Chen Fan then made a call to an unfamiliar number. After the call was connected, Chen Fan spoke a few things into the phone before hanging up abruptly. No one knew what was said on the other end of the computer.
He directly confirmed his plan in his mind.
Chen Fan decided to first find out the time Kong Guyong would return to the villa, then investigate the number of security guards and hidden sentries around the villa and their shift changes. This way, all of Kong Guyong's security arrangements and return times could be ascertained. When Bai Lin retrieved Kong Guyong's information from District Thirteen, he could also complete the mission swiftly and, on the side, spend some time with Bai Lin.
Chen Fan felt that with Bai Lin's information, his own superb strength, and the enhancement of his excellent assassination techniques, the mission was unlikely to fail significantly, at least according to Chen Fan's Plan A.
As for Chen Fan's Plan B, if any accidents occurred during the assassination, he would act as before: even at the risk of exposure, he would eliminate anyone who knew his identity.
If District Thirteen became too suspicious, he would directly frame that ancient-styled man, diverting all of District Thirteen's attention from Chen Fan to the identity of the man in red.
After all, Chen Fan had already learned from various colleagues that the Divine Hall of the Left and Right was investigating this man in red.
This was Chen Fan's Plan B, simple and brutal.
This was also the approach of a true master, solving all problems one by one with layered plans, which was Chen Fan's consistent problem-solving method.
With the issue of Kong Guyong resolved, Chen Fan's sole thought was to eat.
After all, Chen Fan hadn't eaten much on the train, and the journey of one day and one night had left him extremely hungry.
Immediately after disembarking, he had another fight with a burly man.
By the time he reached the hotel, it was almost evening. He had spent about three to four hours in his room contemplating the issues.
Chen Fan soon came down from the elevator and headed straight for a small eatery next to the hotel.
It was almost nine o'clock in the evening. The restaurant in the hotel was nearing closing time, and Chen Fan was not picky about food, so he thought of the small eatery he had seen at the entrance when he got off the train.
Before he even reached the entrance, he heard the clamor from inside.
"Your restaurant must give us consumers a reasonable explanation!"
A voice boomed from inside the restaurant.
Upon hearing this, Chen Fan prepared to turn around and leave.
After all, Chen Fan, exhausted as he was, did not want to get involved in other matters again.
However, after checking his phone map for a moment, Chen Fan decided to return to the small eatery.
This was because the hotel, located in the outskirts of Kong Guyong's villa, was extremely remote.
There were virtually no other restaurants within a ten-kilometer radius.
"I hope this doesn't drag me into it again. I'm just a passerby," Chen Fan muttered to himself.
He then walked into the restaurant.
As Chen Fan entered, everyone inside was still arguing about the previous incident. The owner was too busy to even notice Chen Fan's arrival.
"Excuse me, is there still dinner available?"
As Chen Fan spoke, everyone in the small eatery immediately noticed him.
The arguments ceased.
"Brother, come back after we've resolved this matter!" the man who appeared to be the leader of the group confronting the restaurant said.
Hearing this, the restaurant owner immediately bristled!
"Why should customers dining at my restaurant listen to you?" the owner retorted.
The leading man immediately responded.
"Why? Because we found a dead insect in your food, and we naturally must dissuade others from dining here until you resolve this matter!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding crowd immediately nodded, finding it quite reasonable.
Chen Fan, hearing this, also found the statement to have no fault.
He nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, the restaurant owner said no more. He tried to explain a few times but ultimately remained silent.
After all, the moral high ground was currently with the leading man who was defending consumer rights.
Chen Fan also saw the restaurant owner's attempt to explain, but under the leading man's barrage of criticism, he said nothing further.
At this moment, Chen Fan was still preoccupied with when he could eat.
For Chen Fan now, whether the food contained insects or not was irrelevant; he had even eaten insects directly before.
"Boss! I don't care if it has bugs or if people died from it, just give me a bowl of egg fried rice first," Chen Fan said, looking at the arguing crowd.
Hearing Chen Fan's words, the leading man immediately stopped him.
"Young man, I advise you to find another restaurant to eat at. There's a new restaurant about fifteen kilometers from here with decent taste. I just ate there at noon. You can wait and I'll give you a ride there."
The owner, hearing Chen Fan's words and then the leading man's, seemed about to retort but was immediately reprimanded by the leading man.
"Do you still want to open your mouth and argue? Your shop isn't even safe, and you're still trying to cook for this young man?"