CHAPTER 251: CHAPTER 214

Lan Tian clenched his fist and swung it towards Ah Yong. With the sound of "bang bang bang", Ah Yong flew out like a kite.

"Bang"

He hit the wall with a loud noise, causing the floor to shake, which showed just how much force Lan Tian had used. Thankfully, Lan Tian had the foresight to lay out an Array beforehand; despite the havoc unleashed inside the room, not a whisper could be heard outside—its sound insulation was top-notch.

The venomous smile on Zhou Yuwei’s face still lingered in her eyes. She had been imagining Lan Tian kneeling and begging her, then offering her hope, followed by the despair of shattered expectations, and the painting of a fate worse than death after being toyed with—but none of that happened. Instead, she saw Ah Yong being thrown out like a rag.

Thrown out.

Zhou Yuwei’s eyes widened and her mouth hung open in shock; it really happened, he was thrown out, light as a feather, like a piece of paper. Ah Yong fell from the wall like a splattered mud pie, going ’plop’ as he hit the ground, and crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His breath was as thin as a thread, and his life and death were uncertain.

Zhou Yuwei’s eyes bulged, and her mouth slightly agape—she wore an expression as if she had seen a ghost, overwhelmed with panic, fear, and dread which welled up from within her. She turned woodenly to look at Lan Tian.

A murder!

Lan Tian killed Ah Yong, and Zhou Yuwei’s mind went blank. The image of Ah Yong flying out kept flickering before her eyes; a chill ran from her feet to the top of her head, shaking her whole body like a leaf in a storm. Zhou Yuwei wanted to faint, but she couldn’t. Her gaze was fixed firmly on Lan Tian.

Lan Tian spread out his palm, then clenched his fist again. Good, the training in Body Technique was not in vain. Compared to using Spells to hit someone, physically beating someone up was much more satisfying. Lan Tian squinted and smiled, as if aware that Zhou Yuwei was watching him; he turned his head, looking at her and waved his hand.

That smile, in Zhou Yuwei’s eyes, appeared like a demon from hell, laughing viciously, causing her to be terrified. Lan Tian glanced at Zhou Yuwei, then his eyes settled on Ah Yong before walking over. After looking for a while, he suddenly extended his foot and nudged the motionless person on the ground. Like a dead pig, Ah Yong showed no reaction. Lan Tian snorted coldly; such a useless loser dared to covet her—it was like he had the gall of a bear and the courage of a leopard.

Ah Yong had been knocked out by Lan Tian’s beating, then pain woke him up again; he wasn’t dead, but he wasn’t far from it either. At least several of his ribs were broken, and it felt like they had pierced into his chest cavity, even breathing hurt like his heart and lungs were tearing apart. He hadn’t been able to fight back at all against Lan Tian’s one-sided beating; since when had women become so powerful?

Such a ferocious woman—who had let her out? Only Mo Junhua could handle her. If by some fluke he survived this time, he’d definitely take a detour whenever he caught wind of her scent in the future.

Lan Tian’s gaze moved from his head, swept across his face, over his chest and abdomen, and slowly landed in between his legs.

Ah Yong suddenly felt a chilly breeze around him, although the sun was shining brightly outside, and the crowd was bustling. Inside the room, it felt like several degrees below zero. He couldn’t help but shiver all over, sensing that something bad was about to happen.

Lan Tian tilted his head with a smile that curved his eyes and brows, lifting his foot and grinding it down forcefully, his gaze tightly on the person lying on the ground.

Ah Yong’s face underwent a drastic change. The acute pain from below made it impossible for his face to look good. His face became ashen, his eyes fixed on Lan Tian with a fierce loathing. How dare this woman, how dare she treat him like this?

Who gave her the audacity.

"You can’t do this to me." His broken voice squeezed out from his throat, each word as if spoken with his life. A stream of blood followed the words, staining his shoulder red, a ghastly sight to behold.

Lan Tian’s eyebrows didn’t crease, and the pressure under her foot increased a bit more. Even if he was eloquent today, Lan Tian was set on crippling him. You, a soldier, should be thinking about defending the country and serving the motherland, instead of engaging in lowly thievery, and you even targeted her. You expect her to show mercy? You really think you are more important than the sky itself, what a joke.

The pain in his chest was unbearable, and another surge of pain came from below. Ah Yong’s face grew paler, opening his mouth to let out more blood. Between life and death, the iron-willed soldier lost his backbone. The likes of him can’t be called an iron-willed soldier, just a coward.

"I am an active soldier and a company commander, assaulting a soldier is equivalent to treason, the consequences are very severe. You wouldn’t want to spend your whole life in jail, would you? Stop now, and I’ll act as if nothing happened. I’ll never meddle in your and Zhou Yuwei’s affairs again. How about that?" Ah Yong, on the brink of death, didn’t care about his chest pain and hurriedly finished speaking, pretending to be generous and not holding a grudge against Lan Tian.

Lan Tian laughed mockingly, lifting her foot off and wiping it disdainfully on his pants before lifting her noble foot again, stepping on Ah Yong’s face, her toe tapping lightly, "So according to you, if today I was knocked out by Zhou Yuwei and then you did something to me, it would be my fault, just because you’re a soldier, so I should just accept my bad luck? Is that what you mean?"

Lan Tian’s smile was chilling, causing Ah Yong to feel a shudder of terror, "Rest assured, that won’t happen. It’s truly a misfortune for the army to have someone like you. Out of consideration for my brother Junhua, I’ve decided to eradicate you on behalf of the sun. I’m just a kind-hearted person who can’t stand to see filth in the military, don’t thank me too much, really, it’s nothing."

Zhou Yuwei was so frightened by Lan Tian that her legs went weak, and she sat slumped on the ground. Seeing Lan Tian talking to Ah Yong without paying attention to her, she sneakily glanced toward the bedroom. If she could get into the bedroom, she would be saved. She was only a few steps from the bedroom, and that vile Lan Tian probably thought she had nowhere to run, so she wasn’t watching her. Taking advantage of Lan Tian’s inattention, she sprang up and ran swiftly into the bedroom, bolting the door behind her and heading for the lone wardrobe inside.

Fengyun Hotel was built in the style of the Daho tribe, with a suite hidden within a suite. That is to say, two adjacent rooms can be connected, and the key to the connection is the wall between them. This wall was fashioned into a wardrobe, which was divided into two sections. Only the left section can be moved, and pushing it open allows one to enter the next room.

It was precisely because of this design that Zhou Yuwei had booked these two rooms. She knew about it because she had been here before, but Lan Tian didn’t.

Lan Tian heard some noise behind her and looked back, but didn’t pay much attention. "I’ve always been fair and just in my dealings, everything must be reciprocal. You guys have given me a substantial gift, so I must return one to you, only then it’s fair. Before getting you kicked out of the military, I’ve prepared a super luxury gift package for you, stay tuned."

Lan Tian also had a slight obsession with cleanliness; she wouldn’t want to touch a scoundrel with her hands, except, of course, to beat him up. With a disdainful purse of her lips, she waved her hand, flinging the man onto the sofa. Without paying attention to the human scum behind her, she headed towards the bedroom.