Chapter Thirty-Seven: Seeking One’s Own Doom

Fang Yuan sat down and began to eat, yet he didn’t forget to pick out food for Pei Xi. With that irritating look on his face, if not for Pei Xi’s sake, Old Master Pei would have thrown him out then and there.

“Darling, look at how thin you are. Soon I won’t even be able to hold you. From now on, you need to eat more, so it’ll be more comfortable when I hold you,” Fang Yuan said, picking out food for Pei Xi as he spoke.

Old Master Pei had just taken a sip of water, and upon hearing Fang Yuan’s words, he couldn’t hold back and sprayed it out in a fit of coughing.

“Dad, are you alright?” Pei Xi hurried over to pat the old man on the back.

Alas, she herself had a hand in bringing disaster to her own father.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Old Master Pei replied, coughing and shaking his head, glaring daggers at Fang Yuan, wishing he could kill him with a look.

“Fang Yuan, I have something I need to discuss with Pei Xi today. If you’re finished eating, why don’t you head back first?” Old Master Pei was issuing a clear order to leave. No matter how thick-skinned Fang Yuan was, he couldn’t keep eating after this.

“Very well, you two talk. I’ll come by again tomorrow if I have time. Goodbye, my dear,” Fang Yuan said, not forgetting to toss out a last bit of syrupy affection. What happened next would depend on his own luck.

To make sure he didn’t miss anyone tailing him, Fang Yuan chose to walk back. This way, it would be easier for anyone watching to spot him, and if they wanted to make a move, it wouldn’t be too hard.

When crossing the road, seeing that there weren’t many cars around, Fang Yuan simply walked across from the sidewalk. Halfway across, out of nowhere, a black SUV suddenly appeared.

The vehicle’s hazard lights flashed as it sped straight toward Fang Yuan.

He instinctively raised his arm to block, and as he looked closely, he realized it was the black Wrangler heading right for him.

It was about to hit him, but instead of slowing down, the driver pressed the accelerator.

“Damn it, they’re really aiming to kill,” Fang Yuan cursed. It was obvious the attacker had been sent by Old Master Pei—he had just left the restaurant, and someone was already trying to take his life.

So, the old man was a ruthless one, too.

The headlights were blinding, making it impossible for Fang Yuan to see the driver’s face.

“Master, beat him up! Flip his car and throw it in a ditch!” The little voice in his head, Chong Chong, shouted excitedly when it sensed danger.

But that was a car—a massive, heavy vehicle. Flip it? Chong Chong really did think Fang Yuan was Superman.

“I can’t do that, Chong Chong,” Fang Yuan muttered, and with a sharp turn, he narrowly dodged the speeding SUV, which brushed past his clothes.

The driver, frustrated at missing, immediately pulled a sharp drift, spun the car around, and aimed for Fang Yuan again.

“Persistent, aren’t you?” Fang Yuan thought, having dodged out of instinct the first time. He’d assumed the attacker would give up—after all, this was attempted murder—but not only did the driver not back down, he came at him again.

This driver was really going all out. How much was Old Master Pei paying them to make them risk their lives like this?

Since the attacker was so brazen, Fang Yuan knew he couldn’t just keep dodging. This time, he watched his moment, and as the SUV was about to hit him, he leapt onto the roof in a flash.

Noticing that the sunroof was open, Fang Yuan curled his body as he landed and slipped through the opening into the car’s interior.

The car was still moving fast, but Fang Yuan’s movements were even quicker—it all happened in the blink of an eye.

The driver hadn’t even realized his target had disappeared right in front of him. He drove on for some distance before slamming on the brakes and looking around in confusion, only to find that Fang Yuan was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, are you looking for me?” Fang Yuan, still hanging from the sunroof, couldn’t help but call out when he saw the driver glancing around in bewilderment.

The driver looked up, stunned.

How could his target, who’d been on the road moments before, suddenly appear on his sunroof?

“Surprised, aren’t you? Tell me—if you admit Old Master Pei sent you, I’ll tell you how I got up here,” Fang Yuan said, wedged in the sunroof, his legs dangling into the backseat in a rather uncomfortable position.

“If you already know, what’s the point in talking? You’re as good as dead, kid,” the driver snarled. Clearly no amateur, he whipped out a knife from who knows where and slashed at Fang Yuan.

Caught in the sunroof, Fang Yuan hadn’t expected another move. The blade sliced into his leg, blood streaming down onto the driver’s face, making for a gruesome scene.

“Master, you’re hurt!” Chong Chong cried, more anxious than Fang Yuan himself.

Immediately, Chong Chong blocked the meridians in Fang Yuan’s leg to slow the bleeding.

Hit with a knife, Fang Yuan tumbled down from the sunroof.

“You’re the one with a death wish. Let’s see if I can’t smash your head in,” Fang Yuan growled, grabbing the driver’s head and pounding away.

The driver was still buckled in, the seatbelt restricting his movements. When Fang Yuan came down, he caught the driver’s head in a lock, leaving the man unable to fight back—he could only cover his head and take the blows.

As he was pummeled, the driver released the brakes, letting the car coast freely.

Strangely, not a single car passed by on this stretch of road. If anyone had seen the SUV swerving along driverless, they might have called the police.

Fang Yuan didn’t just hit one spot—by the time he was tired, the driver was utterly incapacitated.

Checking for breath, Fang Yuan found the man still alive. He opened the door and kicked him out of the car.

Glancing at the surrounding surveillance cameras, Fang Yuan deduced that this had all been meticulously planned, given how long the road had been deserted.

Surveillance? It was probably useless now…

Fang Yuan drove the car, but didn’t head straight back to his apartment. Chong Chong assured him that his meridians were sealed and the wound wasn’t deep—he’d be fine.

Since he was alright, he decided to give himself something to do.

He drove the vehicle straight to the entrance of Zheng Hao’s hotel.

As soon as he stopped, Zheng Hao, who had clearly been waiting, rushed over.

“Well? Did you succeed?” he asked.

“What do you think?” Fang Yuan replied, opening the door and flashing a mysterious smile.

“You… how is it you?” Zheng Hao stammered, shocked to see Fang Yuan behind the wheel.