The Su family's crisis had passed. At this moment, no one was happier than Su Qingxue. She went to work cheerfully, as it was time for the Su Family Business to be rebuilt from the ground up.
Su Qingxue was extremely busy, leaving Ye Fan as the only one with nothing to do. After dinner, she busied herself with business plans. Meanwhile, Ye Fan went for a walk, since he had practically nothing to do. This engagement was a very boring one.
Just then, as Ye Fan passed a coffee shop, he suddenly saw the woman he had flirted with at the office coming out of the café by herself.
A perfect opportunity!
Ye Fan grinned and quickly walked up to her. "Hey beautiful, we meet again."
"You again!"
The woman's name was Tang Yurou, Su Qingxue's secretary and financial director. Seeing Ye Fan seemed to make her relive the scene in the office, and she naturally did not give him a warm reception.
Ye Fan smiled. "Don't look so stern, beautiful. Is that the only expression you white-collar workers have?"
Dressed in casual clothes, Tang Yurou looked even more stunning. Even someone with Ye Fan's composure was captivated by her. She wore a light pink dress that gave her a fresh and elegant air. Unquestionably, she had a unique eye for fashion. Of course, she was no ordinary white-collar worker. With an annual salary exceeding two million, she was in a different league—more like a high-level executive.
She scowled and snapped, "Boring!"
"It's not that I'm boring, it's that your beauty captivated me," Ye Fan said with a grin. When it came to women, he had his own unique methods.
Tang Yurou shot back, "Save that line for other women! I'm not some teenage girl who falls for sweet nothings!"
Judging by her appearance, she's only in her twenties, probably just three or four years out of college, yet she's not the least bit naive. Perhaps that's what comes with holding a high position.
"But I'm serious!" Ye Fan insisted.
"Well, I have things to do, so I must be going," Tang Yurou said, walking toward her parking spot. Her car was a small, pink Audi.
However, she immediately ran into a problem. Her car was sandwiched tightly between two others, with another vehicle parked so close behind that it was nearly touching her bumper.
Ye Fan offered, "Need some help?"
"No!"
Tang Yurou mustered her courage, took out her keys, and started the car. But after trying for a long time, she still had no success. She was on the verge of a breakdown. They say women have no knack for mechanical things, and it seems to be true.
"Watch me!" Ye Fan said.
Without another word, he took her car keys and started the ignition. Tang Yurou stood by, ready to give directions, but before she could even utter a word, Ye Fan had already maneuvered the car out of the tight spot.
Her jaw dropped. She couldn't believe his driving skills were so good. If Ye Fan knew what she was thinking, he would surely have said, "The ways of a veteran driver are not for you to understand."
"Thank you," she said.
"See? I helped you out of a huge jam. Shouldn't you at least buy me a cup of coffee?"
The more she looked at him, the more he seemed to be pushing his luck, but she found it hard to refuse.
"Fine!" Tang Yurou agreed. He did help her out a lot. Buying him a cup of coffee is the least I can do; it's only right.
Just then, more than ten men wielding machetes charged toward them.
The sudden attack scared Tang Yurou witless. There were few people around, and the area was quiet. She fumbled for her phone to call the police, but Ye Fan stopped her. "Don't call them! That would ruin all the fun."
"You!"
Tang Yurou mistakenly thought Ye Fan was in cahoots with them, that they were here to kidnap her. Trembling with fear, she became deeply wary of him.
Ye Fan immediately charged forward to engage the dozen attackers. His fighting technique was no joke—he had single-handedly created the Eight Extremities Collapse, an advanced skill he had derived from the Ancient Martial Body Refining Technique.
As he executed a flurry of skilled movements, his opponents fell, either dead or severely injured. In no time, all of them were lying on the ground.
"Let's get out of here!" Tang Yurou urged.
But at that moment, a leisurely figure approached from a distance. Tang Yurou had assumed the men were after her, but she was mistaken. They were here for Ye Fan.
The figure came into focus, and Ye Fan saw him clearly. The man had a Black Tiger tattoo on his arm and held a gleaming, extremely sharp dagger. He was about 1.6 meters tall and had an eerie presence. In his eyes, it seemed everyone was already dead.
Frightened, Tang Yurou hid behind Ye Fan.
This man isn't simple; he's already grasped the basics of Inner Strength. Still, that's not enough to be my opponent.
Ye Fan stepped forward and asked, "Who are you?"
"People call me Lone Wolf," the man said. "But since you're a dead man walking, my name doesn't matter."
"The Black Tiger Society!" Ye Fan realized instantly. The largest gang in Jiangning City. Black Tiger is the boss, and Lone Wolf and Leopard are his two top lieutenants.
"That's right. Since you know, there's no need to hide it," Lone Wolf sneered. His smile was like a tiger's; one moment of carelessness, and he would deliver a fatal blow.
Ye Fan shrugged helplessly. "I'm very curious. Who sent you after me?"
"You don't have the right to know!"
Suddenly, Lone Wolf lunged at Ye Fan, his snake-like dagger flashing.
"AARGH!" Tang Yurou screamed in terror.
At that moment, Ye Fan sprang into action, meeting Lone Wolf empty-handed. Lone Wolf aimed for his throat, but Ye Fan swiftly dodged the dagger. Then, he struck Lone Wolf's back with his palm, sending the man staggering to the ground.
Instead of being disheartened, Lone Wolf seemed even more invigorated. "You're tougher than I thought. No wonder those two were willing to pay four million to have me take your life!"
Ye Fan smirked. "My life is worth more than four million." He immediately pressed the attack.
Lone Wolf quickly parried, brandishing his dagger with snake-like agility as he tried to pierce Ye Fan's heart.
However, in the next instant, Ye Fan simply grabbed the blade of the dagger.
An opportunity! Lone Wolf thought, pulling hard. He was certain that the tendons in Ye Fan's arm would be instantly severed. Unexpectedly, despite his all-out effort, Ye Fan's hand didn't move an inch.
"Done playing games?" Ye Fan asked.
Lone Wolf's heart tightened. This is bad!
Just as he feared, Ye Fan snapped the dagger in two with his bare hands. He then took the broken blade, and his figure flashed.
The next moment, drops of blood splattered on the ground, breaking the brief silence.
Tang Yurou covered her mouth tightly to stifle a scream.
Meanwhile, Lone Wolf clutched his chest in agony. Ye Fan had pierced his body with the broken blade. Blood flowed freely from the wound, but Ye Fan's strike had been precise; he had not intended to kill him.
In the next second, Ye Fan moved again, his hand clamping firmly around Lone Wolf's throat. "This is your last chance to live."