Chapter 162: We haven’t lost yet!

“Why wouldn’t I dare?” Lin Fan asked, his face an emotionless mask. “You, Han Tianba, think you can openly bring people to annihilate the Yuan family just because you have connections in high places? Very well. Ming Xiang was right. Since you like to use Jianghu methods, then we’ll settle this the Jianghu way!”

BOOM!

As his words fell, the entire place erupted. Ming Xiang and the other underground bosses trembled with excitement, and the thousands of underlings around them howled incessantly. It was too thrilling, too damn satisfying. In the past, who would have dared to act so arrogantly in the provincial capital? Indeed, only by following the God of Killing, Young Master Fan, could they hold their heads high and command respect far and wide.

“Boss, is this cannon fodder really worth me making a whole trip?” Wang Meng asked, though a troubled look on his face revealed his hesitation.

He was now a genuine Qi Condensation Grandmaster. To personally take action against the mere Black Wind Hall felt a bit like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

“Young Master, I don’t want to go! I want to stay by your side,” Wu Miaomiao pouted, clearly displeased.

“We have to let certain people know that with me, Lin Fan, protecting the Haicheng Yuan family, they are not so easily touched,” Lin Fan said, his brow furrowing as his expression darkened. “Don’t take this lightly. I want you to complete this mission with the utmost speed!”

This was a blatant display of power! It was directed not only at the various figures in the Southwest provinces but also at certain big shots in the Imperial Capital!

“Yes, sir! Mission completion guaranteed!” Hearing this, Wang Meng’s expression turned solemn. His heels clicked together as he forcefully suppressed his ingrained habit of saluting.

“Alright, Young Master. You can’t go running off. You absolutely have to wait for me to get back…” Wu Miaomiao hesitated, her words trailing off. Finally, giving Lin Fan a look filled with resentment, she followed Wang Meng toward Ming Xiang and the others.

“Damn it! Do you really think my Han family has no one to defend it?”

The next moment, Mr. Han Sr., who had been spitting blood, finally caught his breath. Supported by Han Yiming, he violently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his aged eyes completely bloodshot.

“If you think the Han family and your Black Wind Hall can withstand the combined might of two Qi Condensation Grandmasters, you’re welcome to try,” Lin Fan said, turning his head to face them, his expression flat.

Wh-what? Qi Condensation martial arts Grandmasters? And two of them at once?!

THUD!

The corner of Mr. Han Sr.’s eye twitched violently. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground. Han Yiming’s face turned deathly pale, as if he were witnessing the apocalypse. No wonder Commander Jiang had been scared senseless upon seeing Wu Miaomiao earlier. It wasn’t that the commander was a coward; it was that his opponents’ strength was unfathomable. They were simply not to be provoked!

“Lin Fan! I am willing to sue for peace! I will offer one-third of the Han family’s assets as reparations!” Mr. Han Sr. gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet, a pained look in his eyes.

Han Yiming also nodded his head frantically in desperate agreement.

“I think you’ve truly gone senile,” Lin Fan said, looking at him as if he were an idiot. “I already told you, once I destroy the Han family, everything you have will be mine anyway.”

He paid Mr. Han Sr. and the others no more mind, simply nodding toward Wang Meng.

VROOOM! VROOOM! VROOOM!

Instantly, under the guidance of Wu Miaomiao and Wang Meng, everyone piled into a fleet of black vans, which then roared away.

“No! Don’t! Please, don’t!” Mr. Han Sr. trembled all over, clenching his fists and roaring in fury.

“How did it come to this? How could it turn out like this…” Han Yiming’s face was ashen. His eyes red, he frantically punched and kicked Yuan Xiangjun, who was sobbing on the ground.

“Lock them all up. I want them to witness firsthand what the price of blood really is!”

As he watched the vans disappear beyond the estate’s gates, Lin Fan withdrew his gaze and nodded to Mrs. Xue.

“Let’s go! And you lot better fucking behave!” Mrs. Xue understood his intent and turned to the security chief.

The chief immediately puffed out his chest, leading his men forward as they brandished black plastic clubs. They began beating Mr. Han Sr.’s group, who could only cover their heads and howl in pain.

CLANG!

The men, along with Yuan Lang’s family of three, were all locked inside the manor’s underground storage room. The heavy door slammed shut, leaving only a single, dim yellow light shining down from above.

“Grandfather, we can’t just sit here and wait to die! Call the police! Get the various powers in the Southwest provinces to come rescue us!” Han Yiming said to the dispirited Mr. Han Sr., rubbing his bruised and swollen head after a moment of silence.

Yuan Lang and his family, who had been slumping with looks of despair, immediately looked over with renewed eagerness.

