Invincible Young Master in the City

"Kid, let go of her!" the one-eyed young man threatened as he pointed at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan held the rebellious girl with one arm. She desperately tried to break free, but couldn't push his arm away at all.

"She bumped into my arms, now she's mine," Ye Fan said calmly, picking up his glass and finishing the last sip of Erguotou.

Enraged, the one-eyed young shouted, "You're seeking death!"

As he shouted, he pulled out a shimmering dagger and fiercely lunged forward.

Ye Fan's eyes turned cold, and he kicked out as fast as lightning, hitting the same spot the rebellious girl had kicked earlier.

"Ah—"

The one-eyed young man screamed in agony, flew sideways, and fell into the dance floor three to four meters away, vomiting a mouthful of blood, unable to get up again.

For a moment, everyone fell silent, mouths agape in disbelief.

The four bleached-blond punks who followed the one-eyed young man didn't dare rush forward and quietly retreated into the crowd.

Holding the rebellious girl, Ye Fan stepped toward the one-eyed young man, his eyes flashing coldly. He stomped on the hand that had just held the dagger and then forcefully twisted it back and forth.

Ah—

The one-eyed young man screamed hysterically and eventually passed out from the pain.

Ye Fan looked unaffected as he withdrew his foot, revealing the one-eyed young man's mangled, bloodied hand, then carried the rebellious girl and strode out of the bar.

After putting the rebellious girl in the passenger seat, Ye Fan had just sat in the driver's seat when the girl immediately flung herself at him.

The drug was potent, and now that it had fully taken effect, the rebellious girl had lost her sanity, driven by boundless desire.

Ye Fan tried several times to push the girl back onto the passenger seat but failed each time.

Left with no choice, he knocked her out with a chop of his hand, finally bringing some peace.

After properly dressing the girl in her upper clothes, Ye Fan took a deep breath to calm his stirring emotions, then started the car and sped toward Ren Dong Hospital.

Ye Fan never considered himself a righteous man, but he had his principles and boundaries, such as not taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state.

After admitting the girl to the hospital and pushing her into the ER, Ye Fan grabbed her phone to check the contacts, planning to call her parents to come and pick her up.

Unfortunately, after scrolling through the contacts twice, he couldn't find any entry labeled 'Dad' or 'Mom.' The closest contact was her aunt.

Having no other option, Ye Fan called the girl's aunt.

The phone rang twice and was quickly answered.

"Yaoyao, what do you need from your auntie?" a dignified and slightly seductive voice answered the phone, sounding quite pleasant.

"Hello, are you this phone's owner's aunt?" Ye Fan asked.

"Who are you? Why do you have Yaoyao's phone?!" the voice immediately became stern and authoritative, such that even through the phone, Ye Fan could feel the imposing presence of the speaker.

However, no matter how menacing the presence, Ye Fan merely took it as a light breeze on his face.

He smirked slightly and responded indifferently, "Who I am doesn't matter. The important thing is, she's now in Ren Dong Hospital. You should come and pick her up."

"I'll be right there!" the aunt said quickly.

Within minutes, a black Audi rushed in and screeched to a halt in front of the emergency department. A woman, who bore a slight resemblance to the rebellious girl, got out.

She was stunning, in her early thirties, with an elegant demeanor. Tall and shapely, her creamy, fair skin contrasted with her curly hair falling on her fragrant shoulders. She carried a white LV handbag, wore a sharp black ladies' suit jacket paired with a knee-length skirt, and long, slender legs clothed in flesh-colored stockings finished in a pair of red stilettos.

The woman hurried into the emergency building.

"What a breathtaking woman! Absolutely exquisite!" Ye Fan swallowed hard and approached her, asking, "Are you 'Yaoyao's' aunt?"

The woman stopped, and her narrow charming phoenix eyes suddenly shot out a sharp glare, instantly showing an aura of authority. "Are you the one who called me? How is Yaoyao?"

"Yes, that was me," Ye Fan smelled the mature woman's fragrance which was quite appealing.

He boldly admired 'the aunt' for a moment, then added, "As for her condition, you'll know if you come with me."

With that, he turned and walked inside.

'The aunt' frowned slightly, her eyebrows arching beautifully. Ye Fan's casual demeanor reminded her of Yaoyao's unreliable friends, which was why she had been brusque upon meeting Ye Fan. Moreover, she anticipated that Yaoyao might be seriously injured, otherwise, Ye Fan wouldn't have called on her behalf.

Suppressing her concerns, she composed herself and followed Ye Fan.

They arrived at an emergency room door, and Ye Fan turned to face "the aunt," pointing at the door, "She's inside. Oh, she was drugged in the bar."

As he finished speaking, the door to the emergency room opened, and doctors and nurses came out. They looked at YeFan and "the aunt" and said, "You must be family, right? She is stable for now, but you need to help push her to Room 302, Bed 65 for observation for a couple of hours."

"The aunt" hurried inside, and Ye Fan followed at a more leisurely pace.

"Yaoyao, how are you?" "The aunt" went up to the mobile bed, asked in a soft voice, and took Yaoyao's small hand.

"Auntie," Yaoyao's voice was weak.

At this point, a nurse already pushing to move on interrupted, "You can talk more in her room. Please hurry and take her to the room now."

Once the girl had been admitted to Room 302, Ye Fan hesitated at the door.

Typically, he would not follow inside and would instead quietly slip away.

But, looking at "the aunt's" enticing back, he decided to go in after all.

Well, getting to know her wouldn't hurt.