Chapter 191: 190. The Only Imperial Capital Connections

“Wait, what did you just call him?”

As Ah Fu spoke, Xia Bingbing’s heart shuddered, and she couldn’t help but glance at Lin Fan. If it were anyone else, the marrow could easily be reclaimed, but this concerned the Ying family’s second young master, Ying Rufeng. That was none other than the famous Ru Feng War God, the current Deputy Commander of the Hulin Guard on the Northern Front. Not to mention, he was Lin Fan’s half-brother. If Lin Fan got involved, it would mean a complete and utter falling out between the brothers.

“You—you’re saying he’s Ying Bufan? Impossible! That’s absolutely impossible! My good brother Ying Bufan has been dead for seven years; the grass on his grave is already waist-high!” Fatty Chu’s small eyes went wide as he shook his head desperately, as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Hmph, you must be Chu Guoxiong from the Chu family, right? I advise you not to get involved. This isn’t a mess you kids can wade into,” Ah Fu scowled, his voice deep and menacing.

“And you, you’re the young miss from the Xia family, Xia Bingbing, correct? I know your relationship with Ying Bufan was ambiguous. If you don’t want to bring disaster upon yourself, you’d better leave now!” he threatened, turning his glare to Xia Bingbing.

“Wait, hold on! You… you’re really Ying Bufan? Hiss… You’re not dead?!”

Seeing that Ah Fu didn’t deny it and that even Xia Bingbing said nothing to refute the claim, Fatty Chu’s bulky body shuddered. His chubby face instantly flushed red. He stared blankly at Lin Fan, so embarrassed he wished a crack would open in the floor and swallow him whole.

To boast about being his good brother right in front of the man himself… Damn it, I’m so embarrassed I could die! I can never show my face again!

“Aren’t you my good brother? I even toasted you, holding my cup much lower than yours, right?” Lin Fan asked with a smile, slinging an arm around Fatty Chu’s shoulder.

“Bro, I was wrong, I was so wrong! I shouldn’t have been bragging in front of you. I—I’ll go get my uncle right now!” Fatty Chu stammered, his face a mask of misery as he shook his head desperately. His small eyes, however, couldn’t help but shoot a resentful glare at the giggling Xia Bingbing.

How could you do this to your bro?! You knew perfectly well I was just shooting my mouth off, but you just stood there watching me make a fool of myself!

“Don’t look at me,” Xia Bingbing laughed teasingly, rolling her eyes at the tearfully frustrated Fatty Chu. “You were the one letting your imagination run wild, and you made it all sound so convincing.”

“You’re horrible! You’re all horrible! This is too much!” Fatty Chu’s face was burning. He couldn’t bear to stay a moment longer. With a cry of anguish, he turned and fled.

“What are you all standing around for? Get over there and get that box back!” Ah Fu yelled, having caught his breath. He glared at the men in black suits, who were looking at each other uncertainly.

“Uh…”

At his words, the men just looked at each other, hesitating to speak. They were all part of the Ying family’s security detail. Most of them had seen the eldest young master, Ying Bufan, before and vaguely knew about his falling-out with the family. Most importantly, seven years ago, he had been renowned as the Heavenly Pride War God, capable of single-handedly suppressing an entire army! A few of them stood no chance. Even if every guard in the Ying family’s employ joined forces, they probably wouldn’t even be a warm-up for the ridiculously powerful Ying Bufan.

Ah Fu grew so angry his face twisted, seeing his command was being ignored and the bodyguards remained frozen, unwilling to move a muscle. “What are you afraid of?” he bellowed, pointing at them. “He’s a wandering ghost who wouldn’t dare cause a major scene. Otherwise, he’d draw a full-scale siege from the Imperial Capital War Zone!”

“Stop making things difficult for them,” Lin Fan said, his brows furrowing slightly as he tilted his head toward the office door. “You can’t stop me. Scram if you don’t want to die.”

Before the men could respond, they felt as if they had received a pardon. “Thank you for your consideration, Young Master! We’ll get out of your hair right now!” they babbled, nodding and bowing with smiles uglier than grimaces.

They then scrambled over each other to rush out the door, fleeing for their lives. They completely ignored Ah Fu, who was stomping his feet and cursing furiously, his face as ugly as if he’d swallowed a dead fly.

“Honey, our son is saved! He’s really saved this time!” Seeing this, the middle-aged couple protecting the young boy were overcome with shock and joy, their words choked with emotional tears.

They hadn’t held out much hope. Contacting Lin Fan was just a desperate, last-ditch effort. Who would have thought they would accidentally stumble upon such a powerful figure? With just a few words, he had scared off those vicious bodyguards and completely disregarded the Ying family’s steward.

This seemingly ordinary young man… just what is his status? What kind of astonishing background does he have?!

As their hearts settled, they couldn’t help but feel immense gratitude and awe as they gazed at Lin Fan.

“Damn it, so the call you made earlier was to him!”

