Chapter 32: Guilan Fang

Liu Xiaofeng silently took out a Black Star and a box of bullets, placed them on Lu Chen's desk using a handkerchief as a pad, and then pulled the handkerchief back.

"Prepare more bullets. You still have the gun on your side, right?"

Lu Chen merely glanced at the desk before looking away.

"I do. I'll go to the black market tomorrow morning to get some more."

A look of gravity appeared on Liu Xiaofeng's face as he spoke in a low voice.

"Alright, go get busy."

When Lu Chen put the pistol back into the drawer, he tossed it into his personal space.

Later that evening, Lu Chen returned to his personal space; this time, he didn't appear directly in the room, but went to the supermarket to grab a bottle of cola before heading to the overhead floor.

He made a Simple Target and began to awkwardly inspect the Black Star.

If he hadn't had contact with guns during modern military training, he would have been truly dumbfounded.

However, as for taking it apart, he certainly didn't dare; since he was a child, anything he took apart could never be put back together in one piece.

Either he would get stuck halfway through, or he would just stare blankly at a pile of parts...

After fiddling with it for a good while, Lu Chen finally fired a few shots at the target and slowly found the feel for it.

And only one magazine of the bullets Liu Xiaofeng gave him remained.

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, then began to laugh.

He gulped down a bottle of cola and shouted, "Refreshing!"

It was just his shoulders—well, his arms were a bit hard to lift.

However, he also knew clearly that this thing was his final line of defense; he wouldn't use it unless it was absolutely necessary.

Besides, in Xianggang now... the consequences of using a gun were simply too severe...

Lu Chen placed it next to the two wooden boxes, kept it loaded and ready to fire at any moment, and then changed into his pajamas.

He opened the wooden box containing the letter from Luosha, sighed, and closed it again.

He held the Small Box tightly in his hand for a long time...

The Small Box seemed to sense Lu Chen's pressure and spat out a Silver Coin.

The corners of Lu Chen's mouth curled up slightly as he put the Silver Coin back into the wooden box.

The next afternoon.

Liu Xiaofeng was checking the car, making final preparations.

"Xiaofeng, give me your gun; I have a place to hide it."

Lu Chen smiled; as for going into a wolf's den, he had seen it in modern television dramas, whether it was being frisked or some other method.

In any case, it was very difficult to bring a gun inside.

With his personal space, Lu Chen only needed to toss it in, and no one would ever be able to find it.

"Alright."

Liu Xiaofeng looked at Lu Chen in surprise, a flash of hesitation in his eyes, but he still handed the Black Star and the bullets over to Lu Chen.

Soon, the two of them drove Li Xuanhua's car toward Guilan Fang.

"Boss, Guilan Fang is a gambling den, well, and... anyway, it's a comprehensive entertainment venue."

In the car, a faint flush seemed to appear on Liu Xiaofeng's dark face.

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment before he realized, and his own face felt a little hot.

I am a fine, upstanding modern youth who has never been to such a place...

It's my first time!

First time!

Why do I seem to be looking forward to it a little...

"Ahem, focus on driving; we are here to handle serious business."

Lu Chen coughed twice, shifted his body, and sat up straight with a serious expression.

Well, he looked even more like a primary school student than when he was at Professor Li's place.

Liu Xiaofeng glanced at the awkwardly sitting Lu Chen, and the red on his face became even more obvious.

Along the way, Liu Xiaofeng's driving was considered steady, that is, except for nearly hitting a utility pole, nearly kissing a wall, and nearly...

Well, steady, truly very steady, close calls but no danger!

Lu Chen got out of the car, took a look at Liu Xiaofeng, and then looked at the building not far away with the plaque "Guilan Fang" hanging on it.

Two small-time thugs were leaning boredly against the wall by the entrance, smoking cheap cigarettes and chatting idly.

Seeing Lu Chen bring Liu Xiaofeng over, they hurriedly put on "fierce and menacing" expressions.

It really made Lu Chen want to laugh.

"You two look unfamiliar; what business do you have coming to Guilan Fang?"

The two thugs blocked Lu Chen's path as he tried to step into Guilan Fang with a slouching, insolent air.

Liu Xiaofeng frowned and stepped forward, but was blocked by Lu Chen.

"I heard Feizai is at Guilan Fang, so I came over specifically to see him today."

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes and straightened his suit.

His tone seemed to carry a hint of frivolity, yet it was also somewhat low.

"Where are you from? You think you can just see our boss whenever you want?"

The thug looked Lu Chen up and down, then looked at the burly, suit-wearing thug Liu Xiaofeng behind him.

There was a trace of fear in his eyes, but he mustered his courage to snap back.

"This is my Business Card. You can have your boss come down. See that coffee shop? I'll wait there for 15 minutes; I won't wait any longer after that."

Lu Chen took out a Business Card, handed it to the thug, and pointed toward a dilapidated coffee shop at the street corner.

He turned and walked away, taking Liu Xiaofeng with him.

When they reached the car, Lu Chen took out Liu Xiaofeng's pistol and handed it to him where the thug could not see.

"Drive the car near the coffee shop, then come back up."

Lu Chen did not pay any attention to the gaze from behind him and walked straight toward the coffee shop.

"Welcome."

Pushing open the door, the old-fashioned decor carried a scent of sunshine.

"One Americano, one cappuccino."

Lu Chen tilted his head to glance at Liu Xiaofeng outside the window before speaking.

He took out a 555, lit it, and sat at a seat by the window.

After a while, Liu Xiaofeng walked in, his waistline bulging.

"Boss, I just observed the area; there is a road over there, and I parked the car at the end of that alley. If there is any danger, you can just head straight that way."

Liu Xiaofeng whispered, pointing to a small alley outside the window, before continuing to speak in a low voice.

"Feizai's lackeys seem to have moved a bit closer to us, but they haven't surrounded us."

Lu Chen's expression remained indifferent, and he nodded slightly.

"Go sit over there; I ordered a cappuccino for you."

Liu Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment before sitting at the bar, picking up the coffee to take a sip, his peripheral vision constantly fixed on the door.

Lu Chen glanced at Liu Xiaofeng, nodded slightly, and then looked out the window.

It was indeed just as Liu Xiaofeng had said; the thugs outside seemed to be increasing in number.

But Feizai didn't seem to have arrived yet!

He raised his hand to check the time; there were still 5 minutes left, no need to rush!

As time ticked away, just as Lu Chen was preparing to stand up, the thugs outside seemed to be in some sort of commotion.

A fatty wearing a floral shirt squeezed his way out from among the thugs.

He shuffled bit by bit toward the coffee shop.

No wonder he's called Feizai!

So it wasn't a nickname, but a description of his physique!

The corners of Lu Chen's mouth curled up slightly, and the expression on his face tightened.

He took a sip of coffee and began to preheat his Cigar.

The entire coffee shop seemed to be left with only the melodious music and the sizzling sound of Lu Chen preheating his Cigar.