635: Chapter 635 Suspecting Xiang Yu’s Identity 635: Chapter 635 Suspecting Xiang Yu’s Identity Feng Lan had already lost her mind at this point, ignoring Xiang Yu’s persuasion and the gun in his hand; she only had one thought in her mind, to give Xiang Yu a good lesson.

But her strength was becoming weaker and her movements slower, while Xiang Yu was unaffected.

If this continued, even if she exhausted herself, she wouldn’t be able to touch Xiang Yu.

However, Feng Lan didn’t care about any of that; she needed to vent, she wanted to tear Xiang Yu apart.

The punch she threw just now should have missed Xiang Yu as well, she had no expectations of hitting him, but it landed solidly on Xiang Yu’s face.

The backlash made Feng Lan’s fist hurt a little.

“You bastard,” Feng Lan was taken aback when she saw that Xiang Yu hadn’t dodged, but she quickly threw another punch at him.

Xiang Yu still didn’t dodge, and Feng Lan’s punch hit him square in the face.

“Why don’t you dodge, why aren’t you dodging now?” Feng Lan yelled, stretching out her fist and throwing it at Xiang Yu again.

Xiang Yu just stood there with a calm expression, showing no intentions of avoiding the blow.

Feng Lan’s fist stopped as soon as it touched Xiang Yu’s face.

“Why aren’t you dodging, you bastard?” Feng Lan glared fiercely with wide eyes.

Xiang Yu’s serious face broke into a smirk and he said, “If you wanted to touch my face, you should have just said so, no need for all this, you could have just touched it directly.”

Feng Lan almost spit out a mouthful of blood upon hearing this, then she turned and kicked at Xiang Yu, who quickly jumped away.

Feng Lan didn’t pursue further but sat down with a cold snort and gradually calmed herself down.

A minute of silence passed between them before Xiang Yu said with a smile, “About earlier…”

“Don’t you bring it up!” Feng Lan turned her head and glared.

“Alright, alright, no more talk about it,” Xiang Yu straightened up, his expression becoming serious again, and then he said, “I have something to ask you.”

Seeing Xiang Yu’s serious expression, Feng Lan turned toward him as well, her own face just as stern.

With their current opposing identities, she really didn’t know what Xiang Yu could possibly want to discuss with her.

“Your chest hasn’t been surgically altered, has it?” Xiang Yu suddenly asked, because it was too perfect and he couldn’t get it out of his mind.

“You…” Feng Lan looked at Xiang Yu through gritted teeth, but there was an odd feeling in her heart that she couldn’t describe, perhaps a touch of pride.

After all, which woman wouldn’t welcome praise?

“Right, right, onto serious matters,” Xiang Yu quickly composed himself, dispelling the thoughts from his mind before asking, “Which military unit did you used to be in?”

As soon as Xiang Yu spoke, Feng Lan immediately tensed up.

However, she still pretended to be nonchalant and smiled, “What do you mean?”

Xiang Yu, observing the change in Feng Lan’s expression, confirmed that she was one of the three people Commander Cao had directed him to find.

“You’ve served in the military,” Xiang Yu stated.

“No,” Feng Lan replied curtly, and then she resolutely faced forward and said, “I am now in your capture; kill me or flay me, it’s all up to you, but if you hope to get any information from me, don’t dream about it.”

It was clear that Feng Lan was a very resilient person.

Seeing this, Xiang Yu also smiled and said, “Don’t be nervous, I don’t mean to harm you, I just want to know why you were running away?”

Feng Lan trembled all over when she heard this and quickly turned her head, her eyes sharp as she looked at Xiang Yu and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I told you that you can fully trust me.

I’m helping you, and if you don’t talk, it’s not just you at risk; your two sisters will be captured as well,” Xiang Yu said calmly.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Feng Lan looked at Xiang Yu, trying to glimpse some clue from his expression, but his face was as placid as an ancient well, revealing no emotional changes.

“Who exactly are you?

Why do you know this much?

What are you after?” Feng Lan stared at Xiang Yu in shock.

He had begun to seem mysterious in her eyes.

She had once believed that Xiang Yu was merely a gang leader in the underworld, accustomed to committing numerous evil deeds, whom she intended to deal with swiftly.

Only after her previous encounter with Xiang Yu did she realize that he might not be so simple.

Yet, she still underestimated him, and now she had been directly captured by Xiang Yu.

“It doesn’t matter who I am, what matters is that I can help you,” Xiang Yu said earnestly.

Feng Lan just snorted coldly and fell silent.

She was no fool nor a three-year-old child; Xiang Yu’s words were not enough to make her believe him now.

“You can choose not to talk, but then I won’t be able to help you.

If you feel you have been wronged, then speak up.

If you don’t think so, then there’s nothing more for me to say.

Consider your next step wisely,” Xiang Yu finished speaking and stood up, preparing to walk outside.

Xiang Yu had anticipated this situation; the other party wouldn’t easily trust him.

But he couldn’t readily expose his identity to others either.

“Hold on!” Just as Xiang Yu was about to walk out the door, Feng Lan suddenly called out and looked at him with a puzzled face, “Are you really letting me go just like that?”

Xiang Yu replied with an easy smile, “What else?

Take you as a bandit’s bride?”

His comment infuriated Feng Lan, but she then probed further, “Were you once a soldier?”

Xiang Yu just smiled and didn’t plan to continue the conversation, then walked out and closed the door behind him.

He would have plenty of time later and didn’t mind this momentary delay.

When Feng Lan had no other options, she would naturally come to find him.

But Xiang Yu had not gone far when the door behind him suddenly opened.

Feng Lan stood there and shouted, “Stop, I have something to say to you.”

Xiaoxuan, standing to the side, couldn’t make head nor tail of the situation.

He knew Feng Lan, and he knew that the two sides were adversaries, yet now it seemed as if there was some mysterious relationship between them.

Unable to help himself, Xiaoxuan silently gave a thumbs up to Xiang Yu, admiring him to the utmost.

He was aware of Xiang Yu’s charm with women, and couldn’t believe that he had so quickly won over a superb beauty, and one from the Evil God at that.

After considering for a moment, Xiang Yu walked back, closed the door, and then smiled, “What, can’t bear to see me leave?”

Feng Lan had already come to understand Xiang Yu’s personality; the guy was a smart talker, slick with his words.

If she were to throw herself at him now, he would surely be taken aback and at a loss.

With her mood somewhat improved by this thought, Feng Lan sat down and said, “Can you at least tell me, what is your real identity?”

“The entire city’s underground forces are under my control.

What do you think my identity is?

Of course, I’m a mob boss,” Xiang Yu said unreservedly.

Feng Lan shook her head and said no more.

She knew Xiang Yu was lying.

Since he wouldn’t reveal his identity, she wouldn’t ask further.

But the fact that Xiang Yu knew about her affairs meant he couldn’t be a simple character.

However, despite Xiang Yu having captured her, he had not mistreated her, which she found strange.

She faintly felt that Xiang Yu might actually be able to help her, which was why she had called him back.

“Do you want to know the truth about the situation?” Feng Lan asked, looking at Xiang Yu with uncertainty…