Chapter Fifty-Six: Seriously Ill, Time to Take Medicine

If he had felt somewhat confident just moments ago, now he truly regretted coming here.

"Kid, you actually know Pei Xi? How do you know each other?" Zheng Ming casually scrolled through Fang Yuan's phone. By now, the alcohol had completely left his system. To his surprise, the only contact in this kid's phone was a single number, and that number belonged to Pei Xi.

His facial expression was utterly complex, and the look he gave Fang Yuan carried a distinct fierceness.

"We're just ordinary friends. You know Pei Xi too?" Seeing his hands cuffed, Fang Yuan steadied himself and began chatting with Zheng Ming.

He trusted that if Guo Xiaohua noticed his prolonged absence, he would come looking for him. Only now did Fang Yuan realize he hadn’t given Guo Xiaohua his phone number.

Still, there should be security cameras here. If Guo Xiaohua couldn’t find him, perhaps he could spot Fang Yuan on the surveillance footage.

"Ordinary friends? You think you’re worthy? At first, I just wanted to give you a little lesson, but now, I really think I should teach you a proper one." Zheng Ming stepped in front of Fang Yuan, reaching out to pat his face lightly.

"Tsk tsk, this delicate face of yours is quite refined. But do you know what I hate most? Boys like you. You always attract the girls’ attention, and that makes me very unhappy, with very serious consequences." As he spoke, Zheng Ming took a knife from someone standing nearby.

"Tell me, what do you think would happen if I left a mark on your face like this?" Zheng Ming pressed the blade against Fang Yuan’s cheek as he spoke.

Fang Yuan remained remarkably calm, his eyes fixed intently on the boy before him, whose expression had turned almost savage.

What Fang Yuan couldn’t understand was why, in the eyes of a boy about his own age, there would be such a deep-seated resentment.

"Master, that guy’s gaze is really off. Why don’t I take over your body and knock him down for you?" Chong Chong suggested, negotiating with Fang Yuan. Previously, Fang Yuan had made it clear that nothing was to be done to his body without his express permission.

No matter how eager Chong Chong was, he could only discuss it with Fang Yuan first.

"No need. I can handle it. But if he really tries to hurt me, just make sure my face stays unharmed," Fang Yuan replied calmly to Chong Chong.

He did care about his appearance. If his face was slashed, it would be hard to find a girlfriend in the future.

Fang Yuan had noticed something off in Zheng Ming’s eyes. Just as Zheng Ming made to move, two shadows darted past on either side of Fang Yuan.

Before he could react, Zheng Ming let out a blood-curdling scream.

The two men in black who had been standing behind Fang Yuan moved with astonishing speed, restraining Zheng Ming in an instant and knocking the knife from his hand.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!" Zheng Ming howled, his voice terrifying, his eyes bulging like a dead fish.

Everything was happening so bizarrely that Fang Yuan struggled to understand why the bodyguards would subdue their employer instead of him.

Could it be that his own strength had intimidated them earlier?

Zheng Ming continued to shout, and then something even more bewildering happened. The bodyguard, who previously had defended Zheng Ming, pulled a syringe from his pocket and unhesitatingly plunged it into Zheng Ming’s arm.

What on earth was going on?

Seeing Zheng Ming fall unconscious almost immediately, Fang Yuan was even more shocked. Were bodyguards these days always this protective, this ruthless?

The way the two of them worked together showed great experience and skill.

After dealing with Zheng Ming, they strode toward Fang Yuan.

"Master, what’s with these two? Be careful," Chong Chong warned, his concern obvious.

"No need to remind me, Chong Chong. If I put all my strength into ramming the door, could I break it down?" Fang Yuan asked quickly.

These two might be even more dangerous than Zheng Ming; true cold-blooded killers. But he had no quarrel with them—at least, none besides his earlier clash, which had been aimed at Zheng Ming, not them.

Surely they wouldn’t bear a grudge over that.

"Huazi, please come save your brother," Fang Yuan now genuinely regretted everything he had just done.

"We apologize for our young master’s offense just now. On his behalf, we offer our apologies. We hope you won’t mention today’s events to anyone," one of the men in black said, just as Fang Yuan was despairing.

Was he hallucinating? Or had something gone wrong with his ears?

Seeing Fang Yuan’s look of utter disbelief, the two men didn’t explain further, merely reminding him not to speak of what had happened.

Still stunned, Fang Yuan didn’t fully understand, but he nodded repeatedly, indicating he would keep quiet.

Once they saw his agreement, the men in black unlocked his handcuffs.

"We hope you’ll keep your word. If we find out you’ve told anyone about today, you will regret it. Let’s not have any unpleasantness between us. Thank you," the man said politely, though his tone brooked no argument.

Fang Yuan didn’t know what consequences would follow if he broke his word, but judging by their expressions, he could guess they would be dire.

After leaving the room, he still hadn’t recovered from his shock. He watched as the men in black closed the door but didn’t immediately walk away.

The room was on the top floor—the only room on that level—so Fang Yuan wasn’t worried about being discovered. He looked around, then pressed his ear against the door.

"Report to Madam that the young master has had another episode. Ask if we should call a doctor. Also, we’re out of sedatives. Have her send more," he heard clearly, despite the soundproofing.

An episode?

Was that boy sick—and seriously so, if it took sedatives to calm him down?

At last, Fang Yuan understood why the two men were so well-practiced. They had been trained for this.

He couldn’t help but pity those two bodyguards: not only did they have to ensure their employer’s safety, but they also had to perform the duties of a nurse.