Best Actor

Shen Wuxiao drove insanely fast.

As if he had panicked beyond all reason.

On the way out of the villa district, he drifted, and the car lost control again and again.

Lin Fan had not been paying much attention to begin with, and this time, his head took another hard knock.

Fortunately, he was tough and could take a beating, so he was fine—just a little embarrassed.

At last, after a wild dash, the car stopped in front of a park.

Lin Fan finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Only then did he look at the driver. "Brother, thank you for this!"

The moment he finished speaking, he saw a familiar face.

He had been sitting in the back, the light had been poor at night, and everything had happened in such a frantic rush, with the car drifting the whole way.

How could he have had time to see the face of the person in front clearly?

Now, he was utterly shocked!

"Brother Sikong, how could it be you?"

Lin Fan was dumbfounded!

Shen Wuxiao was still acting. He panted heavily, staring ahead as though he had suffered a tremendous fright.

"Brother Sikong!" Lin Fan had recovered by now and raised a hand to pat Shen Wuxiao on the shoulder.

As if startled out of nowhere, Shen Wuxiao's body jolted. "Is... is it over?"

Lin Fan had fought through countless battles. He sometimes got nervous in situations like that, but he would not be afraid.

But in his eyes, Brother Sikong was merely a rich second-generation heir. How could he have ever seen anything like that?

It was only normal for him to be frightened.

"It's over. Why were you over there?"

Lin Fan was deeply puzzled by that point. He simply could not make sense of it.

Shen Wuxiao's acting skills erupted once more, and he began trembling all over!

"I... I..."

Lin Fan was somewhat helpless and sighed. "Don't be nervous. Take your time!"

As he spoke, Lin Fan took some tissues and handed them to Shen Wuxiao.

Seeing his head covered in sweat, Lin Fan knew he had truly been scared badly.

It was understandable. To experience such a hail of bullets and explosions even once was rotten luck for a pampered rich second-generation heir like him.

Shen Wuxiao accepted the tissues, his hands still shaking.

Nervously, he pulled out tissues, unknowingly drawing more than a dozen sheets.

Then, as though he had suddenly come to his senses, he folded two sheets and wiped the mineral water from his forehead and neck!

The tissues were soaked through.

"Brother Sikong, why were you over there?"

Shen Wuxiao looked at Lin Fan before finally speaking. "I... I just wanted to confirm something!"

"Confirm what?" Lin Fan asked.

"It... it was like this. I originally called the hotel manager because I wanted to tell him to make things easier for you!"

"After all, you had no family or friends, and your woman had put a green hat on you. I was afraid you might do something extreme!"

"Later, he said he seemed to have seen you leave. After I pressed him, he told me that you had left the hotel late at night looking grim and brimming with baleful intent!"

At that point, Shen Wuxiao swallowed, as if trying to steady his emotions.

"I was startled then, and I remembered those questions you asked me in the morning!"

"So I guessed that perhaps you had really gotten hot-headed and gone to seek revenge."

"The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed. So I dressed up and came over to see what was going on. Of course, I was mainly afraid of getting implicated. After all, if you mentioned seeing Shen Wuxiao at Jin Nan Bay, that was what I told you."

"I never expected... I never expected..."

At that point, Shen Wuxiao stopped speaking.

Lin Fan was still deeply moved in his heart.

Though this rich second-generation heir was the sort who only knew how to eat, drink, play, whore, and gamble, he had to admit that he was loyal.

It was true that he feared being implicated. If Lin Fan were caught, he would surely be interrogated, and he was afraid of being named, which would mean the end of his Lineage.

But more than that, this Brother Sikong had been worried that Lin Fan would do something reckless.

In many people's eyes, Shen Wuxiao was powerful and influential. Going there would have been the same as delivering himself to his death. It was normal for him to think that way.

"Ah... I owe you another favor!" Lin Fan sighed.

Shen Wuxiao shook his head, somewhat agitated. "No... you don't owe me anything. I... I didn't help you at all. I didn't dare go over. I'd never seen a scene like that before. I'm a coward!"

Seeing the other man's emotions grow a little agitated, Lin Fan patted his shoulder as well.

