God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 663 - 733, try hitting me again, I dare you!

Fang Yi jumped down from the stage with a cold face and walked toward the two women. Looking at the two women, their faces flushed with drunkenness, they staggered, supporting each other on the verge of collapse. When Fang Yi approached them, they seemed to hardly react.

Bai Rou pushed Fang Yi’s chest with her hand and said, "Hey, you jerk, what are you blocking the way for?"

Fang Yi stood firm as a rock, unmovable. He smelled the alcohol on the two women and asked, "What did you two go and do?"

Song Hongye’s beautiful eyes were slightly intoxicating as she said, "We didn’t do much, just went to the bathroom together."

Bai Rou said, "However, it was strange. We had just squatted down in the restroom when suddenly the power went out. It was so strange."

The tipsy Song Hongye, her cheeks suffused with a drunken flush as if embarrassed, quickly covered Bai Rou’s mouth.

Then Song Hongye stared at Fang Yi and asked, "Weren’t you competing on stage? Why are you standing here, is the competition over?"

Fang Yi’s eyes expressed his puzzlement, "The competition is over."

Song Hongye said, "If it’s over, then that’s good. Come on, join us for a drink."

Bai Rou also called out, "Right, you big bad egg, come on, we’re not going home until we’re completely drunk!"

Fang Yi’s cold face finally showed a smile; he waved his hand dismissively and passed by the two drunken women. Without paying further attention to them, Fang Yi returned to the stage and gave Wang Zhuo a polite bow, "Thank you, Elder Wang."

Wang Zhuo replied, "No need to thank me."

Fang Yi turned around, his gaze shifting as well, landing on the Calculator. Even when the lights had gone out, with God Transformation Alliance’s assassins arriving on the scene, the Calculator had remained seated without moving an inch.

The Calculator seemed to have noticed Fang Yi approaching him as he took something out of his robe.

"Calculator, what is this..."

What the Calculator held in his hand was a string of prayer beads, dark in color, clearly not the common type found in the market.

The Calculator looked at Fang Yi and said, "Fang Yi, these prayer beads were left by an old friend for me to pass on to you. Take good care of them; they will be greatly beneficial to you in the future."

Fang Yi inquired, "May I ask the name of the Calculator’s old friend..."

The Calculator shook his head, "It’s not to be said, nor can it be said."

Damn it, I hate it when you people only tell half the story.

Curiosity had already been aroused, but since the Calculator remained tight-lipped, it was making Fang Yi itch with frustration. They say curiosity killed the cat, and Fang Yi almost wanted to choke the old man.

Fang Yi said, "Since the Calculator won’t tell, then I won’t ask. But I would like to know if you are acquainted with Fang Qingtian?"

Fang Qingtian was, of course, the old man.

Fang Yi had asked this casually, but saw the Calculator’s expression suddenly become extremely animated; first in astonishment, then in surprise, and finally turning into resentment.

The Calculator said bitterly, "Know him? It’s more than knowing him, we’re overly familiar."

Fang Yi laughed, relieved there was a connection, and was about to continue when the Calculator narrowed his eyes and said, "Go back and tell that old man, to remember to return what he owes me. Otherwise, I will find him and fight to the death."

Fang Yi was puzzled, wondering what on earth his old man had done to enrage the Calculator so much.

The Calculator didn’t stay any longer, taking Xiao Xin with him as they left, and Wang Zhuo followed them out.

Shortly after the Calculator departed, a group of people suddenly stormed into the bar, all armed and ready, with the man in the lead holding his head high, his gaze assertive, as fierce as a tiger or leopard.

The man noticed Fang Yi, gestured to the people following him, and said with a vicious smile, "Arrest him!"

Following the man’s command, two members of the Blood Dragon Guard approached Fang Yi.

"Stop!" A woman’s voice rang out.

Song Hongye, completely sober now, only the flush on her lovely face remained. She approached Fang Yi with an icy expression, looked straight at the man leading the group, and said coldly, "Who are you to run wild on my turf, Song Hongye’s ground?"

"I am Qin An," the man said with a faint smile as he produced an official document.

Qin An, the brother of Qin Cheng, harbored immense anger towards Fang Yi, who had crippled Qin Cheng’s limbs on that small island while they were searching for Ma Yong. Qin An had vowed not to rest until he had his revenge.

Song Hongye caught sight of the seal on the document and fixed her gaze on Qin An, asking coldly, "You’re with the Dragon Team?"

"I come on behalf of the Dragon Team," said Qin An. "Here’s the warrant to arrest Fang Yi. Miss Song, if you’re wise, you’ll step aside now and avoid getting hurt."

Song Hongye stood her ground, "What’s the reason?"

With a faint smile, Qin An pointed to the three dead bodies lying on the bar floor and said, "These corpses were killed by him. He’s a murderer. That’s my reason for arresting him."

Song Hongye’s response was cold as ice, "Where’s the evidence?"

Qin An replied, "Miss Song, this is a done deal. No amount of meddling from you will change things. The evidence is clear as day, right here. Today, I must take this man with me!"

"You’re not taking anyone anywhere!"

A stool flew towards Qin An; he dodged, but not without a scowl on his face.

Bai Rou crossed her arms and strode forward, her high boots clicking sharply against the floor.

Bai Rou looked at Qin An with a sneer, "I dare you to try taking him!"

But Qin An didn’t look at her; instead, he turned to mock Fang Yi, "Fang Yi, you’re quite the lucky man, having such beautiful women backing you up. I’m really envious."

Song Hongye responded with a cold laugh, while Bai Rou clenched her fists, ready to fight at any moment.

Fang Yi, who had been silent until now, slowly lit a cigarette. After taking a puff, he exhaled a plume of smoke directly into Qin An’s face. Qin An stepped back and quickly waved the smoke away.

Once the smoke cleared, Fang Yi smiled lazily and said lightly, "I know exactly what you’re up to, Qin An."

Qin An shot back coldly, "If you know what’s good for you, then come along quickly. Don’t dawdle here, hiding behind women. Does that make you feel honorable?" He was deliberately provoking Fang Yi.

Fang Yi sighed softly and said, "I wouldn’t mind coming with you, but... I have one condition."

Qin An sneered, "Cut the crap. What’s your condition!"

Fang Yi beckoned with his finger. Hesitant, Qin An leaned in.

Slap!

A loud smack landed on Qin An’s face, leaving the imprint of five fingers.

Qin An was stunned; he couldn’t believe that Fang Yi would dare to slap him in front of everyone. Rage and fury surged through him.

Without a word, Qin An drew his gun and shouted furiously, "Try hitting me again! I dare you, try it!"

Jian Song, Zhao Liyu, and Bai Xiaohua all looked on, anticipating whether Fang Yi would dare to strike again, while Song Hongye and Bai Rou stared at Fang Yi, hoping he wouldn’t do anything foolish.

Yet Fang Yi remained unfazed in the face of Qin An’s ferocity, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up in a faint smile.

Slap!

Another smack echoed as Fang Yi slapped Qin An’s face again.

(I went for an exam today; updates have been slow the past couple of days, please forgive me. Once the exams are over, I’ll resume regular updates.)

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