At that moment, Ah Fu’s eyes twitched as realization suddenly dawned. He wanted to slap himself for his stupidity! He had assumed the out-of-town couple was poor and helpless, which was why he had looked down on them. He had even played with them like a cat with a mouse, arrogantly letting them call for backup. And who did they call? That damn shit-stirrer, Ying Bufan! My guts are churning with regret. If Shen Yueli ever finds out that my carelessness caused this mess… His body trembled, and a bitter taste filled his mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Lin Fan’s mouth curled into a sneer as he shook his head. “You looked down on them, and now you regret it? You never imagined that their only connection in the Imperial Capital would be me, did you?”

“Hmph, so what? Do you think you’re still the Commander of the Hulin Guard from seven years ago? Let me tell you, you’re nothing but an outcast who can’t even show his face in public! You can’t even save yourself, so what gives you the right to meddle in other people’s business? Believe it or not, one phone call to the higher-ups in the Imperial Capital War Zone and you’ll be arrested in minutes!” Ah Fu’s pupils shrank, but he gritted his teeth and feigned calmness.

He didn’t dare call Shen Yueli for help, as that would expose his mistake. The best way was to use someone else to do his dirty work—let the Imperial Capital War Zone handle Ying Bufan. With this thought, his confidence returned, and he pulled his phone from his pocket.

One second, two seconds, three seconds… After a full five seconds had passed, he saw Lin Fan and Xia Bingbing exchange a glance, both utterly fearless. In fact, they were looking at him as if he were an idiot.

Ah Fu’s heart sank. He felt a sense of powerless futility, like punching a wad of cotton.

“Act! Keep on posturing! I refuse to believe I can’t deal with a traitor like you today!” Ah Fu’s face flushed with shame and anger as he spoke, then he dialed a number.

“Do as you please. I don’t have any more time to waste on you.” Lin Fan shook his head, glancing down the hall where Fatty Chu was hurrying over with a middle-aged man in a white coat. He gestured to the anxious couple, then had them follow him with their child.

“Don’t you move! This isn’t over! No one is taking that box!” Ah Fu roared, but he didn’t dare step forward to stop them.

“Hello, is this Steward Ah Fu of the Ying family?” a man’s voice came through the phone.

Ah Fu’s face lit up, and he shot a provocative glance at Lin Fan. “Yes, yes, this is Ah Fu! General Zhang, hello! I want to make a report! I’m at The First People’s Hospital, and I’ve found Ying Bufan, who faked his death seven years ago!”

CLANG!

On the other end of the line, Zhang Ao, who was lying in bed applying ointment, froze with his eyes wide open, accidentally knocking over the bottle.

What the hell is going on today? Why is everyone getting tangled up with that bastard Ying Bufan? That kid is being watched by all the top brass in the Imperial Capital right now. Can’t he just keep a low profile for a while?

“Steward Ah Fu, you must be mistaken. Ying Bufan died seven years ago.” Zhang Ao’s tone was grim, but he forced a smile. “I have something to attend to, so I’ll hang up now.”

“No, I really saw Ying Bufan! If you don’t believe me, bring some men over and arrest him now!”

“I don’t have time for a wild goose chase. If you’re so sure that man is Ying Bufan, you should probably get yourself checked into a psychiatric hospital first.”

CLICK!

The call was abruptly disconnected, leaving Ah Fu frozen in place, clutching his phone in utter disbelief.

“What’s the matter? Want to keep calling and reporting me?” Seeing his reaction, Lin Fan found it hilarious and asked deliberately.

His hearing was extraordinary; he had recognized the voice on the phone as that of his defeated foe, Zhang Ao. Report me to him? Isn’t that just asking for trouble?

“You… Don’t get arrogant! This isn’t over!” Ah Fu’s face was beet red. He yelled in frustration and shame, then turned and bolted, not daring to stay any longer, likely to call for more backup.

Just then, Fatty Chu arrived with the man in the white coat. “Uncle, you have to help today! Please, save that child!” he pleaded, desperately signaling to the doctor with his eyes.

“You don’t need to say anymore; I generally understand the situation. Our hospital is only responsible for performing the bone marrow transplant. You will have to handle any other problems yourselves,” the middle-aged man in the white coat frowned, hesitating for a moment before speaking to Lin Fan in a solemn voice.

“No problem. This is Xia Bingbing, Old Master Xia’s own granddaughter. With her acting as a guarantor, your hospital won’t be held responsible if anything goes wrong,” Lin Fan nodded, pulling Xia Bingbing forward as he spoke confidently.

“…Alright then. I’ll have someone arrange for an operating room immediately!” Hearing this, the man in the white coat let out a sigh of relief and turned to the hopeful middle-aged couple.

He had been in a difficult position himself. Fortunately, with someone stepping up to take responsibility for any fallout, he could help them out. As long as they transplanted the marrow into the child first, no matter how powerful the Ying family was, there would be nothing they could do.

“Quick, bring the child and follow me!” The man in the white coat took a deep breath and urged the couple on. “We must be fast; every second counts! Otherwise, things will get very troublesome once they find someone else to send over!”

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