Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 157, matters of the jianghu, are resolved by the jianghu!
"Young Master Fan’s Divine Blade Sect is here to aid the Yuan family!"
"Young Master Fan’s Bright Moon Villa is here to aid the Yuan family!"
"Young Master Fan’s Bamboo Union, Eight Treasures Pavilion, Sky Blast Gang..."
A fleet of black vans, like a dark flood, instantly surrounded Mr. Han Sr. and his men. From them, one Haicheng underground leader after another slammed their doors open and jumped out, chests puffed out as they roared.
"Fuck! Have you all lost your damn minds?" Mr. Han Sr.’s expression turned ugly as he couldn’t help but curse. "We came here specifically to deal with the Yuan family! What the hell does this have to do with you local thugs?"
He watched as burly men poured out of the vans. A dark, oppressive mass had formed, numbering at least a thousand! The smiles on Yuan Xiangjun and Han Yiming’s faces froze, their expressions turning nasty. Standing before the coffin, Yuan Lang and his group exchanged anxious, uneasy glances.
"Who says this has nothing to do with us?" Ming Xiang, the leader of Bright Moon Villa, swaggered forward. "The God of Killing, Young Master Fan, is our acknowledged leader, which makes Miss Yuan our sister-in-law!"
He suppressed the thrill bubbling up inside him and shot a sidelong glance at the fuming Mr. Han Sr.
Damn, this feels fucking incredible! If it weren’t for the God of Killing, Young Master Fan, holding down the fort, when would I ever get the chance—or the guts—to point at the Money King Han Tianba’s nose and curse him out?
"Jianghu business is settled the Jianghu way! Surnamed Han, if you dare to move against our sister-in-law’s family today, you’ve come to Haicheng to die!"
What? When the hell did Lin Fan subdue all the major underworld forces in Haicheng? Fucking hell, the intel was completely wrong! This is going to get us all killed!
"Have you all gone mad?" Yuan Xiangjun blurted out, momentarily stunned. "Who the hell is Lin Fan to deserve your loyalty?"
Her eyes widened as she watched Yuan Youwei cling tightly to Lin Fan’s arm, surrounded and adored like a star. A wave of shock and jealousy washed over her, and she couldn’t help but shriek, "Are you all stupid? Lin Fan just fleeced every one of you, forcing your families to pay ten million in condolence money!"
Seventh Uncle couldn’t resist chiming in, loudly reminding them of that fact.
"Young Master Fan, oh, that’s right! With our terrible memories, we almost forgot about that important business!"
However, as soon as his words fell, the underworld leaders all smacked their foreheads and spun around to roar at their subordinates.
"Anyone who didn’t pay their respects to the Boss’s late mother last time, get your asses to her grave tomorrow to offer incense and kneel! And you’d better bring that condolence money with you!"
"Thanks for the reminder, old geezer!"
"We’re happy to pay condolence money to the Boss! It’s a goddamn honor!"
Turning back, Ming Xiang and the others shot sarcastic looks at Seventh Uncle.
What the fuck? What is going on? They were obviously forced to pay, so why are they acting so proud of it now? Even if you want to suck up to Lin Fan, isn’t this taking it a bit too far?
"Idiots! A bunch of idiots!" Seventh Uncle’s face alternated between pale and ashen. He was so choked with anger he almost spat blood, and he started cursing furiously.
Yuan Xiangjun flushed red with embarrassment, grinding her teeth so hard they audibly clicked. Mr. Han Sr., however, was filled with suspicion and uncertainty, his expression growing terrifyingly dark.
Ah Lu failed. He actually let Lin Fan and his people return alive. Worse still, the enemy has overwhelming numbers; our side doesn’t stand a chance of gaining any advantage! The tables have turned in an instant. If this stalemate continues, we’ll be the ones to lose!
Just then, Lin Fan led his entourage to Mr. Yuan Sr.’s side. He gave the old man, whose worried brow had finally relaxed, a reassuring look, then turned to glance at Yuan Xiangjun and Seventh Uncle.
"I happened to subdue them on the way here," Lin Fan said, addressing their shock. "What, are you not convinced?"
He then turned his attention away from them. With an impassive expression, his gaze slowly swept over Mr. Han Sr. and his men.
"All of you, commit suicide to atone. I’d rather not act myself, lest I splash blood everywhere and dirty the Yuan family’s land."
What? Did he just tell us to commit suicide to atone? The arrogance! The insolence! The absolute contempt!
"Old Hall Master, we’re all battle-hardened! We’re not afraid of these small fry from Haicheng!"
"That’s right, let’s just do this! I want to see which is harder, their heads or my fists!"
The elites from Black Wind Hall were all beside themselves with rage, howling furiously. The leading captains, in particular, had eyes blazing with fury, their breathing heavy as they seemed on the verge of exploding.
Mr. Han Sr. hesitated, still not daring to give the order to attack. "Gentlemen, the Han family has no desire to make enemies of you. How about this: whatever Lin Fan promised you, I, the Money King Han Tianba, will triple it!"
Of course, he didn’t believe a word of Lin Fan’s nonsense.
Subdue the entire Haicheng underworld by chance on the way here? Hmph, who does he think he’s fooling? He definitely bought them off with cash!
With this in mind, he held up three fingers toward Ming Xiang and the others.
"You should all know that I, Han Tianba, am the wealthiest man in the Southwest provinces! When it comes to financial power, Lin Fan isn’t even a fart in the wind compared to me!"
As he spoke, Yuan Xiangjun and Han Yiming exchanged glances, their faces filled with arrogant pride. Yuan Lang and the others nodded vigorously in agreement.
"You hear that?" one of the Black Wind Hall captains sneered. "Our Old Hall Master is incredibly wealthy! A small reward from him would be enough for trash like you to live on for half a lifetime!"
"Now get lost! Take the money and scram!" another chimed in mockingly.
"Are you mistaken about something?"
The next moment, before Ming Xiang and his men could start cursing, Lin Fan raised a hand to silence them and shook his head at Mr. Han Sr.
"Hmph, am I mistaken? If you’ve got the guts, why don’t you show off your wealth!" Mr. Han Sr. laughed with immense arrogance, tilting his head back without even deigning to look at Lin Fan.
"You’re the foolish one." Lin Fan raised a single finger, wagging it gently. "So what if your Han family has immense wealth? After I destroy the Han family tonight, won’t it all be mine?"
His indifferent voice wasn’t loud, but it struck the ears of everyone present like a thunderclap on a clear day.
What a joke! It’s impressive enough that he brought people to save the Yuan family from this crisis. But to entertain the delusion of turning around and destroying the Han family from the provincial capital? This is madness! Utter, complete madness!
The Yuan family members were all dumbfounded, looking at each other in utter shock.
Meanwhile, Yuan Xiangjun and Han Yiming just scoffed in disdain. The elites of the Black Wind Hall erupted into uproarious laughter, many of them laughing so hard they cried, doubling over.
"This Lin Fan is such an idiot, spouting such nonsense," Wu Yanli said, shaking her head in contempt from her spot before the coffin. She was completely oblivious to the fact that beside her, Seventh Uncle and Yuan Lang had turned pale, exchanging terrified glances.
They understood Lin Fan better than the others. While his claims were often outrageous, he had never once gone back on his word.
For some reason, a chill began to creep into their hearts. They secretly regretted being bewitched by Yuan Xiangjun’s instigation and wading into these troubled waters.
If the Han family of the provincial capital is really destroyed by Lin Fan... what kind of unimaginably dire consequences will await our families?
