Su Yanyu and Feng Chengcheng had been tied up for so long that their wrists were bruised. Such a blemish on these beauties was truly a form of abuse.

"Are you guys okay?" Lin Fan asked with concern.

Su Yanyu shook her head, then frowned and asked, "What happened to the last assassin?"

"I killed him!" Lin Fan said nonchalantly.

"Did you find out anything?" Su Yanyu's eyes flashed with coldness; it was clear she was quite upset about the kidnapping this time.

"Find out what?" Lin Fan asked, full of curiosity.

"Stupid..." Feng Chengcheng had just started to call him "Stupid Lin Fan" when she caught Lin Fan's playful gaze and quickly changed her tone. "Handsome Fan, you didn't actually kill the assassin just like that, did you? Oh my god, we were hoping to find out who sent him, and now you've lost our only lead."

"Damn! That assassin was holding a deadly bomb. I didn't have time to ask him anything. By the time I finished questioning him, you all would have been joining me in heaven having a chit-chat with Jesus." Lin Fan said, feeling frustrated.

"He had a bomb, how did you kill him?" Su Yanyu asked in surprise, finding the whole thing somewhat unbelievable.

"Just killed him however I could," Lin Fan shrugged indifferently. "Boss, staying here isn't safe. We should head back home."

With that, Lin Fan turned around and got into the car.

Su Yanyu looked thoughtful as she watched Lin Fan's back. After hesitating for a moment, she and Feng Chengcheng got into the car and left with him.

By the time they returned to the villa, the rain had stopped. The post-rain air was refreshing, and the light breeze was cool on their cheeks. Crickets chirped from the grass.

Lin Fan had Su Yanyu and Feng Chengcheng sit on the sofa, then fetched the medicine kit to treat the bruises on their wrists.

Watching Lin Fan's focused face, with a bit of handsomeness showing, Su Yanyu deeply furrowed her brows. It was hard to reconcile the current Lin Fan with the recent one who cut through like the "Tyrant" — they seemed like two different people!

"What does 'Tyrant' mean?" Su Yanyu suddenly asked, feeling this title must have a special significance.

Lin Fan was momentarily stunned, then gave a bitter smile, knowing this woman would definitely press him on this question!

Seeing Lin Fan's troubled expression, Su Yanyu frowned and said, "Is it difficult to answer?"

"Not really," Lin Fan replied bitterly.

"Then just tell me! As your employer, I think I need to know your identity, especially since those assassins were after you. I don't want this to happen again in the future!" Su Yanyu said intently, showing a hint of expectation on her face.

Lin Fan looked up into Su Yanyu's earnest eyes and knew if he didn't give her an explanation, she would keep digging relentlessly!

Forget it, I'll make up a story to fool her.

Lin Fan lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Surprisingly, Su Yanyu didn't stop him from smoking this time, but instead, she watched him with anticipation.

Lin Fan put on a sorrowful expression and said, "Actually, I'm a special forces soldier from an elite unit."

"What does that have to do with the word 'Tyrant'?" Su Yanyu asked, full of suspicion.

"Of course it's related! During a mission, one of my brothers was killed by the enemy. In rage, I killed dozens of them, leaving a terrifying shadow in their minds, so they nicknamed me 'Tyrant.'" Lin Fan sighed as he spoke.

"Is it that simple?" Su Yanyu was half skeptical.

"I say, boss... you didn't think my 'Tyrant' nickname was like those rulers from ancient Huaxia, tyrannically killing entire clans just for fun, did you?" Lin Fan said with frustration.

Hearing this, Su Yanyu believed him a bit more. After all, this was the scientific era; there aren't any kings, let alone executions of entire clans.

But Su Yanyu would never know that in the Dark Realm, there was a world with cruelties exceeding even those of ancient clan executions.

Killing was routine for people in that world. If you hadn't killed hundreds, you weren't considered a true part of the Dark Realm!

"Then why did you leave the special forces to become my personal driver?" Su Yanyu inquired, puzzled.

"Of course, because I was unsatisfied with the military discipline! That messed-up discipline wasn't even meant for humans," Lin Fan continued fabricating lies.

"What kind of discipline?" Su Yanyu became even more curious.

"Not letting me sleep with women, um... no, not letting me flirt, well... basically not letting me get married," Lin Fan spread his hands, full of helplessness.

"Sigh! I'm an orphan, my parents died early, and I was raised by an old man who collected scrap. Later, because I offended a local tyrant, the old man, afraid of getting involved, abandoned me. I was caught by the thug, beaten severely, and almost killed."

Upon hearing this, Su Yanyu and Feng Chengcheng's pretty faces froze.

Conjuring up a Qiong Yao-style sad story in his mind, Lin Fan spun his tale: "Fortunately, I was tenacious enough that when they felt satisfied beating me, they released me. Just when I thought I was going to die, I was saved by the military, and later I joined the army."

"Boss, you don't know. The old soldiers loved bullying us new recruits. When I first joined, I washed their smelly socks every day, carried hot water for them, and once, an older soldier gave me fifty bucks to buy skewers at the train station, but I had to get back and give him change for a hundred bucks. Thinking of my past, it's really a tearful story."

"Later, I finally made a name for myself and joined the special forces, but then there came that ridiculous rule that prohibited marriage. My parents were gone, leaving only me behind. As a man, how could I live my whole life unmarried? If I don't get married, wouldn't all those beautiful women in the world die of loneliness? Uh... boss, don't misunderstand, what I meant was my future wife would die of loneliness..."

"So I had to leave the army, had to get married, had to find a woman to share my life with... My life's greatest ambition is to marry eight wives, one more than Wei Xiaobao, setting a new record in Huaxia history." Lin Fan said enthusiastically.

After finishing, even Lin Fan admired his storytelling ability. This tale could really be turned into a novel, with its rich emotions, poignant tale, and promotion of positive energy, all thanks to Lin Fan's childhood reading of Qiong Yao novels...

Su Yanyu and Feng Chengcheng both couldn't help but roll their eyes. It was the first time they'd seen someone make marrying wives their goal!

Su Yanyu, though half-skeptical of Lin Fan's words, saw his pitiful expression and felt too embarrassed to press further!

Lin Fan took a deep drag and exhaled a long plume of smoke, as if expelling all his inner sorrow, then turned to Su Yanyu and said, "Boss, give me your hand."

"What for?" Su Yanyu frowned slightly.

"I'll feel your pulse and see if those three bastard assassins poisoned you," Lin Fan said with a straight face.

"Yeah, yeah! What if those bastards poisoned Yanyu with aphrodisiacs? Handsome Fan, quickly check Yanyu's pulse. If she's really poisoned, hurry up and go to the bedroom to detoxify..." Feng Chengcheng shouted, fearing nothing more than chaos.

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