"You want to leave? It’s not that easy." Zhao Minghui glanced mockingly at Ye Fan and Ye Juanjuan, then smiled ingratiatingly and went forward. He greeted the group that poured into the private room with great respect.
This group wasn’t just anyone; they were local thugs led by Liang Ge, who was notorious in the area.
"Liang Ge, you’re here." Zhao Minghui humbled himself, bowing and scraping. Despite being a millionaire, he also had a shady background. He had dealt with people like Liang Ge more than once or twice, hiring him with money to solve unsolvable troubles or to teach someone a lesson.
"President Zhao, just tell me who you want beaten up," Liang Ge said arrogantly.
"Liang Ge, just call me Xiao Zhao. How could I dare assume the title of President Zhao in your presence?" Zhao Minghui smiled like a lackey, relying on Liang Ge’s power as he arrogantly pointed at Ye Fan, saying, "It’s him. This kid doesn’t know his place. I’d like you to have your brothers give him a good beating and then send him to the hospital to lie down for a few months."
"A piece of cake," Liang Ge said dismissively, lifting his nose disdainfully without glancing at anyone in the box.
"Liang Ge, Liang Ge... it’s him, it’s him..." One of Liang Ge’s underlings cried out in fear, and the moment they saw Ye Fan, they couldn’t help but tremble, instinctively taking a step back.
"Damn it, what about him?" Liang Ge scolded his underling impatiently, but the instant he saw Ye Fan’s face, his heart skipped a beat violently. Then, with a change of expression, he put on a flattering smile, "Brother Ye, why are you here?"
"Let’s go," Ye Fan looked to his sister for confirmation.
"Okay," Ye Juanjuan nodded.
Ye Fan ignored Liang Ge, holding Ye Juanjuan’s hand as they left the room. The underlings had already cleared the way.
"Brother Ye, please reconsider my suggestion. Let me work for you, and we can achieve great things together," Liang Ge pleaded, following Ye Fan.
"Not interested." Ye Fan dropped these three words and left gracefully.
Liang Ge looked in the direction Ye Fan disappeared, still unwilling to give up, shaking his head helplessly.
"Damn it, what’s going on exactly?"
"Why is this happening? I invited Liang Ge here to deal with Ye Fan, but why is Liang Ge behaving this way towards Ye Fan? Could it be that Ye Fan is some underworld boss, someone even more formidable than Liang Ge, like a godfather-grade figure?"
"But, but how is that possible?"
Zhao Minghui was stupefied, standing dazed with a blank expression.
He Yulian, on the other hand, was equally anxious, her face losing its color. She knew that the Liang Ge invited by Zhao Minghui was already a formidable character, but she never expected someone she regarded as so powerful would eagerly want to work for Ye Fan, and Ye Fan didn’t even pay attention.
"What exactly is his identity?" He Yulian asked, looking pale and expressionless.
Others weren’t foolish either. Seeing the situation unfold, they immediately understood that Zhao Minghui had invited someone to deal with Ye Fan, but the reinforcements behaved like frightened subordinates in front of Ye Fan, stunning them.
"A big shot, he must be a big shot. We were too blind to see it," they thought bitterly.
"You little bastard, you’re courting death." After watching Ye Fan disappear, Liang Ge roared at Zhao Minghui. This was clearly leading him to his doom. How dare he offend Brother Ye? He couldn’t let that slide. If Brother Ye got angry, his life would be forfeit. Of course, he had reason to be angry.
He was filled with hatred towards Zhao Minghui, the culprit.
The other underlings looked at Zhao Minghui with murderous eyes. This bastard Zhao Minghui nearly got them killed. They were understandably enraged.
"Liang Ge, brothers, we’re all family; we just didn’t recognize each other. I didn’t know Mr. Ye was a big shot. I thought he was just a driver, so I messed up." Zhao Minghui implored, "Please, Liang Ge, don’t get angry. I’ll apologize to you. Anything you say goes, I’ll meet any of your demands, alright?"
"Idiot," Liang Ge cursed, contemplating how to handle this.
"Yes, yes, I’m an idiot, I’m not human," Zhao Minghui wailed.
Liang Ge was also struggling. Brother Ye hadn’t dealt with Zhao Minghui himself. Was it because he disdained to do so, or was there another reason? Liang Ge couldn’t figure it out, so he didn’t dare to act rashly. After all, Ye Juanjuan and these people were classmates. If he punished them too harshly and word got back to Brother Ye, he would be done for. But Zhao Minghui dared to provoke Brother Ye almost costing them their lives. This grudge had to be avenged.
"Just punish the main culprit, leave the others out of it," Liang Ge muttered to himself, having devised a plan.
"Cut off one of his hands," Liang Ge ordered.
"Liang Ge, isn’t that too lenient? I think taking his life wouldn’t be too much," one of the underlings said indignantly.
"Shut your damn mouth and do as I say. Don’t go overboard. Let me handle this minor issue for Brother Ye. We shouldn’t go too far, otherwise not only won’t we earn Brother Ye’s favor, we might provoke his anger," Liang Ge said seriously.
"Wise move, Liang Ge." The underlings understood their leader’s intention.
"Liang Ge, you can’t do this." Zhao Minghui’s knees went weak, and he fell to the ground.
Two underlings subdued Zhao Minghui and took out a bright knife, ready to act.
Zhao Minghui was desperate and begged, "Liang Ge, I’ll give you all my money and that woman, just please spare me."
To avoid disability, he was ready to do anything.
"Beast," He Yulian cursed under her breath, wishing she could devour Zhao Minghui alive.
"Liang Ge, what do we do?" The underling poised to act paused with the knife.
"Money and women, if it were before, I might have been tempted and compromised. But now? It’s not like before." Liang Ge glanced at He Yulian, then sneered at Zhao Minghui, "If you want to save a hand, you’re going about it the wrong way."
"Liang Ge, show mercy. I am willing to be your servant if you spare me just this once." Zhao Minghui cried and begged.
"Do it," Liang Ge waved his hand, ignoring Zhao Minghui’s words.
A hand flew off, and blood spurted.
Zhao Minghui’s heartrending scream spread out.