Just now, he truly wanted to kill Zhen Jian with a single slash; but he feared that he might suffer imprisonment, so he chose this method that could both punish Zhen Jian and allow himself to leave unscathed.

"Since that's the case, let's go," Zhou Jiajia suggested.

Now that the punishment had been delivered, and the lesson taught, there was no need to stay any longer.

Lin Yifan also felt it made sense, so he left a fierce warning: "Dare to covet my woman again, and I will not spare you!"

Having said that, he escorted Zhou Jiajia away.

Watching Lin Yifan's departing figure, Zhen Jian roared with fury: "You bastard! I will not share the sky with you!"

Today's events had inflicted great damage on both his body and his soul; thus, he was determined to seek revenge.

Lin Yifan paid no attention to Zhen Jian's barking. If Zhen Jian dared to provoke him or his woman again, he would definitely not be as polite as he was today.

Upon leaving the room, the severely wounded masked man in black had already slipped away secretly. Now that he was barely keeping himself safe, he surely wouldn't stay to protect Zhen Jian.

Entering the elevator, Zhou Jiajia could no longer hold back and voiced her doubts: "Yifan! How did you come back to life? And, how did you become younger-looking?"

Upon hearing this, Yi Chen became puzzled and then asked, "Sister-in-law, you said that Yifan had died? What happened?"

"I just temporarily lost a heartbeat, I didn't actually die," Lin Yifan interjected quickly.

Resurrection, even for a True Master of a high realm, is impossible to achieve; thus, telling the truth would doubtlessly arouse Yi Chen's suspicion and curiosity, which would be extremely harmful to the secret within his body; therefore, he could not let Yi Chen know.

Zhou Jiajia, although not understanding why Yifan wanted to deceive Yi Chen, knew that since Yifan did so, he must have his reasons and considerations, so she tactfully did not expose him; after all, she was Yifan's woman and must consider everything for Yifan's sake.

"Oh! So that's what happened." Yi Chen had an epiphany; however, the next moment, he was perplexed again and inquired: "Brother Yifan, why did you transform like this? How come you look even older than me?"

He remembered Lin Yifan being perfectly fine the last time they met, so why had he changed so much all of a sudden?

"Cultivation mishap; I accidentally went into demonic deviation and ended up like this," Lin Yifan answered.

Hearing this explanation, Yi Chen immediately thought of the powerful and vigorous palm strike Lin Yifan had delivered to the masked man earlier.

"Could it be that Brother Yifan became like this because of the Unique Martial Arts he was cultivating?"

With lingering questions, he curiously inquired, "Brother Yifan, what kind of Martial Arts were you cultivating? How come it's so powerful? So dangerous?"

"Unique Martial Arts, not to be disclosed. I hope Brother Yi Chen understands," Lin Yifan replied with a valid reason for Yi Chen's question.

Yi Chen understood Lin Yifan's point; each Sect had its own Unique Martial Arts; and Unique Martial Arts were not to be disclosed, otherwise, one would bring upon themselves their Sect's death pursuit.

Just as the Golden Bell Shield Martial Arts he was currently cultivating, if Lin Yifan asked him to divulge it, he would never reveal it; it's a sign of respect for one's own Sect, and also to avoid deadly trouble.

Listening to the two men's conversation, Zhou Jiajia finally realized that Yi Chen was also a Cultivator. No wonder Yi Chen had said, in his dying moments, to seek his good brothers Zhao Dabing and Yi Chen if they encountered danger or trouble. So that was the reason.

"Ding!"

The elevator reached the first floor, and Lin Yifan escorted Zhou Jiajia out of the cab.

However, their attire and appearance aroused suspicion among those waiting for the elevator.

A middle-aged man dressed in patient's garb, a bald and burly man, a woman wrapped in a towel with disheveled hair; the three walking together could easily lead to thoughts of a rape having occurred; thus, the kind-hearted people waiting for the elevator intervened.

"Stop! You're not going anywhere!"

"Why?" Lin Yifan asked impatiently, feeling that these people were looking for trouble where there was none.

However, upon hearing the group's explanation, the anger that had just risen in him extinguished instantly.

"Did you two rape this lady?" the kind-hearted people inquired.

"No, this is my woman, and my brother and I are here to rescue her. She was nearly raped by a bad guy who had her in his clutches," Lin Yifan explained.

He understood and respected the actions and feelings of these kind-hearted people.

"Miss, is what he's saying true?" the kind-hearted people pressed her for confirmation, before advising, "Don't be afraid, don't feel threatened by them, we'll help you overpower them."

"Thank you for your concern, but he really is my man, and they indeed came to rescue me," Zhou Jiajia responded.

She was grateful for the kind-hearted people's intervention but didn't want them to fight among themselves; a clarification was necessary.

With this explanation, the kind-hearted group had nothing more to say; after all, if the person involved said there was no issue, it wasn't their place to meddle further.

"We're sorry for the misunderstanding," the kind-hearted people apologized to Lin Yifan and Yi Chen.

"It's okay, it's human nature; with your good intentions, I believe society will become better," Lin Yifan and Yi Chen didn't take it to heart; after all, it wasn't the fault of these good people.

This trouble had passed, but the next one arrived immediately.

Upon reaching the lobby and attempting to step outside, they were stopped by the hotel's security staff and employees.

"Miss, you can't take the hotel's property with you!" an employee reminded."

"Ah! What a hassle!" Lin Yifan sighed; then he asked Yi Chen to pull out two hundred yuan and handed it over to the hotel's staff as payment for the towel.

However, the staff at Haitian Hotel were not appeased. Losing a towel meant they had to buy a new one, then wash and dry it, after which send someone to arrange it in the room; all that labor, and this small amount of money was clearly not enough to cover the expenses; thus, they said, "Sir, if you want to take this towel, it will cost at least a thousand yuan."

Of course, they were asking too much for a thousand yuan; it was not unusual to take advantage of the situation when encountering such big spenders, aiming to fleece them thoroughly.

"Your mother, a towel like this is at most worth a bit over a hundred yuan; even with the most significant labor costs, it would at most reach five hundred, how could it possibly be a thousand? Are you assuming we're easy to bully; hence trying to rip us off with an exorbitant demand?" Lin Yifan angrily questioned.

"Sir, you can't speak like that; everything has gone up - prices of daily necessities, housing, cars, as well as labor costs, you can't blame our hotel for that! If you want to take this towel out, you have to pay a thousand yuan," the hotel employee stood firm.

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