279: Chapter 279: Strike First to Gain the Upper Hand (Second Update) 279: Chapter 279: Strike First to Gain the Upper Hand (Second Update) “`
Yi Tianxing gritted his teeth, transferred 20 million to Zhang Fan, and 11 million to Ouyang Feng, then walked out of the office with a dark expression.
And Yi Bing, with a face full of horror, followed behind him.
He could feel the killing aura emanating from Yi Tianxing.
“Dad, get revenge for me,” Yi Chuan said, sitting in a wheelchair, wrapped up like a mummy.
“You little monster, get lost!”
Yi Tianxing kicked him directly, and instantly, Yi Chuan was separated from his wheelchair and sprawled on the ground, with his newly healed arms and legs fractured again.
“Ahh!”
A heart-wrenching scream spread, and a group of doctors and nurses were stunned.
This is his own son, isn’t it?
God, has Yi Tianxing gone mad?
“Zhang Fan, you shouldn’t start a fight at every turn.
After all, Yi Tianxing is a well-known figure in S City,” Ding Yang sighed.
Ouyang Feng immediately widened his eyes, his gaze falling on Zhang Fan as he said, “The finger marks on Yi Tianxing’s face, did you do that?”
“Yeah,” Zhang Fan nodded.
Ouyang Feng was completely convinced.
This guy Zhang Fan really dares to do anything.
Even he would not dare to beat Yi Tianxing like that in front of so many people.
Otherwise, the next day, it would definitely make headlines.
And when he got back home, he’d likely be beaten to death by the old man of the house.
At this moment, he felt somewhat envious of Zhang Fan.
Ding Yang rolled his eyes: “Don’t be too smug.
There are people lying all over outside, the least injured with three broken ribs.”
“I can’t control myself, and look, those guys are all so big and tall.
If I didn’t exert some strength, I’d be the one lying there,” Zhang Fan shrugged his shoulders, a look of helplessness on his face.
These amateurs can’t even fight and they still come out to work as bodyguards, blame me then.
“Enough, I’m leaving,” said Ding Yang and then he walked out.
“Bro Zhang Fan, you’ve gotta treat us, 20 million!” Weng Yufeng teased.
“Sure, I’ll treat you some other day, got something else today,” Zhang Fan said with a smile, then immediately walked over to Ye Yanran.
“Sister Yanran, I need you to do me a favor,” Zhang Fan said.
Ye Yanran said coldly, “Transfer me 1 million first, then we’ll talk.”
She was full of anger right now.
Especially since Weng Shuang kept asking her endless questions about Zhang Fan, she wanted to slap Zhang Fan to death.
When had Weng Shuang ever been so concerned about asking about a man?
Never!
Thinking about the healing plan Zhang Fan gave to Weng Shuang, she had a strong feeling that sooner or later, Weng Shuang would fall into Zhang Fan’s trap.
“Forget it, I won’t ask you,” Zhang Fan, rolling his eyes, moved over to where Ouyang Feng was and, placing a hand on his shoulder, said, “Classmate Ouyang, do me a favor.
Once this is done, I’ll make sure you get the first place at the provincial games, nice and easy.”
Ouyang Feng said angrily, “Didn’t you say that if I showed up, it would be settled for the provincial games?”
“Yes, you’re here, but my business isn’t finished yet,” Zhang Fan said with a sly smile.
“Damn you!”
“Alright, let’s talk seriously,” Zhang Fan said, lowering his voice and leaning into Ouyang Feng’s ear: “Help me find out where Long Xiao is staying, right now, immediately.”
Ouyang Feng became serious, “You need it urgently?”
“Yeah, as fast as possible,” Zhang Fan said gravely.
Jin Daya had already said that Long Xiao had been organizing assassins on the first, and now so much time had passed, he was not at all at ease.
It didn’t matter much to him, but if anything happened to Zhang Xiaoyuan, he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.
“Alright, I’ll get right on it.
Wait for my message; it shouldn’t take too long,” Ouyang Feng said, then turned and left.
“Bro Zhang Fan, remember to treat my sister as soon as possible,” Weng Yufeng called out, then quickly left as well.
As for Ye Yanran, she had disappeared long ago.
“Che Hou, if there’s any news on Wenwen, let me know immediately.
Also, if there’s no move from Yi Tianxing’s side tomorrow, let me know as well,” Zhang Fan said, bidding farewell to Gao Jian and Xu Qian, and quickly left as well.
Zhang Fan didn’t go home, but went straight to the Starlight Hotel.
Although Ouyang Feng promised to help him investigate Long Xiao’s whereabouts, he couldn’t just wait around doing nothing.
After wandering around the Starlight Hotel for a bit, Ouyang Feng sent him the information.
“Silk Road, number 92?”
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Zhang Fan saw the address and immediately rushed over there.
It was getting dark, but for the city, it was just the beginning of its bustling life.
People who had been busy all day started to call friends, eat barbecue, sing songs, and visit bars!
Silk Road, however, was completely different.
Here, apart from the bright street lights, there were pitifully few pedestrians on the road.
Mansions with their own gardens signified that their owners were either rich or noble.
The nearly three-meter-high walls allowed them to indulge in their luxurious lifestyles with no restraint.
“Number 92?”
Zhang Fan looked at the number next to the iron gate, his gaze icy cold!
Long Xiao!
Your little lord has arrived!
“Kid, what are you looking at?
This isn’t a place you can be, scram, or I’ll smack you,” a bodyguard at the gate barked.
Zhang Fan chuckled darkly, his eyes coldly glancing at the man before he hummed a tune and sneaked around a dark corner of the wall.
He stepped back a few paces, picked up speed, and leapt, grabbing onto the wall and scaling it skillfully.
Zhang Fan crouched in the corner, his eyes coldly surveilling the entire villa.
Damn, more than thirty bodyguards taking turns on guard duty.
Even Ye Yanran’s place doesn’t have this kind of set up.
This son of a gun must be up to no good, otherwise, why would he station so many bodyguards at the entrance.
Zhang Fan looked at a room on the second floor with lights on and broke into a low chuckle as he activated his Telepathy.
Soon, Zhang Fan spotted Long Xiao’s figure.
At that moment, Long Xiao was holding a wine glass in his hand, facing two middle-aged men.
The three of them were talking and laughing, but Zhang Fan couldn’t hear what they were saying.
Telepathy didn’t come with the ability to hear from afar, after all.
The two men were dressed very ordinarily, but watching them interact with Long Xiao, Zhang Fan knew this matter wasn’t simple.
Immediately, Zhang Fan activated his Reconnaissance Skill.
“Ding, Reconnaissance Skill activated, will consume 1000 Spiritual Value per second.”
Target: Che Hou.
Age: 32
Strength: 28
Intelligence: 10
Spirit: 29
Constitution: 18
Agility: 10
Identity: Assassin
Target: Gu Dong
Age: 34
Strength: 30
Intelligence: 12
Spirit: 31
Constitution: 15
Agility: 13
Identity: Assassin
At that moment, Zhang Fan’s expression also turned gloomy.
Damn, Long Xiao, this bastard, really hired assassins.
Looking at the two men’s attributes, Zhang Fan laughed; they were even weaker than himself.
Suddenly, a cold smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Fan’s mouth.
As the saying goes, strike first to gain the upper hand.