No Apologies, No Regrets
Chu Fei figured Duan Lin wouldn't let him off the hook now, so he didn't bother saying anything. What was done was done—might as well own it like a man! Besides, with Xie Qin in the picture, did Duan Lin really have the guts to kill him? If she did, Chu Fei wasn't some pushover either. Don't forget his most powerful ability right now...
Devouring!
Duan Lin was probably mulling that over too, which explained why she stayed silent for so long, just staring at him with that weird look. Until the female security captain piped up again. "Boss, what do we do with this guy now?"
"Let him go!" To Chu Fei's shock—and everyone else's—Duan Lin dropped an answer that left them all stunned.
"Boss?"
"I said let him go!" Duan Lin turned away. "All of you, out."
"..."
The female guards had no clue what was going through her head, but orders were orders. They unchained the cuffs from Chu Fei's wrists and ankles, then filed out one by one. The captain, though, clearly held a grudge. As Chu Fei stood up, she lunged forward and grabbed his crotch.
"If you ever lay a hand on my boss again, kid, next time I'll snap off your third leg!"
"Sure thing."
Chu Fei still smarted from her boot on his head earlier. He gave her a cool glance. "I'm letting it slide this time since you didn't know better. But if you pull that shit again, don't blame me for what's coming."
"Oh yeah?"
The captain hadn't expected him to talk so tough. Her fingers tightened for a squeeze—but the next instant, agony shot through her palm. Almost simultaneously, her cheek exploded in pain, and she flew backward...
Smack!!!
Duan Lin whipped around in surprise. There stood Chu Fei, cool as ever, while the captain lay sprawled on the floor, her face a mottled mess of red and purple. She gaped at him in disbelief...
From her grab to her slap and crash—it all happened in the blink of an eye. She'd had his balls in her grip; with her skills, she should've reacted. But no, she'd been smacked down without a chance to fight back.
The female guards rushed back in. Seeing their captain floored, they charged at Chu Fei as one—but Duan Lin spoke up again!
"I told you all to get the hell out. Deaf or what?"
Duan Lin was the mistress of this villa, after all. No matter how much they hated Chu Fei, they wouldn't defy her—the price was too steep. Soon enough, the captain staggered out, supported by her team, her cheek swelling into a massive handprint. Chu Fei's payback for her boot to his head.
Those childhood beatings had taught Chu Fei one thing: treat a horse well and someone rides it; be kind to people and they bully you. He'd never been one to roll over—not even for Li Ran...
But his end with Li Ran proved the point all the same.
So Chu Fei had no illusions now. The captain had stomped him; he returned the favor. Not petty—it was how you earned respect...
Otherwise, she'd stomp you today and piss on your face tomorrow!
The captain slunk out, head down, mouth shut—probably from the pain. Hell, Chu Fei's full-force slap might've knocked out a few teeth.
With the living room finally quiet, Chu Fei shrugged at Duan Lin. Sure, groping her earlier had been a bit much—maybe even pervy. But her cold, bitchy attitude? No apologies from him. He brushed the dust off his cheap clothes, grabbed his backpack from the sofa, and headed for the door.
He'd manage fine without her damn massage techniques!
"Stop!" Duan Lin's voice cut like ice again. Chu Fei ignored her, striding right out.
Why listen if he was done with her?
Click...
Outside, a chorus of gun bolts. The female guards had real firearms trained on him, ready to turn him into Swiss cheese if he twitched. Chu Fei narrowed his eyes at the captain, clutching her face off to the side. "Guess you didn't learn your lesson..."
"I don't know if she did," Duan Lin said, still icy, her tone flat as death. "But keep acting like a wild animal, and I'll call Xie Qin right now. Tell her the fifteen-day deal she traded a favor for? Done. Wasted."
Chu Fei froze. What the hell?
After that, the fifteen-day agreement was still on?