“…Calling the police is useless. The higher-ups were contacted, and the instructions were to stay neutral to avoid leaving a messy trail that would be hard to clean up.” Mr. Han Sr.’s cheek twitched. In that instant, he seemed to have aged a decade.

He had thought this was a convenient loophole opened by the Imperial Capital’s Ying family, allowing the Han family to forcibly seize the hundred billion in assets from the Haicheng Yuan family. Instead, it had opened the door for Lin Fan!

Damn it! This was a classic case of trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used as bait. It was enough to drive a man mad!

His mouth filled with a bitter taste, and his heart was gripped by a deep unease. Mr. Han Sr. looked toward a corner where Ah Lu lay, gradually waking up, and he couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope. Yes, as long as the Ying family from the Imperial Capital made another move, the Han family would surely be safe!

“Miss Ah Lu, you’re the only one who can save us now! Please, you must help us!”

THUMP!

Mr. Han Sr. walked over and dropped stiffly to his knees at Ah Lu’s feet, pleading loudly.

“Miss Ah Lu, our Han family only provoked Lin Fan and the Yuan family because of you! You can’t just stand by and watch us die!”

“Miss Ah Lu, if you can help me kill Lin Fan and wipe out the Yuan family, I will be your humble servant for life!”

THUMP! THUMP!

Han Yiming scrambled over and knelt beside him. Yuan Xiangjun also crawled over, lifting her swollen, bloodshot eyes to scream, “Yes, yes, us too! We don’t want to die! Miss Ah Lu, save us!”

Yuan Lang’s family hurried to join them, kneeling and kowtowing frantically as they begged for their lives.

“Hmph, what are you all panicking for? I’m telling you, Lin Fan and the Yuan family are already dead men walking!” Ah Lu clutched her broken arm, her face twitching uncontrollably from the pain. Yet, her eyes glinted with a crazed, venomous smile. “My lady is Shen Yueli, the Ying Family’s Patriarch’s Wife! Her father is Shen Changlong, the Great Commander of the three hundred thousand Hulin Guard on the northern front! My young master is Ying Rufeng, the youngest general-grade Deputy Commander in the history of the Da Xia Military!”

Trembling, she pulled out her phone, a self-assured, tooth-grinding grin spreading across her face. “Don’t worry. One call from me, and my lady will immediately send someone to our rescue! What is Lin Fan? Nothing! The Yuan family is a complete joke! Do you really think they’ve won? Hmph! In reality, their loss will be all the more thorough, all the more hopeless!”

Her crazed cackles echoed throughout the underground storage room. Mr. Han Sr. and the others exchanged glances, their spirits lifting as the tension in their faces eased.

Lin Fan, oh Lin Fan, you’ve been clever your whole life but foolish this one time. How could you not think to confiscate Ah Lu’s phone? Serves you right, kid. You’re finished!

Under everyone’s eager gaze, Ah Lu took a deep breath and firmly pressed the call button on her phone screen.

「At the same time.」

Late that night, deep within the Ying Family’s Ancient Mansion in the Imperial Capital, Shen Yueli was in a brightly lit bedroom. Dressed in a sheer silk nightgown, she lay on a sofa, staring intently at a tablet screen. Her skin was fairer than snow, her wet hair cascading over her shoulders. Her low-cut nightgown revealed an impressive expanse of her fair décolletage, and she exuded the seductive charm of a mature woman.

“Wen Yuan, it must have been tough these past few days. Have you been eating well?”

On the remote video call, a tired-looking, middle-aged man in a suit smiled at the camera. Upon closer inspection, his features bore a striking resemblance to Lin Fan’s. “It’s been fine. The situation in Sha Country has stabilized now that the old king suddenly recovered and made a public appearance, calming things down.”

“As the chief director of this state-appointed project, you carry a heavy responsibility. You’ve been over there for over half a year. It’s time you came home for a visit,” Shen Yueli said with a sweet smile, though her beautiful eyes held a hint of resentment.

“Soon. I’m about to re-sign the project proposal in the next few days. After that’s done, I’ll be able to take some time off and return home,” Ying Wenyuan replied with a relieved smile. Then, as if remembering something, his expression turned serious. “Ah Li, the signing representative from Sha Country this time is said to be a confidant of Prince Bulger, a Daxia person named Yuan Ruohai! I had someone secretly investigate. He was originally the second master of the Haicheng Yuan family and somehow earned the Prince’s deep trust and esteem. It seems Mr. Yuan has a very promising future. You should send someone to Haicheng to make contact with his family and build a good relationship… Ah Li? Ah Li, are you listening?”

On the screen, Ying Wenyuan frowned, calling out to her repeatedly.

Shen Yueli’s smile was frozen on her face. She was completely petrified.

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