If anyone had the audacity to bump into her, letting them suffer a bit would be good. Otherwise, when he wasn't around one day, who would protect her spoiled and headstrong nature!
Chen Fan adopted a placid attitude. He crossed his arms, unwilling to listen to Chen Xing'er's chatter any longer, and pretended to sleep.
Chen Xing'er understood this kind of humor.
Seeing Chen Fan appear drowsy, she immediately shut her incessantly chattering mouth and sat quietly to the side… fiddling with her fingers.
Six hours later, the plane landed smoothly.
The moment before, Chen Fan had been sound asleep. The next moment, he opened his sharp eyes.
There was not a trace of grogginess in his gaze.
"You were faking sleep!"
Chen Xing'er leaped up from her seat. "Chen Tianjiao! How could you be so excessive! You pretended to sleep and lied to me just so you wouldn't have to listen to me. You have no idea how uncomfortable I was holding it all in on this trip. Just now..."
Chen Fan rubbed his temples. "I was really sleeping."
His voice was a little hoarse.
It seemed to be true.
Alright.
Chen Xing'er gave up on arguing with him and, guided by a flight attendant, disembarked.
Chen Fan watched Chen Xing'er, who was walking ahead with boundless energy, and sighed.
He didn't want her to come to Europa.
Worrying about her safety was one reason.
More importantly, he wanted to save himself from her incessant chatter—but the result...
Chen Fan hadn't expected that he would have to resort to such means to trick a girl into being quiet.
As soon as they stepped off the plane,
Chen Xing'er was rendered speechless by the swirling yellow sand. "The… environment here, will it dry out the skin if one stays too long?"
Chen Fan glanced at her. "It's not too late to regret it now."
"Who are you looking down on!"
Chen Xing'er sneered and patted her chest. "This young lady is naturally beautiful and unafraid of the sand!"
Although she said this, when she felt the grains of sand whistling past her cheeks, she couldn't help but shrink back and hide into her collar.
Chen Fan shook his head helplessly and wrapped the scarf he had prepared earlier around her neck.
"The wind in Europa blows twice a year, for half a year each time."
"You'll have to get used to it."
He was quite good at bluffing!
Chen Xing'er, having covered herself with the scarf, breathed a sigh of relief. "You make it sound like you come here often."
Chen Fan sighed, just about to explain, when his brow suddenly furrowed. He yanked Chen Xing'er, pulling her behind him—at the same time, gunshots erupted!
Ahead, two groups were engaged in a shootout, muzzle flashes spitting fire. The combatants showed no regard for the civilians lining the roadside.
"Boom!"
No one knew how long the gunfight had lasted, but it finally subsided with an explosion that resounded throughout the area.
Several lifeless bodies lay on the ground.
But soon, trained personnel stepped forward to clean up.
In just a few minutes, the street returned to its original appearance.
If it weren't for the faint, dark red bloodstains remaining on the stone steps, it would have seemed as though this sudden incident had never occurred.
Chen Xing'er's hands and feet turned cold.
This was the first time she had felt the proximity of death so keenly.
She cautiously peeked out from behind Chen Fan. She saw that all the civilians lining the road maintained a look of indifferent familiarity.
Chen Xing'er was stunned, her face turning somewhat grim. "Do these things happen often?"
"Europa is a notorious lawless zone. The distribution of power is decided through these life-and-death struggles. From street brawls to town massacres, if you're lucky, you might even witness them."
Chen Xing'er swallowed hard.
She certainly didn't want such luck.
"Brother Fan!"
A youthful voice called out.
Next, a young man, appearing to be around twenty-three or twenty-four, walked up to them.
The newcomer had a refined appearance, possessing both the flamboyant spirit of a young man riding a steed and a certain steady composure.
It was just this face…
Chen Xing'er pursed her lips and averted her gaze.
Clearly, he was the type to sow wild oats.
Chen Xing'er's disdain was too obvious for Luo Sheng to ignore.
"Brother Fan, is this your little sister?"
A reunion of old friends.
A hint of relief softened Chen Fan's eyes. He nodded, "Little sister."
Fine.
Since she was considered family, he wouldn't bother with her.
Luo Sheng immediately disregarded Chen Xing'er's glare and walked to Chen Fan's side with a smile. "The place to stay is all prepared. Let's talk in the car."
Chen Xing'er had never been so ignored!
Did this man not see her?
Chen Xing'er coughed a couple of times, waiting for the dashing-looking man to greet her, but…
She stamped her foot fiercely as she watched the two men walk away down the street, leaving her behind.
They didn't even wait for her!
The recent gunfight still left Chen Xing'er with lingering fear. She didn't dare to linger there alone and quickly jogged to catch up.
Hmph!
Chen Xing'er's eyes lit up as she looked at the military jeep in front of them. "Is this to pick us up?"
Luo Sheng, who was opening the door for Chen Fan, paused. "Is there something wrong?"
"It's too right!"
Chen Xing'er declared, then tossed her backpack into the backseat and directly opened the driver's door. "You, get out."
Luo Sheng, with his hand on the steering wheel, hadn't even reacted yet. "I, I am Young Master Luo's driver."
"Not anymore," Chen Xing'er said, pulling his hand and dragging him out of the driver's seat as she leisurely settled in—
Chen Xing'er tested the feel of it, her eyes sparkling with eagerness. "What are you all standing around for? Get in the car!"
Europa had its fair share of businesses that involved coercion and unfair sales, but this was the first time someone had charged in alone to their Luo family's territory.
Luo Yi did not take orders from this little girl.
He looked at Luo Sheng, who was standing beside Chen Fan. "Young Master..."