Chapter 17: What Is the Eight Characters?

A sharp “bang” echoed.

The invisible word spirit shattered inside the mind of the assassination master.

Chen Fan looked down at the filthy, blood-soaked ground and shook his head slightly.

Again with the word spirit lock—this person truly was both timid and cautious.

His gaze then fell upon the released Yin blood and the child’s bone.

The Yin blood belonged to an eighteen-year-old girl, taken from her heart’s blood.

The child’s bone was a leg bone from a young child...

“Died too easily,” Chen Fan murmured, his shadow gradually dissipating.

...

In a dimly lit basement, Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes.

No matter who had hired those assassins, Chen Fan was certain—

The evil cultivators they brought were more than just a few.

And with the assassination master cornered, the final glance at his face proved he had not lied.

“The one harming Fu Xueyue is right by her side...” Chen Fan frowned.

Adjusting his clothes, he stepped out of the shadowy basement.

As Chen Fan left, passing forensic doctors instinctively ignored him.

He reached the hospital entrance, hailed a taxi, and headed toward the Fu Corporation.

The Fu Corporation was located in the city center of Qing City, nestled in the most prime area of the CBD district.

Clearly, when the Fu Corporation building was constructed, a feng shui master had been invited to assess the site.

In simple terms, any company that occupied the Fu Corporation’s building was like a pig riding the wind—able to soar for at least five to ten years.

At the entrance, the security guard eyed Chen Fan’s casual attire warily.

This young man had frequently been personally received by President Fu not long ago.

“Mr. Chen, you’re here... please come in!” the guard saluted immediately.

Chen Fan nodded slightly and moved to step inside.

Just then, a woman in formal attire with dyed blonde hair appeared, her expression instantly shifting upon seeing him.

“Who gave you permission to come in?”

Zhao Chenxi frowned. “This is the Fu Corporation. Can just any outsider be allowed in?”

“Seems like you don’t want to be a security guard anymore, huh?”

Zhao Chenxi was one of the senior executives of the Fu Corporation.

Previously, Chen Fan had heard Fu Xueyue mention that this woman was her cousin.

Her aunt had married a boss surnamed Zhao from Jinling, and Zhao Chenxi had returned to Qing City to attend university.

After graduation, she naturally began her career at the Fu Corporation.

“Manager Zhao, you know Mr. Chen is a distinguished guest of President Fu...”

Before the guard could finish, Zhao Chenxi furrowed her brow.

“Go collect your wages from finance and don’t come back tomorrow!”

Zhao Chenxi scoffed, “His cooperation with President Fu has ended. Does he even deserve to be at the Fu Corporation?”

Chen Fan glanced at the dejected guard, then curiously at Zhao Chenxi.

Her reaction was off.

Though her expression revealed nothing, this was not the typical reaction one would have upon seeing him.

Even considering his attire, which differed greatly from the Fu Corporation’s staff,

it was hardly enough to provoke such hostility.

Could Zhao Chenxi be the one setting a trap for Fu Xueyue?

“I’m here to see Fu Xueyue. You have no right to stop me,” Chen Fan said calmly.

“I’m a senior executive of the company. How do I not have the right?” Zhao Chenxi lifted her head, disdain clear on her face.

Seeing her so unyielding, Chen Fan shook his head slightly.

Fresh out of university, she certainly had a certain fire in her.

Especially someone like Zhao Chenxi, with her background.

“Fine, I’ll just call Fu Xueyue down,” Chen Fan said, reaching for his phone.

“No!”

Zhao Chenxi hurriedly stopped him, her large watery eyes wide.

“President Fu is in a meeting. You can’t disturb her now!”

Chen Fan wasn’t one to quarrel unnecessarily—only when signing contracts.

But Zhao Chenxi... what was wrong with her?

He could still call or message Fu Xueyue after leaving, couldn’t he?

Chen Fan shook his head, unwilling to waste time arguing, and turned to leave.

“Hey! You! Why are you leaving?”

Zhao Chenxi quickly stepped forward to block him, lowering her voice several tones.

“You... you can wait for President Fu in my office after her meeting.”

Chen Fan pointed to the lounge area in the hall. “I can wait there just fine.”

Zhao Chenxi’s cheeks flushed slightly. “You!”

“I wasn’t saying that...”

She lowered her voice further. “I want to discuss a collaboration with you.”

Chen Fan was momentarily stunned.

He scrutinized the golden-haired, fair-skinned, elegantly dressed Zhao Chenxi.

She must be tsundere, right?

But it was just about a collaboration—what was there to be so proud about?

He had even suspected Zhao Chenxi was the mastermind targeting the Fu Corporation.

“Alright.” Chen Fan nodded slightly.

He followed Zhao Chenxi into the elevator. She swiped her access card and pressed the button for the 16th floor.

Chen Fan looked around; there was no feng shui formation with a dragon’s head biting its tail.

Without such a formation, the Fu Corporation would suffer from the phenomenon of “making money but losing it,”

especially on the 16th floor, one of the few floors in the Fu Building blessed with prosperous wealth energy.

They arrived at Zhao Chenxi’s office, and as soon as Chen Fan entered, she firmly shut the door.

The blinds were drawn down completely, making it seem like they were discussing a secret collaboration.

To an outsider, it might look like they were conspiring to hide something unspeakable.

“Is your office soundproof?” Chen Fan asked, puzzled. “No need to draw the blinds, right?”

Zhao Chenxi froze, suddenly realizing she had overdone it.

“None of your business!”

She quickly replied defensively. “You’re a feng shui master, right...”

“Give me 100,000 yuan and help me calculate... whether something has happened to my family.”

“If something has, how to resolve it.”

Chen Fan was taken aback.

Did she think he was a wishing well?

“I’m a feng shui master, not a wishing well.”

Chen Fan shook his head gently. “Even if you want me to help calculate your fortune, you should at least provide your family’s birth data.”

Zhao Chenxi blinked her big eyes, utterly confused.

“What’s birth data?”