Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 154, What if I really have to take care of it?

"Yuan Xiangjun, you brazen cur!"

"Have you no sense of propriety left? Do you think you can disrespect everyone just because you married into the Han family?"

The members of the Yuan family looked as if they were about to explode with rage, every one of them glaring furiously at Yuan Xiangjun. After all, Mr. Yuan Sr. was the Yuan Family Patriarch, the founding forefather responsible for the family’s rise in Haicheng. Who would dare to openly disrespect him? To do so was to insult the entire Yuan family, slapping every one of them across the face!

"Xiangjun, your audacity truly knows no bounds," Mr. Yuan Sr. said, smiling as he squinted and shook his head, as if observing the playful antics of a younger family member. But his aged voice carried a distinct chill. Those in the room who were familiar with the old man’s temper felt the corners of their eyes twitch and a shiver run down their spines. It was obvious the patriarch was on the brink of a thunderous rage.

"Hah! If it weren’t for your blatant favoritism toward Yuan Youwei, would I have lived so wretchedly all these years?" Yuan Xiangjun’s expression soured, and she bit her lip, tilting her head back with a cold laugh.

"Back then, you insisted on marrying Han Yiming. I couldn’t persuade you otherwise, so I gave you a dowry worth three billion. Wasn’t that enough?" Mr. Yuan Sr. retorted with a frown.

"Not enough! Far from it! As the eldest granddaughter of the Yuan family, I should, by rights, get at least one-fifth of the family’s hundred-billion-dollar assets!" Yuan Xiangjun’s eyes darted nervously for a moment before she shrieked, "You sent me away with a mere three billion? Pah! You’re nothing but a penny-pinching miser! Are you planning to use that hundred billion to line your own coffin?"

"...So, you deliberately brought the Han family, along with Yuan Lang and the others, to stir up trouble and fight for the family fortune?" Mr. Yuan Sr. laughed in fury, the veins on his forehead bulging. A deep chill spread through his heart.

Yuan Youwei and her sister were orphaned at a young age, and he had raised them through great hardship, never having the heart to scold or punish them. The problem was that Yuan Xiangjun was not only devoid of talent and virtue but also arrogant and conceited, making her unsuitable to manage the family business. Mr. Yuan Sr. had intended to find a good marriage for her, considering it his duty to his long-dead eldest son.

Who could have ever thought that so many years of painstaking devotion had only served to raise an ungrateful wolf!

"Taozi, go and fetch the family registry!" Mr. Yuan Sr. ordered, taking a deep breath as he turned to the furious Yuan Tao.

"You old relic, what—what do you think you’re doing?"

Before Yuan Tao could even react, Yuan Xiangjun’s face paled as she questioned him, her voice trembling with shock and uncertainty.

"I am indeed old, but I, Yuan Tianguang, am not dead yet! The Yuan family still listens to my word!" Mr. Yuan Sr. declared with a mournful smile. His sorrowful gaze swept slowly over the familiar faces before him. "You all love to fight, do you? You love bringing in outsiders to cause trouble? Fine! Then every single one of you can get out of the Yuan family and never set foot in here again!"

At these words, Wu Yanli, Seventh Uncle, Yuan Lang, and the others all shuddered. Mr. Han Sr., who had been stone-faced until now, and Han Yiming both had their expressions change drastically. It was clear Old Man Yuan was ready to flip the table and have Yuan Xiangjun and her faction struck from the family registry, expelling them from the Yuan family forever.

"You—you dare?!" Yuan Xiangjun stammered, taking a step back in shock and anger.

Seeing Yuan Tao return in silence, holding a thick, yellowed family registry, her pupils contracted, and she ground her teeth in fury.

"Heh, what don’t I dare do? My only regret is raising a pack of animals!" Mr. Yuan Sr. took the registry, flipped it open, found the names of Yuan Xiangjun and the others, and viciously struck them out with a red pen for all to see.

"Yuan Tianguang! You old animal, you—may you die a miserable death!"

