Chapter 314: Chapter 314

Li Xiaotian had already left the safe house, but for some reason, Fang Zhou, sensing the strange atmosphere in the room, suddenly felt even more tense.

He stood up, supporting his knees—Li Xiaotian’s kicks were indeed ruthless, landing squarely on a vital spot, still leaving him numb and in pain.

But the suffering was much less than he had imagined.

So he hung his head to hide his relieved expression from Tan Lang, slowly massaging his leg, trying to fish for more information.

"Brother Wolf, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back first... By the way, are we supposed to meet here from now on?"

He needed to confirm if this location was of any value.

However, Tan Lang didn’t answer his question but instead stared at him, then glanced at the hand pressing on his knee and asked back:

"Does your leg hurt?"

Fang Zhou shivered instantly.

A myriad of thoughts flew through his mind, speculating on various tactics Tan Lang might employ, but at the moment, he lowered his head again: "It doesn’t hurt, Brother Li didn’t use much force."

He heard Tan Lang say ambiguously.

Then the other party asked, "If it doesn’t hurt, why couldn’t you stand up for a while?"

Fang Zhou’s emotions wavered faintly—he thought he might have discovered something that could be very useful.

That is, the relationship between Tan Lang and Li Xiaotian wasn’t that good. Li Xiaotian might trust him, but he was dissatisfied with Li Xiaotian!

Now saying this to him, could it be that he was trying to stir his discontent and recruit him?

Fang Zhou slowly deliberated in his mind:

Li Xiaotian was narrow-minded, ruthless, and merciless, but he had a flaw, which was that he was extremely afraid of death and valued his safety above all else.

This kind of mindset might help him evade many police inspections, but among his subordinates, it’s probably a different story.

Tan Lang, though sparing with his words, always hit the mark, handled big matters, and he had Li Xiaotian’s trust. Joining his faction might incite internal strife between the two, causing mutual harm...

And that would be the best time for the police to step in!

With that thought, he decided to take a gamble!

So he barely managed to show a hint of vulnerability on Old Jiang’s flat face: "It’s not Brother Li’s fault, I didn’t do things right, can’t take a beating well..."

The end of the sentence was deliberately weak, making it obvious that there was a slight dissatisfaction.

Carefully observing Tan Lang’s expression, he saw the other raise his eyebrows, the thick brows drawing up, pulling the scar on his cheek into a vicious appearance, making the whole person look—

Before he could process why this strange feeling was, Tan Lang stepped forward two steps, squatted down without hesitation, and placed a rough, broad hand over his knee!

Even through the pants, he could feel the warmth!

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The people in this line are really willing to go all out when they want something done! They play the role of respecting talent rather well, reminiscent of the ancient practice of sharing beds...

He quickly jumped up, agilely dodging to the side:

"Brother Wolf, there’s no need, it’s a small injury..."

If you want to recruit me, just recruit, why be so intimate, even kneading my knee!

The gentle and slow movement, with some strange feeling, made Fang Zhou break out in goosebumps!

In fact, seeing Tan Lang’s slightly raised eyebrows, Fang Zhou regretted jumping away at that moment.

He still hadn’t done it right!

Previously, he hadn’t really gone this deep and didn’t know they treated their subordinates so considerately. No wonder, despite the poor attitude, people still followed loyally. It seemed he underestimated this group—growing so large wasn’t just about money!

Watching Tan Lang still maintain his squatting posture, hand slowly retracting, a strong sense of oddity surged within him.

But due to his undercover professionalism, Fang Zhou continued wearing Old Jiang’s flat black face, bracing himself and said:

"You see, Brother Wolf, I’m just too surprised... No need, it’s a small injury, I can rub it myself."

"That’s not okay," Tan Lang slowly stood up, though only a bit over 1.7 meters tall, not as tall as Old Jiang, but at this moment his presence was greatly magnified. His face was fierce, but his eyes flickered with tenderness. He spoke softly now, with an air of consolation: "Don’t be shy, it’s okay, let me rub it for you."

Is it the pressure of being undercover that’s so intense, making him have some kind of subtle illusion now?