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When Jufeng arrived outside the villa, Zhu Yao was still standing beneath the Paulownia tree, her silhouette appearing somewhat frail, perhaps due to the torment of longing.
Jufeng walked over, feeling a surge of anger and confusion regarding Zhu Yao's choice at the critical moment just now.
"Do you no longer trust me? Or is it that aside from Wu, you won't trust any other man?"
Jufeng's anger stemmed from sadness; he felt hurt that Zhu Yao, in a life-or-death situation, did not fully believe in him but instead turned slightly away. Although it was a minor shift, it signified a change in her trust—she no longer trusted him as she once did.
Zhu Yao bore numerous wounds, even on the surface, which needed tending. In the past, Jufeng had taken on this responsibility. However, ever since the concert night, Zhu Yao had forbidden anyone from touching her body.
She gently pressed around a larger wound to stop the bleeding and coldly replied to Jufeng.
"Hmph! A man who would fool around while his woman is pregnant—do you think I should still trust you?"
Jufeng found this statement quite baffling. He had never lacked for women around him, but those who truly belonged to him were only Lu Qijia and Claudia. The latter's relationship had even been facilitated with Jia'er’s consent; he felt utterly innocent.
But then he realized Zhu Yao's perspective. After all, he was Wu's close friend, and Wu was the man Zhu Yao had chosen. If Jufeng were an unfaithful man, it could potentially affect Wu.
As the saying goes, "One who associates with vermilion will turn red; one who associates with ink will turn black." Thus, Zhu Yao naturally hoped for Jufeng to become more prominent.
With this thought in mind, Jufeng's anger dissipated instantly, and he couldn't help but smile knowingly.
However, while Jufeng remained unfazed, Ikeda Masahiro beside him could not tolerate what she heard.
She had been struggling with the dizzying aftermath of bloodshed when suddenly hearing about pregnancy and infidelity snapped her back to reality. The extraordinary abilities displayed by women in such moments were truly admirable.
Jufeng's recent odd behavior finally made sense to Ikeda Masahiro. Looking at the man beside her, she felt an inexplicable dislike towards him that grew stronger with each glance—so much so that she wished she could devour him whole.
Ikeda Masahiro had never doubted that Jufeng must have women in his life. A man at such a height could not possibly have an empty emotional world. Even her own brother often lamented about this.
Yet Ikeda Masahiro could not have imagined that Jufeng—a youth who hadn't even reached the legal marriage age—was on the verge of becoming a father. She wasn't afraid of having rivals because she believed in her ability to keep a man by her side; however, that was under fair conditions. Now that the pioneer had drawn his weapons while she stood there empty-handed, how could she compete? It was akin to losing without a fight.
A mix of emotions swirled within Ikeda Masahiro, and coupled with Zhu Yao's attitude, he felt that if he did not express his anger, he would be betraying the careful attention he had given himself over the past twenty years.
"I'm quite curious," Ikeda Masahiro stepped away from Jufeng's grasp and moved forward, completely disregarding the fact that the woman before him was the fierce demon who had just been ruthless in Detached Villa. He looked her in the eye and asked, "What do you mean by your three or four?"
"As far as I know, Jufeng hasn't reached the legal marriage age yet. If that's the case, where do these threes and fours come from? Moreover, this is a matter for the parties involved; what does it have to do with you, miss?"
"Are you perhaps fond of Jufeng? If that's the case, you could just come out and say it instead of pretending to be a high-minded moralist!"
Zhu Yao had initially not even glanced at Ikeda Masahiro, but upon hearing her calm yet pointed words, she frowned and turned to face Ikeda Masahiro.
Zhu Yao was someone who preferred not to use words; she was accustomed to resolving matters with her blade.
Just as the two locked eyes for a brief moment, a head suddenly popped into view between them. Jufeng felt an unexpected chill creeping up his back in the midst of their tension.
"Um... um... tonight's weather is nice; why don't we enjoy the moon together and take a look at Paulownia..."
Ikeda Masahiro glared at Jufeng, then snorted coldly and turned her head away.
Zhu Yao cast a meaningful glance at Jufeng before turning haughtily to leave.
Jufeng let out a long sigh of relief. It always felt like dealing with Shi Yushu and Pizza Hut was much easier than handling two women!
With the battle concluded, both fronts had drawn to a close. While Jufeng was mediating between Zhu Yao and Ikeda Masahiro, Shi Yushu had departed from this world, and Pizza Hut lay in the Intensive Care Unit of a specialized hospital.
The results were promising; however, the losses were significant! Mei Zi and Niu San were unable to utilize their martial arts, while Zhu Yao bore countless external injuries. As for Azure Wind Antelope, it seemed they had been sent back to square one.
Nevertheless, one encouraging aspect was that with prior successful experiences and personnel capable of healing after injuries, Chang Guohong was confident he could cultivate a team of this scale in half the time.
After two days in the Intensive Care Unit, Pizza Hut finally returned safely. However, being free from life-threatening concerns was merely the best outcome; all martial prowess had been lost, and he appeared twenty years older overnight, his complexion grayer than ever.
Once Pizza Hut's condition was confirmed, Hua Gang launched a furious counterattack against Hurricane. Yet the outcome was ultimately inconclusive; neither side gained any advantage.
