"Ah, such a pity," Zhou Kai sighed, "That girl was so pretty, and what a figure too. Lin Chuan bro, if I were you, I wouldn't pass up on such a fine piece of meat, tsk tsk…"
"Get lost!" Lin Chuan gave him a stern glance, "Go take care of your own business."
"Hehe, alright then!" Zhou Kai legged it, as if afraid that Lin Chuan's fist would come crashing down on him.
After Zhou Kai left, Lin Chuan's mood inexplicably improved a bit. Regarding the matter of Fang Yuan, Lin Chuan suddenly felt that he might be too impatient. If Fang Yuan really was to be punished by the organization, even if he acted now, it was probably too late.
Exiting the Eight Horses Tea House, the night outside had turned very dark.
Lin Chuan stepped in the moonlight, heading back to Changlin Factory.