At the sight, Yuan Xiangjun trembled all over, her eyes burning with immense resentment. Wu Yanli began to jump up and down, screaming curses. Meanwhile, Yuan Lang and Seventh Uncle looked on with faces as ghastly as if they had swallowed dead flies, their eyes pleadingly fixed on Mr. Han Sr. Being struck from the registry meant they were no longer members of the Yuan family. In other words, the Yuan family’s hundred-billion-dollar fortune now had absolutely nothing to do with them!

"Old Yuan, isn’t this going too far? Are you showing me no respect at all?" Mr. Han Sr.’s face darkened as he spoke coldly. "I am Han Tianba, the Money King, and I am not to be trifled with. You had better think this through."

Yuan Tao took the registry and slammed it shut with a loud SMACK. "This is a Yuan family matter," he said through gritted teeth, facing Mr. Han Sr. "Even though our families are related by marriage, you are overstepping!"

Right now, neither Yuan Youwei nor Lin Fan had returned. The rest of the Yuan family was so intimidated by Mr. Han Sr.’s presence that they didn’t dare make a peep. If he didn’t stand up now, Mr. Yuan Sr. would truly be all alone.

"Hahaha, a worthless creature like you dares to question me?" Mr. Han Sr. cackled, planting his hands on his hips and leaning forward. "So what if I insist on meddling today? I’m taking charge of this matter, even if the King of Heaven himself were here to stop me!"

The brutish, gangster-like aura of his youth flared to life. After all, the old man was no pushover; he had clawed his way up through bloody street brawls. After gradually gaining power, he built his empire through ruthless plunder, amassing the Han family’s current multi-hundred-billion-dollar fortune in the provincial capital.

"Yuan Tianguang, I tried to be reasonable with you, but you refused to listen, didn’t you? Hmph, have you forgotten my fearsome reputation from years past? Let me be frank. I came here today with more than enough men. Go and ask around! The Black Wind Hall my Han family supports in the provincial capital is not an organization you can afford to provoke!"

BOOM!

His words sent a shockwave through the crowd.

Black Wind Hall!

It was a massive underground power whose influence extended across the Southwest provinces. It was rumored to have over one hundred thousand members spread throughout the region. A single order from its leader could bathe an entire city in blood overnight! Even Lord Hu, the former underground emperor of Haicheng, had started as nothing more than a minor branch leader for Black Wind Hall. Even after he grew powerful enough to establish his own faction, he was nothing compared to the true Black Wind Hall in the provincial capital.

"No, this can’t be! Our Yuan family is going to be wiped out!"

"No wonder the Han family became the richest in the provincial capital. They have a behemoth like Black Wind Hall acting as their enforcers!"

"It’s over! Mr. Yuan Sr. has completely offended Mr. Han Sr.! We’re all doomed!"

At a wave of Mr. Han Sr.’s hand, the sound of dense, rapid footsteps echoed from across the manor. Several hundred men in black suits with shaved heads charged forward. Their jackets were open, revealing wheat-colored, muscular chests. The dark mass of bodies surged toward them like a black cloud threatening to consume the city.

The Yuan family members behind Mr. Yuan Sr. all stumbled back in fear, completely at a loss. The more timid women of the family were so frightened they started to cry out loud.

"Mr. Yuan Sr., we... we can’t possibly hold them off!"

The Yuan family’s security guards rushed over, forming a protective circle around the old patriarch. However, their faces were etched with tension and dread. Their palms were so sweaty that the rubber batons they clutched kept slipping. The security captain’s Adam’s apple bobbed frantically as he shot desperate looks at Mr. Yuan Sr. Their opponents had come prepared, clearly ready for an unbridled slaughter. If they couldn’t de-escalate, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Mr. Yuan Sr., you must control yourself! We have to stall for time until Miss Youwei and Young Master Fan get back!" the captain whispered urgently, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

In this situation, our only chance to turn things around is if Young Master Fan makes a move!

Recalling Lin Fan’s various incredible feats, the security captain took a deep breath, his gaze turning desperately toward the manor’s entrance in fervent anticipation.