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"Bang!"
The door was kicked open from the outside, causing everyone in the lounge to look over.
Xu Fan walked in with a calm expression, followed closely by Lu Chenbing.
Zhou Xian sized up Xu Fan, his heart filled with suspicion. Was this the mysterious person who had promised to protect me via telepathy?
He didn't look the part; not a trace of an Ancient Martial Artist's aura was revealed.
Xu Fan glanced around the room then nodded slightly at Zhou Xian, signaling him to be at ease.
That look managed to calm Zhou Xian considerably. For some reason, he felt he could trust the young man, so he hurried to recover his strength, as the situation was still unclear.
"Fuck, do you think you can just come in here whenever you want? Tired of living, are you?" one of the armed bodyguards threatened with a vicious look on his face.