Father Fan was in the room, anxiously waiting for a call.
It turned out that in front of the abandoned factory, there was an office building.
Old and in disrepair, the office building was already very dilapidated, and the outside had turned black, but it could still be used with so tidying up.
Father Fan was temporarily staying here.
Living with the Fan Family, he couldn’t help but think too much, afraid that Jun Mochan might co to catch him at any ti, so it was more comfortable to stay here.
But why, after so long, was there still no news from those people?
Father Fan looked at the pitch-black sky outside, pacing back and forth in the room.
Just as he couldn’t bear it anymore and was about to call those people, his phone finally rang.
Without even looking, Father Fan answered it.
"The information was wrong, all sacrificed." The person used their last breath to say these words, and then passed away.
Father Fan was stunned for a mont before reacting, and then he walked outside expressionlessly.
Fan Rou was currently tied to a post, her expression calm, with not a trace of fear in her eyes.
The most frightening mont had already passed.
Before embarking on this path, she had thought about today’s situation, so there was really nothing to fear.
It was just a bit regretful. She had hoped to escape one more ti, to stay with Lan Shao.
Unfortunately, that wish would ultimately not co true.
As she was thinking about these things, Father Fan strode in from outside, full of killing intent, like a demon of the night, appearing in front of Fan Rou.
"Slap." Without saying a word, he gave Fan Rou a hard slap.
Fan Rou’s face was turned to the side by the slap.
There was no rcy in Father Fan’s slap, and Fan Rou was left dizzy, with blood trickling down the corner of her mouth.
"You actually gave false information." Father Fan’s face was ashen.
He actually believed her, what a fool he was.
Hadn’t he learned from being deceived once? And yet, he was fooled a second ti.
Father Fan felt he was utterly foolish.
Fan Rou was stunned for a mont, then quickly realized and laughed: "Yes, got deceived, didn’t you? How could I possibly give you the real information? You should have figured that out."
She said this only making Father Fan’s fury burn even more fiercely, which Fan Rou naturally understood.
But the more it was like this, the happier she was.
If she was unhappy, naturally she didn’t want him to be happy, either.
"Bitch." Father Fan gave Fan Rou another slap.
Both sides of Fan Rou’s face were swollen.
"Did all your people die?" Fan Rou slowly turned her face.
In her eyes, there was no fear, no sorrow; facing him was like facing a stranger.
"Was it you? Was this all your sche?" Father Fan grabbed Fan Rou’s hair: "I underestimated you."
"Like father, like daughter. After all, you gave birth to ; how could I not have a few tricks up my sleeve? Don’t you think?" Fan Rou spat at him.
The spit mixed with fresh blood landed on Father Fan’s face.
Father Fan wiped it off with his hand: "Fine, just great."
"Bring my whip." Father Fan reached out his hand.
A whip was quickly handed to him.
Fan Rou was very familiar with that whip because whenever they made major mistakes, that whip would strike them.
"Familiar with it, aren’t you?" Father Fan said, stroking the whip.
"Though this whip hung there, it seldom landed on you. The occasional lash was just to remind you."
"Don’t make it sound like you’re so rciful. You hardly ever whipped , but did you penalize lightly?" Fan Rou smirked, a mocking smile appearing.
But with her swollen face, such a smile was really not suitable.
She was ugly enough, and smiling only made her look uglier.
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