Su Nanyin, why isn't she in her car?
Ye Rumian froze for a moment after clearly seeing the signal from his subordinate.
Buzz buzz buzz.
The phone rang.
He snatched it up and put it to his ear.
He heard a man's low voice: "Su Nanyin has just arrived in Modu!"
What?
Su Nanyin just arrived in Modu?
Which means she left Si Jiu overnight and went to Modu.
Damn it!
Why did she suddenly rush to Modu overnight?
Otherwise, she would be dead.
Ye Rumian cursed inwardly.
Heaven can bear witness, Ye Rumian wasn't boasting.
If Su Nanyin had gone to work as usual this morning, with Ye Rumian leading twelve elite fighters to assassinate her personally, even with her bodyguards, both visible and hidden, she would have been dead or severely injured.
After all, no one would dare to assassinate someone in a busy area unless absolutely necessary.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Rumian raised his hand and signaled to a man on the roadside.
Indicating to terminate the mission.
The man immediately nodded, turned, and walked quickly south, soon disappearing into the morning commuting crowd.
Ye Rumian also started his car and turned right.
The white car Su Nanyin had been in also passed the green light smoothly and sped west.
"Since Su Nanyin has gone to Modu, I guess I have to rush there with my men. Only by assassinating her at all costs can I suppress Ye Qingfan! Damn Ye Qingfan, why didn't he die in prison?"
Ye Rumian cursed under his breath, lost in thought, when he heard a bang from the car.
He subconsciously applied the brakes, looked up.
A disheveled, bearded old tramp was leaning in front of his car, wailing loudly.
Damn it.
A scammer!
Ye Rumian understood.
He had just turned right, and the speed was very slow due to the traffic. If someone had walked past, he wouldn't have failed to see them.
This old tramp, however, had run into his car, which could only mean it was intentional.
If it were in a deserted area, Ye Rumian would have just stepped on the gas and driven back and forth, sending this scammer to hell.
But this was a busy area.
With cars and people all around, Ye Rumian dared not do that.
He could only curse under his breath, open the door, and get out: "Hey, stop pretending. Tell me how much you want to get lost."
"Ouch, my leg is broken."
The old tramp wailed loudly and raised his left foot.
Ye Rumian was startled.
The old tramp's left foot was indeed at a strange angle, clearly indicating it had suffered external pressure.
"Someone, take me to the hospital, I'm in so much pain."
The old tramp's wailing immediately attracted many people.
"We absolutely cannot attract the special services, or it will be more trouble."
Ye Rumian's mind raced quickly, and he quickly bent down to help the old tramp: "Uncle, I'll take you to the hospital."
Uncle: "Aiyo, hurry up and carry me. Damn it, what's the use of your mouth without action?"
Spit rained on him, and Ye Rumian gritted his teeth, then picked up the old tramp and placed him in the passenger seat.
The car started quickly.
After passing Su Family Hutong, the wailing old tramp suddenly said, "Stop."
There were fewer vehicles here, so Ye Rumian immediately pulled over to the side and stopped.
The old tramp asked, "Give me more money, and we won't go to the hospital."
Huh?
Wasn't this old man's ankle broken?
Ye Rumian froze for a moment and looked down at the old tramp's left foot.
The old tramp's left foot had returned to normal.
Ye Rumian then understood that the old tramp possessed the ability to rotate his ankle at will.
"Damn it!"
Realizing he had been scammed, Ye Rumian cursed inwardly but was too lazy to argue with the old tramp.
He needed to quickly consider whether to rush to Modu.
He took out his wallet and opened it—
The old tramp spoke: "From the fact that you habitually carry so much cash, I can tell you are not from Dongyang, Hancheng, or Daosheng. After all, payment methods in those places are too backward. Speak, what is your name? How many subordinates were there who attempted to assassinate Su Nanyin?"
Bang!!
Ye Rumian's heart pounded, and as he looked up sharply, his right hand went to his waist.
"Don't move. Otherwise, you'll wish you were dead."
The old tramp said indifferently: "Allow me to introduce myself, my surname is Li, Mu Zi Li. My given name is Nan Fang, as in Bei Yan Fei Nan Fang de Nan Fang. I have a wife named Yang Xiao, a son named Li Xiao, and a useless grandson named Li Qianfan. I also know someone surnamed Su who is always coveting my grandson's beautiful young lady."
Ye Rumian stared blankly at the old tramp, his eyes unfocused.
The saying "a person's name carries weight" was indeed true.
