Continental Manor Villa area.

In Fan Zihong's spacious single-family villa, a big man in a black suit hurriedly ran up to the second floor, looking a little anxious.

He came to the door of Fan Zihong's bedroom, and there were still suppressed gasps and moans faintly coming from inside, and the man in black hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and raised his hand to knock on the door.

This is also what Fan Zihong explained in advance, once Cheng Sanye comes back, he must report it as soon as possible. Otherwise, when he Young Master Fan and the woman were upside down, even if the sky fell, these subordinates would not dare to disturb.

The sound in the room stopped, and after a while, the door of the room opened, and Fan Zihong appeared at the door with a bathrobe draped in a random manner, and asked with an unkind face:

"What's the matter?"

"Fan Shao, Cheng Sanye is back...... He ......"

"Really? Walk! Go down and have a look! Fan Zihong showed a happy look on his face, and directly interrupted his subordinates and said.

Then he walked forward, the man in black wanted to speak and stopped, through the half-open door of the room, he could vaguely see the jade body on the large round bed in the bedroom, but the man in black didn't even dare to sweep the corner of his eyes, and hurriedly followed.

Fan Zihong naturally has reason to be happy.

He really knows Cheng San's strength too well, and his skills in that mysterious army were among the best in the past, especially the dagger in one hand, which is incomparable.

Fang Yang was just a young man who was physically stronger than ordinary people, and Cheng San went out to clean him up, which was a piece of cake.

Cheng San came back so soon, which means that Fang Yang must have returned to the Western Heavens.

Let you go against Lao Tzu again and again! It's a dead end! Fan Zihong gritted his teeth and said in his heart.

His hatred for Fang Yang can be said to be deep in the bone marrow, although the matter of Qingyuan Mountain Villa this time has not been done by Fang Yang, but Fan Zihong under the anger can no longer bear it, a simple-minded guy like him will not care about the consequences of things at all, and he doesn't think about it so much at this moment, and his heart is full of endless feelings after revenge.

Fan Zihong walked down the stairs in three steps and two steps, and said with a smile as he walked:

"Uncle Cheng, you are really still a treasure sword! You've ...... hard work this time."

Fan Zihong's words came to an abrupt end, and the whole person stood at the top of the stairs.

Because he saw Cheng San lying on the sofa very sluggishly, his body was covered with dust, and the whole person was very wolf. What is even more shocking is that there is still a wisp of blood hanging from the corner of Cheng San's mouth, and his face is as sallow as mounted paper.

"This ...... Uncle Cheng! What's wrong with you? Fan Zihong came back to his senses, exclaimed, walked quickly to Cheng San and asked.

Cheng San saw Fan Zihong coming, sat up with his body bracked, and said with a weak breath:

"Young master, I'm sorry, things ...... It's a mess ......"

"How so!" Fan Zihong's face was full of incredulity, and he shouted, "Uncle Cheng, who hurt you like this?" ”

Although Cheng San suffered a huge pain physically, his expression was still very indifferent, and he just spit out two words lightly:

"Fang Yang."

"Impossible! With Uncle Cheng's skills, even if ten Fang Yang combined, he would not be your opponent, how could he hurt you like this? Did he bring a lot of helpers? Fan Zihong shouted loudly in gaffe.

Cheng San looked at the excited Fan Zihong and said lightly:

"He's alone...... Young master, it's my skills that are not as good as others, I'm sorry ......"

After Fan Zihong heard this, he sat down on the sofa in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.

He couldn't accept this reality.

Originally, he thought that sending a master like Cheng San to deal with Fang Yang was definitely a matter of holding the handle in his hands, but he didn't think about the possibility of failure at all.

But reality gave him a resounding slap in the face, and Cheng San failed.

And it was a terrible defeat.

Fan Zihong couldn't figure it out, could it be that Fang Yang really couldn't do it with three heads and six arms?

Cheng San looked at Fan Zihong, who was lost and depressed, and there was a rare trace of concern on his cold face, and he said:

"Young Master, this Fang Yang is very powerful, if it is not a last resort, please restrain yourself, and don't take the initiative to provoke him...... cough cough cough ......"

After Cheng San said a few words, he immediately began to cough violently again, he reached out to cover his mouth, but to no avail, coughed several times in a row before slowly subsided, he reached out and pulled a tissue from the coffee table to wipe his hands, and a shocking blood stain suddenly appeared on the white tissue.

Fan Zihong was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly got up to support Cheng San and asked:

"Uncle Cheng, how are you?"

Although Fan Zihong is a bastard, he has a lot of respect for Cheng San, and in the face of this housekeeper who has doted on him since he was a child, Fan Zihong even feels closer than some family elders, so seeing that Cheng San is still vomiting blood, he is also anxious.

"Young Master, remember my words......" Cheng San said with difficulty.

"Okay! I remember, Uncle Cheng, don't talk. Fan Zihong hurriedly said, "Come on, go and get a doctor!" ”

Cheng San waved his hand and said:

"No, my injuries wouldn't be treated by ordinary doctors...... It's okay, I know in my heart, I can't die......"