"You didn't leave. How does that make you a coward? An ordinary person who saw that scene would have been so terrified that their soul would have fled their body."

Only after hearing Lin Fan say that did Shen Wuxiao look over.

"Really?"

Lin Fan nodded. "Really!"

Shen Wuxiao knew what kind of persona he had established. When it was time to be proud, he still had to be proud.

He gave an awkward smile. "I may not have achieved much in life, but... but I'm not someone who forgets loyalty!"

"So I didn't dare get close, but I didn't run either. Fortunately... fortunately, you got out and happened to get in the car."

Lin Fan nodded once more!

He expressed understanding!

It was a conflicted state of mind.

He was afraid in his heart and wanted to run, but deep down, something told him he could not do that.

So, burdened by guilt, he felt that if he simply ran away, he would be a sinner.

That was why he had kept circling around there—he wanted to leave, yet felt he could not. It was a classic case of inner conflict!

It was also the kindness buried deep within a person's heart!

Lin Fan was the Wolf King, after all. He understood the human heart quite thoroughly.

After this incident, Lin Fan became certain of one thing: this Brother Sikong was someone worth keeping around!

At the very least, he was not someone who would stab him in the back.

Lin Fan's mentor had once told him that his life would hold many hardships, but he would also encounter many benefactors who would help him.

He had only just entered the city, yet many things had already happened. During his times of helplessness, he had encountered benefactors as well. The prophecy had indeed come true.

Lin Fan had fought for many years and seen towering waves and raging storms alike. He had never imagined that even he would have a day when his eyes failed him.

He had praised his greatest enemy to the skies.

After quite a while, Shen Wuxiao finally asked, "Brother Lin Fan, were you hurt?"

"I watched from afar. There was a hail of bullets, cars exploding... Were you injured?"

Lin Fan did not hide it either. "I took a sniper round in the leg!"

"What?" Shen Wuxiao pretended to be shocked. "Which handsome guy did that?"

"?"

Lin Fan froze, then understood. It was sarcasm. If he cursed directly, it would seem crude.

Nowadays, were not many insults replaced with other words?

For instance, instead of calling someone an idiot, people called them little cuties!

Lin Fan shook his head. "I don't know either. It was a sneak shot. I let my guard down for a moment!"

Shen Wuxiao nodded. "Never mind that. I'll take you to the hospital first. Hold on!"

"No need. I can handle it myself!" Lin Fan did not want to stir up more trouble.

"What do you mean, no need? You've been shot—this isn't a joke. And don't worry, my family owns shares in that hospital. They keep their mouths shut tight!"

After saying that, Shen Wuxiao started the car and sped toward the hospital.

Lin Fan was somewhat moved. Without Brother Sikong, he would indeed have run into some trouble.

After racing all the way, they finally arrived at the hospital.

Lin Fan was not so delicate that he would make a fuss over taking one bullet.

The bullet simply had to be removed, and the wound had to be properly bandaged.

If he had not been a martial artist of Master rank, with true force protecting his body,

then that sniper bullet fired from less than a kilometer away would have blasted a bloody hole through his leg.

Martial artists like them cultivated martial arts; they were not immortals. In battle, they normally relied on true force, Martial Skills, divine abilities, and supernatural powers!

But if their rank was not high enough, firearms could still injure them.

It was like the difference between martial arts masters of the jianghu and an army.

No matter how formidable one was in a one-on-one fight, facing an army—even one made up entirely of ordinary people—one would still be ground to death.

Otherwise, Guo Jing, unrivaled beneath heaven within Xiangyang City, would not have defended Xiangyang to the death.

He understood that one person would eventually run out of strength, eventually exhaust everything, while the army's iron cavalry would come in an endless stream.

Only after cultivating to the rank of Seventh-Grade Grandmaster did one gain Protective Aura outside the body, becoming impervious to blades and spears, water and fire.

Only when paired with Great Divine Abilities, Martial Skills, or supernatural powers could one be said to have achieved a little.

Even then, it only counted as the beginning of the martial path!

Lin Fan knew that he still had a long road ahead of him.