If it were anyone else, Ye Rumian would have already erupted!
But upon hearing the old tramp introduce himself as Li Nan Fang—
Ye Rumian's murderous intent was instantly blown away by a gale.
He didn't even have the courage to fight Li Nan Fang!!
"Young man, the world is beautiful, don't always think about dying. Otherwise, your parents and I will worry."
Li Nan Fang leaned back against the seat: "Most importantly, because I have at least 18 ways to make you wish you were dead. Of course, as long as you obediently listen to this old man."
He babbled on like this.
Looking at Ye Rumian, he said earnestly: "This old man is still young and wants to take one more last disciple. Just by being my last disciple, you can ensure that what you get in Dongtu will be several times more than in Daosheng!"
To prove that "this old man" was not talking nonsense—
Li Nan Fang raised his left hand to the sky and solemnly swore: "I swear on the honor of my son Li Xiao and my grandson Li Qianfan that I will never go back on my word to a junior like you."
Li Qianfan always swore on the honor of his grandfather and father.
He never took it seriously afterward.
Li Xiao liked to swear on his father's character and his own golden right hand.
What he said was not much better than a fart.
So now, when Li Nan Fang liked to swear on the honor of his son Li Xiao and grandson Li Qianfan, what did it mean?
When he said this, it meant that once Ye Rumian's value was exploited, he would be unceremoniously squeezed dry!
Whoosh.
Whoosh whoosh—
Cold sweat trickled down Ye Rumian's forehead, but his breathing became more and more even.
He knew.
If he didn't cooperate, he would definitely experience the most extreme suffering.
And if he cooperated?
Then he could become Li Nan Fang's last disciple!!
(Bug: Get lost, I am the last disciple of Li Ren Zha.)
What made Ye Rumian most tempted was—
"If I can survive and become Li Nan Fang's last disciple, then I can be a double agent, playing both sides?"
In an instant, Ye Rumian made up his mind.
He immediately bowed his head: "Master, your disciple Ye Rumian greets you."
"Good disciple. The moment I saw you, I felt we were destined."
Li Nan Fang smiled broadly, unceremoniously snatched Ye Rumian's wallet, and tucked the thick wad of cash into his own chest: "This money will be your apprenticeship fee."
So, Li Ren Zha liked money!
Ye Rumian's eyes lit up, and Li Nan Fang then said: "Disciple, tell me the exact locations of your hidden subordinates. They are there, and I can't sleep well at night. Of course, you can refuse. But I have at least 18 ways to make you speak. Alas, my bones have become rusty over the years."
Ye Rumian—
Knew very well that if he didn't want to die to thank his master (Cai Wangzu) for his cultivation, he had to obey Li Ren Zha.
Did he want to die?
Before Li Nan Fang revealed himself, Ye Rumian was willing to shed blood and sacrifice his life for his firm beliefs.
But when Li Nan Fang promised to take him as his last disciple, Ye Rumian felt the world was so beautiful.
An hour later.
Li Nan Fang nodded and got out of the car: "Disciple, go and do what you need to do. I will cooperate with you to achieve some results to please the people on Daosheng. You should interact with the Yao family as you normally would. But from now on, you must never set your sights on a certain beautiful young lady again. Go, go."
Li Nan Fang smiled kindly and waved Ye Rumian away.
Ye Rumian's car soon disappeared into the traffic.
Whoosh!
Li Nan Fang finally let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Still shaken!!
One.
He truly didn't expect Su Nanyin's role in a certain department to be far more important than he had imagined.
Two.
The security around Su Nanyin must be doubled.
Three.
Fortunately, a certain beautiful young lady had rushed to Modu in the early morning hours, around 3 AM, and was not at home!
Otherwise.
Even if Tiger, who was responsible for Su Nanyin's safety (a member of Dark Blade), had noticed something was wrong as usual this morning while observing for danger at the intersection; he would never have imagined that so many elite fighters were mixed among the crowd just to assassinate Su Nanyin.
If Su Nanyin had been in the car, the outcome would have been unimaginable.
It was precisely after receiving the news from Tiger that Li Nan Fang rushed over at the fastest speed and accurately pinpointed Ye Rumian by the roadside with his terrible intuition.
"It's a pity I can't send Su Nanyin to Longxu for protection like Ziyu's grandson's wife. This is troublesome."
Li Nan Fang frowned, muttered to himself, and took out his phone to call Su Nanyin.
Nine in the morning.
This is Modu!!