"That'...... Then go back to your room and rest! Fan Zihong said anxiously, "Don't go back to Beijing for the time being during the Spring Festival, just recuperate in Rongcheng." ”

"Hmm." Cheng San nodded.

Fan Zihong hurriedly asked his subordinates to come over and help Cheng San back to the room.

After lying down on his bed, Cheng San's face became even paler, Fang Yang's kick caused him to be extremely injured, and even his internal organs were a little displaced.

What made Cheng San even more unacceptable was that the extremely precious string of eighteen Arhat Buddha beads was lost in the fight.

It's even more difficult to accept than the pain on your body.

This string of Buddhist beads has accompanied Cheng San for most of his life, even if he was not allowed to wear jewelry due to discipline in the army, he still kept the Buddhist beads close to his body and never left his side.

But I didn't expect that this time the house leak happened to rain overnight, not only was he beaten to vomit blood, but even the Buddha beads that he regarded as his life were lost.

Cheng San didn't think about going back to look for it, but he finally had no choice but to give up, firstly, he was seriously injured, and if he didn't come back immediately, it was very likely that he would faint halfway, and secondly, he also knew in his heart that most of this string of Buddhist beads had fallen into Fang Yang's hands.

When he was in the best condition, he was not Fang Yang's opponent, and now that he is injured like this, he is basically a waste, how can he take back his Buddha beads?

Thinking of the fight just now, Cheng San was also puzzled.

Although Fang Yang's strength was a little unexpected, his strength was obviously inferior to his own, and he was about to kill him on the spot, but at that moment, his strength seemed to have been improved several times or even more than ten times, and he easily broke away from his control, and kicked himself away.

Cheng San couldn't figure out why Fang Yang would judge the two of them before and after, even if he wanted to break his head.

He let out a long sigh and sat up cross-legged and began to heal himself.

……

At six o'clock the next morning, Fang Yang woke up on time, and as he expected, the fatigue of yesterday was swept away, and even the faint pain after being kicked in the abdomen by the masked man disappeared.

One night, Fang Yang recovered as before.

Moreover, Fang Yang also specially checked it, the almost imperceptible heat flow in his lower abdomen was still there, and he also breathed a long sigh of relief.

Fang Yang got up and washed up briefly, his eyes fell on the safe in the corner of the room, and he couldn't help but want to take out the string of Buddha beads and test it a few more times to see if it could increase the heat flow in his body.

But he forcibly drove this idea out of his mind, today's press conference for the launch of the Simalaya beta test is about to be held, Fang Yang can't make himself sick to attend the press conference!

Moreover, that mysterious enemy didn't know if he was hiding in the shadows, and Fang Yang didn't dare to be careless, if he met that person when his body was in a weak state, it would really be his own death.

So Fang Yang just opened the safe and looked at the string of beads, and then carefully locked it again.

Then he changed into a tracksuit and went straight to the gym in the basement to start exercising.

Since the last time, Fang Yang has gradually become accustomed to training in the gym.

Because there are different equipment here, you can exercise in a targeted manner, and most importantly, there are testing equipment, so you can intuitively feel your progress.

At eight o'clock, after an hour and a half of sweating like rain, Fang Yang completed all the content of today's training - now he basically exercised about five times as much as before, and he completed it quite easily. Usually, if time permits, Fang Yang will definitely add some more to himself.

After going back to the room and taking a shower, Fang Yang changed his clothes and went downstairs for breakfast.

Soho had already finished eating in advance and drove to Channel 896, she prepared breakfast for Fang Yang, and pressed a note under the milk cup to remind him to eat breakfast.

The morning press conference started at ten o'clock, so Fang Yang had plenty of time.

After breakfast, he said goodbye to his grandmother and drove away from the Luhang community.

Fang Yang did not go directly to the Shangri-La Hotel's press conference, but first found a jewelry store and ordered a container for Buddhist beads.

According to Fang Yang's idea, he wanted to make a flat box with a sterling silver top that could be opened and closed, and the inner lining was lined with soft velvet to prevent the Buddha beads from rubbing against the box and causing wear and tear.

It was also the first time that the owner had encountered a guest who asked for such a strange request.

However, as long as Fang Yang was willing to pay, he naturally wouldn't ask so much, and besides, Fang Yang's request was quite simple to realize, so he quickly calculated the price for Fang Yang, totaling more than 1,300 yuan.

When the shopkeeper just wanted to ask Fang Yang to pay a little deposit, Fang Yang directly took out his wallet, counted fourteen hundred-yuan bills, handed them to him and said:

"Boss, you don't have to look for the rest of the money, please help me with a sturdy lanyard for this box, and I hope to do my best to do it."

Fang Yang was so cheerful, the shopkeeper was naturally smiling, and he hurriedly agreed.

With the receipt of the full payment, Fang Yang left the jewelry store and drove to the Shangri-La Hotel