Chapter 812: Chapter 808: I Want to Kill Ye Fan
At the same time, in a high-end residential area in Mingde County, after his wife had forced two bottles of sobering pills on him, Zhang Kun sat up, his head throbbing painfully. His wife fetched a towel, soaked it in water, wrung it dry, and applied it to his forehead while muttering, “Just know how to drink. You didn’t even attend the parent-teacher meeting today. The homeroom teacher said if our son fights again, he’ll be disciplined…”
“Got it, got it.” Zhang Kun waved his hand impatiently. Memories slowly flooded his mind, and his thoughts gradually became clearer. He pondered for a while, feeling something was amiss, but he couldn’t pinpoint what. In a dizzy state, he thought for quite a while before a face flashed in his mind, and an ominous feeling surged in his heart.
He took out his phone, scrolled through the contacts to Wang Qiang’s name, and dialed.
The call connected quickly. Zhang Kun asked directly, “Qiangzi, did you introduce someone to my place?”
“Huh? What person?” Wang Qiang asked.
Zhang Kun’s heart tightened suddenly, and he asked, “That tall, strong guy, not handsome but with a sharp face, somewhat attractive, in his twenties, oh, right, surname Ye.”
“No, no, I didn’t! Oh, by the way, there’s something I think I should tell you.” Wang Qiang said.
By this time, a layer of cold sweat had already started to form on Zhang Kun’s forehead.
“Uh, about the remaining three hundred thousand, I don’t want it anymore,” Wang Qiang said, “I’ve run into some trouble here.”
Zhang Kun’s face turned to anger, “Qiangzi, what’s really going on?!”
Wang Qiang made up his mind and said, “Brother Zhang, honestly, I just came back from the police station after making a statement. I said everything I needed to.”
“Damn you!” Zhang Kun threw the phone to the ground. His wife was startled and hurriedly sat beside him, “Old Zhang, what’s wrong? What happened?”
“That bastard Ye fooled me!” Zhang Kun held his head with both hands, desperately tugging at his few strands of hair, “It’s all over, it’s all fucking over!”
As he spoke, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed onto the bed, fainting.
“Old Zhang, Old Zhang! What’s wrong with you?!” His wife lunged forward, “Don’t scare me!” She slapped his face and pinched his philtrum, frantically fussing for several minutes before Zhang Kun slowly came to, his eyes unfocused. His wife helped him up, leaning him against the headboard, staring blankly at the ceiling.
After a long while, he exhaled deeply, suddenly jumped out of bed, put on slippers, and headed out.
His wife shouted, “Old Zhang, where are you going?!”
“To where I should go!” Zhang Kun said as he opened the door.
“What craziness at this hour?” Before she finished speaking, the security door slammed shut. His wife chased after him, opened the door, stood at the stairway, and shouted, “Old Zhang, come back!”
Zhang Kun didn’t look back. With things developing to this point, he had no road to return to.
At this moment, he hated Wang Qiang for selling him out but hated even more the Ye Fan who had tricked him.
After Ye Fan made a call to Mo Xiaoyan, he returned home directly. Although he had chugged a stomach full of beer, he still insisted on drinking the medicinal soup brewed by Wei Ziling. Whether it’s nourishing decoctions or cultivation, perseverance is key. A single day’s slack could render days or even tens of days of effort futile.
And given the current situation, with Li Zhaojun advancing further on her path of cultivation, he couldn’t afford any negligence.
After completing his cultivation tasks for the day, Ye Fan went to bed to rest.
As for Wang Qiang, Zhang Kun, or even the mastermind Xie Liping, Ye Fan didn’t take them to heart. Although Mo Xiaoyan appeared spoiled and mischievous like a little girl in front of him, she was actually the legitimate young lady of the Mo family in Chongqing, someone from a prominent family, capable in mind and strategy. If she couldn’t even handle the inconspicuous Xie Liping, it would be ridiculous.
What Ye Fan didn’t know was that while he slept, the day’s events were being investigated thoroughly by the resources of the Xie Corporation, with many details collected and handed over to the young master Xie Liping of the Xie Corporation.
And all the events were ultimately pointing towards the same person: the political commissar of Mingde County Police Bureau, Ye Fan.
“Ye Fan!” Xie Liping took a deep breath, a fierce look flashing across his face, and said to his driver, “To Mingde County!”
The driver was a bit surprised, “Young Master, now?”
“Stop the nonsense and move it!” Xie Liping snapped.
Seeing Xie Liping’s murderous demeanor, the driver dared not ask more. He floored the accelerator, and the Cayenne roared off like a released arrow.
An hour and a half later, the Cayenne roared into Mingde County.
In the office building of Hongguang Realty, in the president’s office, Zhang Kun sat on the sofa, clutching his head, appearing distressed. By the window stood a bald man with a bandage on his nose, swollen lips, looking like an ant on a hot pan, restless and anxious. It was none other than Wang Qiang.
Sitting behind the office desk was a slim man in a floral shirt, his hair slicked back with a shiny gloss, nervously patting the table.
“Boss,” Zhang Kun finally raised his head, trembling, “What… what should we do?”
The slender man in the floral shirt, the boss of Hongguang Realty, hurled an ashtray at him, hitting Zhang Kun’s head. Blood flowed down his bald pate.
The man in the floral shirt said viciously, “I should be the one asking you! It’s just a simple task, and you make such a mess, even selling out the big boss!”
At that moment, the roar of an engine came from downstairs, tightening the hearts of all three.
The urgent sound of brakes squealed as the Cayenne halted downstairs. The security who had been waiting hurriedly opened the door, and Xie Liping marched in. The three men in the office stood to greet him, but as soon as the door opened, Xie Liping barged in.
The three lined up in front of the desk, heads lowered, not daring to speak.
Xie Liping sat down, lit a cigarette, inhaled nearly half in one drag, without exhaling the smoke. After a long silence, he looked at the three men before him, “Lift your heads!”
The three, trembling, dared not move.
“I said lift your heads!” Xie Liping slammed the desk, causing the three to flinch and raise their heads quickly.
Xie Liping slapped a document down on the table, pointing to the top photo, and said, “This guy, Ye Fan, I want him dead!”
The office fell into a deathly silence.
The man in the floral shirt gulped, tremblingly asked, “Boss, that… kill him…”
“Not just a beating, not maiming, but kill. In the biological sense of death. Yes, you heard right!”
Xie Liping’s eyes were full of ferocity, “I don’t care what method you use, I want to see his corpse in a week, or else,” it is only then that he exhaled a puff of smoke, “I’ll see your corpses.”