The so-called counterattack was merely a consolation for the masses. After two more days, there was no further news from Hua Gang's retaliation. The entire team returned to the north, arriving with great fanfare but leaving in a dismal silence.
Pizza Hut still occupied the position of the Grand Elder of Hua Gang, but no one could predict how long this situation would last.
After Shi Yushu's death, the United Heart Association held a grand memorial ceremony. However, before the ceremony concluded, various Warlords of the United Heart Association began to clash at the venue. With the president's position now vacant, seizing this opportunity was indeed a golden chance.
Yet, each Warlord possessed similar strength, and all coveted this position. Distrust among them led to four or five days of chaos without any resolution.
In the end, they decided to throw caution to the wind. Overnight, several self-proclaimed presidents of the United Heart Association emerged along the southeastern coast, each claiming legitimacy, even as some arrived too late to join in.
Logically speaking, after Shi Yushu's death, Han Fan should have been the most esteemed figure. Unfortunately, he was merely a strategist and not skilled in commanding troops; he had no capable soldiers under his command. This left him helplessly watching as others scrambled for power.
However, he became a sought-after figure. Every president of the United Heart Association extended an olive branch to him, hoping he would join them in creating greatness.
Yet Han Fan was acutely aware that after Shi Yushu, the United Heart Association had lost its clarity and was destined for decline. Unless a miracle occurred, no one could reverse this fate.
Thus, he had already devised an escape plan for himself.
At the temporary headquarters of Hurricane City, Jufeng sat on a sofa facing a comically endearing middle-aged man who wore a sincere smile.
Jufeng flipped through a stack of documents brought by Han Fan. The papers clearly outlined the preferences, strengths, and personalities of each current president. With this information in hand, Jufeng found it effortless to win over the United Heart Association.
Han Fan looked at Jufeng with genuine admiration and smiled when he saw Romain put down the documents and smile back.
"Feng Shao," Han Fan said earnestly, "I have always admired you. During Guan Bochao's time, I knew that his collaboration with Mu Zhongde was a path to ruin. However, being in a lowly position meant I had no voice and couldn't assist you. When Shi Yushu was alive, I did gain some influence, but Shi Yushu became too greedy and lost his way. People serve others out of duty; it’s beyond my control. Please understand that I hold no hostility towards Hurricane."
Listening to Han Fan’s heartfelt words and seeing his sincere expression made Jufeng chuckle. He reassured him, "Brother Han is being too modest. Even if we had past grievances, because of this generous gift you’ve given me today, I should let bygones be bygones and work sincerely with you!"
Upon hearing this, Han Fan felt relieved; he had been somewhat anxious before but now felt completely at ease.
"Feng Shao is too kind; you are far too gracious. This is simply what one should do. All I ask is for you to provide me with a comfortable position; that would be enough for me."
Jufeng nodded, then looked at Han Fan with a smile. Suddenly, he exclaimed, "Brother Han, it seems you've assisted quite a few people so far."
Han Fan was taken aback, unsure of what Jufeng meant by that. He pretended not to understand and remained silent.
Jufeng continued, "Brother Pipe Style, and then Shi Yushu; now it's my turn. You truly have quite the history!"
As Han Fan listened to Jufeng's words, an ominous feeling washed over him. He wanted to explain himself, but Jufeng didn't give him a chance to speak.
Jufeng said, "Brother Pipe Style met an untimely end, and Shi Yushu's fate was even more tragic. Brother Han, it seems that whoever you assist ends up in dire straits!"
The last four words from Jufeng had a dialectal tone, causing Xue and the others in the room to laugh along.
Han Fan also laughed, though his laughter felt extremely forced.
Jufeng shifted the topic to Xue and asked, "I remember there was a historical figure known as the Three-Surname Servant. What was his ultimate fate?"
"I believe he died," Xue replied somewhat incompletely. While it was true that historical figures ultimately met their demise, there were many ways to die, and Xue did not specify.
Since it didn't matter whether he elaborated or not, Jufeng continued, "I see! Then Brother Han should prepare for his journey."
Just moments ago they had been smiling at each other, but suddenly Han Fan found himself facing death. He was momentarily stunned until two burly men dragged him away.
"Feng Shao, you can't do this! I gave you all the information on the United Heart Association! How can you go back on your word? Spare me! Spare me..."
His voice faded from everyone's ears as Jufeng watched Han Fan's final pitiful expression and couldn't help but shake his head.
"It's all just an act; he took it seriously. It seems my acting skills are still superior!"
The others laughed at this. They had long harbored resentment towards Han Fan; someone who relied on scheming and cunning to survive was not respected in the atmosphere of Hurricane.
"How many of our brothers have died because of him, and he still dares to come to us? It's truly a death wish!" Xue Leng exclaimed.
The others nodded in agreement, unsure of what Han Fan was thinking. Was it because Pizza Hut had lost its teeth that he had nowhere else to turn and came to Hurricane?
Jufeng picked up the stack of documents beside him and handed them to Bill, instructing, "Take this to Mu Shu and assign him some informants. You and Zhu Mao stay here; the rest can head back."
Upon hearing this, Xue couldn't help but tease his old partner, "Looks like our Brother Jufeng can't wait to see his wife!"
The group erupted into hearty laughter, their joy echoing through the air.
(To be continued)
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