Hei Lang knelt on the ground, cold sweat trickling down his face, his eyes filled only with fear.
At this moment, facing Lu Pan's invisible aura, he felt like a tiny ant. A single insignificant movement from Lu Pan could crush him into dust.
"Mr. Hei Lang, what are you doing?"
Lu Hui's face turned pale with fright. He had no idea why Hei Lang had suddenly knelt before Lu Pan.
He had the confidence to openly confront Lu Pan precisely because Hei Lang was a powerful expert of the Hua Jin third stage.
He absolutely did not believe Lu Pan could be Hei Lang's opponent.
Yet, at their first encounter, Hei Lang, without a word, not even making a move, had fallen to his knees before Lu Pan, trembling and sweating profusely!!
Lu Hui's heart sank.
"You, don't come any closer!" Lu Hui fumbled at his waist.
The next second, a dark gun barrel was aimed at Lu Pan.
With the gun in hand, Lu Hui breathed a slight sigh of relief, chambered a round, and grinned menacingly at Lu Pan, "Take one more step forward, and I'll shoot!!"
"Be careful, sir!" Qian Rourou's heart leaped into her throat, and she couldn't help but call out a warning to Lu Pan.
She already knew Lu Pan was a martial artist, but martial artists were still flesh and blood. No matter how tough, they couldn't withstand bullets.
Lu Pan looked coldly at Lu Hui, who was pointing the gun at him, and a condescending smile played on his lips, "You truly court death!"
"Stop bluffing and kneel down to me and kowtow three times, or I'll shoot you dead!"
Lu Hui gripped the gun with both hands, warily eyeing Lu Pan.
Lu Pan was no ordinary martial artist. If he were to be distracted, he might very well escape his grasp.
At that point, he would be in danger!
Lu Pan casually plucked a blade of grass and looked at Lu Hui with a playful expression, "How about we see who's faster, your bullet or this blade of grass in my hand?"
"Go to hell!!"
Lu Hui felt the pressure from Lu Pan and roared as he pulled the trigger.
"Ahhhh!"
Qian Rourou and Liu Meng screamed in fright.
But the expected gunshot did not ring out.
"Ah—"
Lu Hui let out a heart-wrenching scream. His index finger, which was on the trigger, was gone, bleeding profusely!
"Ahhhh! My finger, where's my finger!"
Lu Hui had lived a life of luxury since childhood, never enduring such pain. He roared wildly.
"It seems my blade of grass is still faster," Lu Pan said with a smile.
As he spoke, he plucked a second blade of grass.
"You, don't come any closer!" Lu Hui, enduring the pain of his severed finger, stumbled back two steps. "Hei Lang, Mr. Hei Lang, hurry and kill him! I'll pay you more, three times more, no—five times more!"
Hei Lang had already been stunned by Lu Pan's earlier feat of using flying leaves to inflict harm.
Controlling objects with Qi was the mark of a Grandmaster!!
How foolish was he, a Hua Jin third-stage expert, to agree to kill a Grandmaster for Lu Hui? Even with nine lives, it wouldn't be enough!
Hei Lang lay prostrate on the ground, trembling, and completely ignored Lu Hui's words.
Lu Pan's body flickered, and he instantly appeared before Lu Hui. The blade of grass in his hand turned into the sharpest blade in the world, slicing off one of Lu Hui's arms.
"No!"
Lu Hui's face turned ashen. Seeing his right arm fall to the ground, he cried out in despair and fainted.
Qian Rourou and Liu Meng were also stunned by Lu Pan's exquisite skills.
They had never expected Lu Pan, who looked harmless, to be so ruthless in his actions.
"Rourou... he's not going to kill us to silence us, is he?" Liu Meng shivered, thinking of the words she had spoken to disparage Lu Pan.
"Probably not." Qian Rourou, though startled by Lu Pan, quickly regained her composure.
Looking at Lu Pan from afar, her beautiful eyes sparkled with a strange light.
In less than two or three minutes since Lu Pan's appearance, Lu Hui and his men were wiped out.
"My lord, spare me."
Hei Lang, still kneeling on the ground, suddenly kowtowed and begged for mercy.
"Give me a reason not to kill you!" Lu Pan looked at Hei Lang expressionlessly.
Hei Lang kowtowed repeatedly, his only thought being survival.
"Hei Lang is willing to serve you day and night, pledge his loyalty unto death, and if I betray you, may I die a horrible death!"
Hei Lang continued to kowtow, his forehead already a bloody mess, yet he showed no sign of stopping.
Lu Pan snorted, "I'll spare your life for now. Clean this place up, and then get Lu Hui and his men out of here!"
After speaking, Lu Pan walked towards Qian Rourou and Liu Meng.
"You two, follow me!"
Looking at the closed gate of the Purple Maple Villa, Hei Lang struggled to get up from the ground.
Lu Pan had not laid a finger on him, yet he felt completely drained.
"Thank you, sir, for sparing my life!"
Inside the courtyard.
Qian Rourou quickly thanked Lu Pan, "Thank you, sir, for saving us just now. If it weren't for you, little Meng and I would have met with misfortune..."
"That's enough. No need for thanks. If I hadn't asked you to come to the Purple Maple Villa, you wouldn't have coincidentally run into Lu Hui!"
Lu Pan interrupted Qian Rourou and pointed to a stone bench nearby, "Let's cut to the chase, take off your clothes."
Upon hearing this, Liu Meng exploded. She angrily said to Lu Pan, "You scoundrel, what are you saying? Just because you saved us doesn't give you the right to be presumptuous!"
Lu Pan frowned, clearly displeased.
He hadn't provoked anyone this morning, so why was everyone coming to pick a fight with him?
First Yanzi and Nalan Mingyue, then Lu Hui, and now this girl named Liu Meng.
Lu Pan patiently explained, "She has congenital myocardial atrophy. If she doesn't take off her clothes, how can I treat her?"
"You!" Liu Meng was left speechless by Lu Pan's words. "Hmph, I think you just want to take advantage of Rourou."
"Rourou, you absolutely cannot fall for his trick," Liu Meng said, pulling Qian Rourou's hand anxiously. "You're still a maiden. If he sees your body, what man will want you later?"
"Little Meng, what nonsense are you talking about!" Qian Rourou's cheeks flushed, and she glared at her good friend. "Sir is not that kind of person."
Liu Meng, however, did not think so and pulled her aside, "You can know someone's face but not their heart. I think we should come back another day."
"Treat or not treat? If not, then hurry up and leave!" Lu Pan had heard their conversation clearly and was starting to lose patience.
"Treat (Not treat)!"
Qian Rourou and Liu Meng spoke in unison.
"Sir, please don't listen to Little Meng's ramblings," Qian Rourou said with a blushing face, sitting down on the stone bench and beginning to unbutton her shirt.
"Oh dear." Liu Meng suddenly clutched her stomach and crouched on the ground, feigning pain. "Rourou, I, my stomach hurts. It seems my period has come."
Qian Rourou was speechless. Of all times for Liu Meng's period to come, it had to be now.
"Alright, you two can come back in a couple of days!"
Lu Pan directly asked them to leave.