237: Chapter 237 Help Sister Check it Out (Second Update) 237: Chapter 237 Help Sister Check it Out (Second Update) “Holy shit, you can infiltrate the enemy’s ranks by playing gas?”
When they heard Zhang Fan speak so confidently, a group of people were stunned.
“That’s why playing gas occasionally can be very aweso,” Zhang Fan boasted.
“And then?
How did you rescue Mrs.
Qin?” the crowd asked.
Zhang Fan smirked, “That’s why I say these people have low IQs.
They asked to transfer Aunt Qin, and later I just drove off in the car, and when they realized sothing was wrong, they chased after , leading to the high-speed car chase that followed.”
Zhang Fan narrated like he was telling a story, skipping a lot of details.
For one, jumping off the seventh floor through a broken wall, if told, would be taken as a brag.
For another, experiencing the stupidity of criminals firsthand, coordinating with Old Ding, and alleviating Capital City’s fear of today’s terrorist attack.
Ding Yang was listening intently; he too was curious about how Zhang Fan had rescued Qin Shuang.
But as for believing what Zhang Fan said, he did not buy a single word.
Just kidding.
The abduction was clearly planned and preditated.
If he truly believed Zhang Fan’s story, then he’d be brain-dead.
He had asked Qin Shuang, but Qin Shuang was evasive, and moreover, her account didn’t match what Zhang Fan was now saying at all.
More importantly, how did the car door break?
Upon examination, the car Zhang Fan had seized from the criminals showed no signs of collision.
It looked more like soone had directly twisted off the car door.
As for the result, that was sothing they dared not believe.
Who the hell can tear off a car door with their bare hands?
That’s a BMW for crying out loud.
If anyone could tear it apart with their hands, what’s the point of being an international brand?
Zhang Fan blew his own trumpet for half an hour about things like the car chase, the cunning of the enemy, and running many kiloters on the highway at full speed.
Ding Yang was getting tired of listening.
Although Zhang Fan made the criminals sound incompetent, that kind of disrespected the police sowhat.
After all, the combined efforts of Capital City and Gao Yuan had left eight officers severely injured.
Any determined inquirer would definitely be able to find out the truth.
“Cough cough, this ti, I am very grateful to Student Zhang Fan for his contribution to our Capital City.
Thus, after consideration, we have decided to award him with a third-class rit,” Ding Yang said.
When Ding Yang announced this, the crowd was astounded.
Holy crap, even that gets you a third-class rit?
Goddammit, to handle criminals so effortlessly and even bag a third-class rit?
You have to understand, if you’re not a police officer or a soldier, it’s very hard to receive such honors.
For a student to get such an award, a third-class rit, one could boast of it for a lifeti.
Seeing this, a group of older, affluent businessn suddenly realized the gravity of the situation.
A third-class rit?
Damn it, do they think it’s just an award certificate that’s easy to get?
At this mont, their perception of Zhang Fan changed.
Shit, the kid’s a plant, definitely a plant.
But soon, they received a general briefing on the entire incident.
Eight special police officers severely injured.
The enemy was heavily ard with rocket launchers and grenades, and there were snipers!
Zhang Fan administered healing on the spot to two people, saving the lives of the special police.
He infiltrated the mall with Hua Ling, effortlessly taking down more than twenty fully ard criminals.
“Damn!”
When they saw this information, a group of people’s heads buzzed with noise.
Dammit, it was indeed no small matter.
Any one of these things, if made public, would definitely lead to panic.
Watching the others curse with smiles, saying ‘these criminals are so damn stupid,’ they just felt a chill all over.
Fuck, this won’t do, I need to stay in Capital City for a while, at least I won’t get sniped or bombed by rockets.
Of course, they weren’t going to leak this information; knowing it themselves was enough.
If it caused panic, they’d be the first ones to get caught.
Having obtained enough material, a satisfied group of journalists left, leaving the affluent rchants clinking their cups and laughing.
For the already full Zhang Fan, his eyes began to search around.
Soon, he noticed sothing strange.
Ye Yanran, that tigress, was actually laughing and talking with Black Rose, whose gaze kept seeking him out.
“Zhang Fan, co here.” Ye Yanran suddenly turned her head and waved at Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan felt weird again.
Was Ye Yanran setting him up with a girl?
Heh heh, that could work.
“Yanran, are you serious?” Weng Shuang asked incredulously.
“Serious about what?” Zhang Fan ca over with a wine glass, resting his head on one hand, his gaze falling on Weng Shuang.
“Zhang Fan, do a favor, will you?” Ye Yanran spoke, her voice carrying a hint of pleading.
Especially since Zhang Fan had saved Qin Shuang and Ye Xuan, Ye Yanran’s tone had completely lost its previous ferocity.
Zhang Fan turned his head, confused: “Help with what?”
Ye Yanran stood up, leaned close to Zhang Fan’s ear, and whispered, “Aren’t you skilled in dical skill?
Help with Healing Shuang’er.”
But Zhang Fan soon caught on, Weng Shuang was sick?
“Yanran, is this kid capable?” Weng Shuang was sowhat dubious.
After all, her illness was very peculiar, and even Gao Yuan was at a loss.
Could a high school student really handle it?
Zhang Fan was not having it: “We’ll know if we try!”
“Shuang’er, you don’t know, my illness was also cured by Zhang Fan.
Otherwise, why would I introduce him to you?” Ye Yanran spoke softly.
“What, your illness is cured?” Weng Shuang’s eyes suddenly burst with a look of shock.
She knew Ye Yanran through and through, cured?
“Of course, look, otherwise, how could I dare to wear high heels?” Ye Yanran said with a beaming smile, lifting her leg and flaunting it in front of Weng Shuang.
Weng Shuang, not believing it, stood up, walked over to Ye Yanran, and reached out her hand to touch Ye Yanran.
“Get lost.” Ye Yanran glared with arched eyebrows, pushing Weng Shuang away.
Especially as she saw that look in Zhang Fan’s eyes, her face flushed red.
“Wow, you really are okay.” Weng Shuang was shocked, then imdiately, her eyes heatedly turned to Zhang Fan: “Little brother, please check on your sister quickly.”
Zhang Fan swallowed his saliva and then said, “Hand over your hand.”
“Huh?” Weng Shuang was startled, then quickly stretched out her delicate hand.
Zhang Fan put down his wine glass and unceremoniously grabbed Weng Shuang’s hand, kneading it.
Tsk tsk tsk, so soft.
Could it be that all high-and-mighty sisters are actually soft girls?
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