought. Call him heartless, call him ungrateful, whatever—this was his code of conduct. He didn’t feel he was in the wrong; if soone made him unhappy, they shouldn’t stay around. Out of sight, out of mind!
After kicking her out, he poured himself a glass of water, still in a fairly good mood—after all, the woman had cried miserably before leaving. Whether it was an act or genuine remorse, she was truly regretful. For a woman like her, snagging a young, wealthy, slightly handso benefactor wasn’t easy.
The goal was to make her regret it!
The more regret the woman felt, the happier Young Master Fang was.
Not that he was twisted or anything, but in his eyes, she had betrayed his affection. He had been planning to give her what she wanted eventually, but she didn’t trust him and disappointed him. Making her regret was only fair!
Feeling pleased, Young Master Fang slept soundly. Just like last ti, he didn’t realize he’d been bitten by bugs again. Damn it, this ti was even worse—first, his hands went numb, then his legs.
It wasn’t the sa type of bug as before. When the pain woke him up, his legs already felt like they weren’t his. The burning, maddening pain made him scream uncontrollably…
His hysterical yelling robbed him of all rationality. To make matters worse, the house he himself had designed and decorated had exceptional soundproofing, ensuring “privacy.” As a seasoned globe-trotter, soone who had seen the world, he wouldn’t settle for a casual renovation.
After a while, he rembered to call for help, only to realize, goddammit, his hands were like bear claws now. It felt as if soone had strapped Black Bear paws to his arms—they weren’t attached, they were bound, and completely beyond his control.
So he kept hollering!
After yelling to the point of numbness, he gritted his teeth and forced himself off the bed. By then, he was near fainting but sohow managed to crash through the window and scream out a few more blood-curdling howls…
The ghastly, wolf-like cries pierced the early morning, drawing a crowd soon enough. When questioning led nowhere, the neighborhood security guards reported the situation, and finally, soone in charge decided to break down the door.
Upon entering, everyone was stunned. The man wasn’t just sporting two bear paws anymore—his human torso now bore the limbs of a Black Bear.
The dical personnel at the hospital were also dumbfounded. While cases like this weren’t unprecedented—Young Master Fang himself had contributed a bizarre one before—this ti was different. How was it different? The venom was different. Sure, it was swelling, but the swelling wasn’t the sa!
They had no choice but to call in a retired Traditional Chinese dicine Doctor from the Provincial TCM Hospital, who used a knife to cut open the wounds, draining blood to release the toxins before administering other treatnts…
anwhile, Yan Fei was already speeding down the highway in his sports car, feeling utterly invigorated. Let’s be honest, there wasn’t anyone else doing crazy stuff like getting bitten by bugs. This ti, he tried four different types, and the results were outstanding.
Ancient insects were plentiful, and many evolved during the era of gigantism. Those prehistoric superbugs once ruled the planet.
Even after dinosaurs took over as rulers, bugs remained extraordinary and bizarre. With enough patience, you could find just about any kind of insect.
Forget four limbs; if Young Master Fang had dozens or hundreds like a centipede, Boss Yan could still inject each one with a different toxin. Though, in a scenario like that, who knows if Young Master Fang could endure samples of dozens or hundreds of poisons…
Yan Fei was driving proudly, thinking, “Doing bad things—no, wait—punishing evil and promoting good… Punishing evil and promoting good must be done in such a way that people suspect it was you, yet can’t catch a single shred of evidence against you.”
If no one knew it was you, that was like a sneaky night mission—there’d be no satisfaction in it. If everyone knew it was you and caught you red-handed, only an idiot would operate like that.
The current situation was perfect. Surely, those in the know could guess that it was likely his doing, yet they had no way to touch him… Go ahead, keep coming after . Last ti it was one type; this ti it’s four. Next ti, how many types? Go ahead and guess. Want to bet the next batch might be too much to handle?
As for why he only used bug bites, Boss Yan had his principles. Young Master Fang, aside from leveraging so of his father’s influence for business perks, didn’t have blatant wrongdoing to his na. Even causing trouble for Yan Fei wasn’t done with intent to kill.
After all, he was still young—unlike Boss White. Boss White, as soone able to rise to the rank of “boss,” undoubtedly accumulated his initial capital in the dirtiest ways possible. Marx said, “Capital cos into the world dripping from every pore with blood and filth.” Investigate Boss White’s history, and his cris would certainly run deep.
anwhile, the two henchn who carried out dirty work for Boss White were borderline desperadoes, acting recklessly for re crumbs.
No matter how you slice it, in Yan Fei’s eyes, Young Master Fang still had so potential for “salvation.” Boss White and his two thugs, though, were beyond redemption.
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