Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 158, fight to the death!
"Hahaha! What an overconfident mutt!"
Mr. Han Sr. was momentarily stunned before he burst into hearty laughter, slapping his thigh. It must be said, Lin Fan, you really have some nerve, don’t you? To say you’re going to annihilate the Han family and seize assets worth hundreds of billions right in front of me, the Han Family Head? Hmph, utterly foolish and laughable, pitifully stupid!
"Kid, if it weren’t for a certain big shot in the Imperial Capital wanting to deal with you and the Yuan family, I might actually admire a guy with your wolfish ambition." Moments later, Mr. Han Sr. wiped away tears of laughter, his old face suddenly turning stern. "Unfortunately for you, you’re all out of chances."
"Oh? This ’big shot’ you’re talking about... it wouldn’t happen to be her, would it?"
However, before Lin Fan could respond, Yuan Youwei exchanged a knowing, smiling glance with Mrs. Xue before they both turned their gaze to Wang Meng.
THUMP!
The latter immediately understood. Strutting with the swagger of a dragon and the stride of a tiger, he walked over to the Bentley and unceremoniously tossed a figure onto the ground in the space between the two groups.
"This, this... HISS! How dare you! How could you do this?!"
On the ground lay a thin-faced woman, missing her right arm and with both knees a mess of mangled flesh. She was still unconscious, looking utterly disheveled, like a broken rag doll. Mr. Han Sr.’s eyes widened as he stumbled back a step in horror. Han Yiming, Yuan Lang, and the others shuddered, sucking in sharp breaths of cold air.
"Lin Fan, Yuan Youwei, you’re dead! You’re both going to die without a grave!" Yuan Xiangjun’s pupils contracted violently, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. That person on the ground is from the Ying family of the Imperial Capital! Never mind injuring her this badly, even if a single hair on her head were harmed, the consequences would be catastrophic!
"Are you enjoying the surprise?" Lin Fan’s lips curled into a mocking sneer as he stepped forward amidst Yuan Xiangjun’s hysterical screams.
BANG!
With a casual kick, he sent Ah Lu’s body flying through the air to land heavily at the feet of Yuan Xiangjun and her group, as if he were kicking aside a bag of trash.
"Ahhh... AAAAAH!!" Yuan Xiangjun screamed, clutching her head as she stumbled backward. But then she scrambled back, desperately cradling Ah Lu’s battered body in her arms, as if Lin Fan’s kick had struck her own heart.
"Miss Ah Lu, wake up! Please don’t die!"
"Miss Ah Lu, if you die, our Han family is finished!"
WHOOSH!
Mr. Han Sr.’s face paled drastically. He, along with a panicked Han Yiming, Yuan Lang, and their men, swarmed around Ah Lu. They pinched her pressure points and shook her desperately, trying to wake her up.
"...Who is she?"
The Yuan family members and Ming Xiang’s group were all dumbfounded. But seeing Mr. Han Sr. and his people so panicked and distressed gave them a strange sense of satisfaction, as if a great weight had been lifted. A flash of bewildered surprise crossed Mr. Yuan Sr.’s eyes. He couldn’t help but look at Yuan Youwei and ask in a low voice, and the others all turned their attention toward her as well.
"Her name is Ah Lu, one of the four main henchmen under Shen Yueli, the Ying Family’s Patriarch’s Wife from the Imperial Capital. She’s ranked second among them," Lin Fan explained with a detached expression. "Her master ordered her to arrange the ambush in the underground parking lot and to incite the Han family to move against the Yuan family."
What? The mastermind behind tonight’s events was the wife of the head of the Ying family, the top family in the Imperial Capital?
BOOM!
Mr. Yuan Sr.’s throat bobbed, and his face twitched violently. The rest of the crowd erupted into a tumultuous uproar. Amidst sharp gasps of disbelief, every gaze that fell upon Lin Fan was filled with utter shock. He knew her identity was prestigious and that she was not to be trifled with, yet not only had he escaped her deadly plot, but he had also beaten her to within an inch of her life! He’s ruthless. Absolutely ruthless!
"How dare you! You knew who she was and you still did this! You’re asking for death!" In the next moment, Yuan Xiangjun glared at Lin Fan, her eyes red, swollen, and shot with blood as tears of anguish streamed down her face. She looked more grief-stricken than if her own mother had died.
"Lin Fan! I was going to leave you a path to survival, but now it seems you must pay for what you’ve done to Miss Ah Lu with your blood!" Han Tianba’s eye twitched as he stood up, pointing at Lin Fan and roaring. There was no turning back from tonight’s events. If they didn’t make a huge scene and give the Ying family an explanation, the Han family would be the ones to suffer the aftermath.
"A path to survival? If anyone’s granting mercy, it should be me to you! Forget her, even if her master herself were here, I wouldn’t show a shred of compassion!" Lin Fan shook his head, finding the situation laughable. Even now, the Han family remained stubbornly delusional. Do they really think the Ying family will still back them? Unfortunately, given Shen Yueli’s nature, once her subordinates screw up, pawns like the Han family will be abandoned as cannon fodder.
"Grandfather, stop wasting your breath! Let’s just do it! We have to get justice for Miss Ah Lu!" Han Yiming could no longer contain himself, his face contorted in a ferocious snarl as he shouted. He had seen Ah Lu’s arrival as the greatest opportunity of his life, and he’d been ready to worship her like a living ancestor. Now, that living ancestor had been beaten so badly by Lin Fan that her own mother wouldn’t recognize her. The pain was worse than if he had been beaten himself.
"Fine! Tonight, I’ll see for myself who’s tougher: you local snakes of Haicheng, or my experts from the provincial capital’s Black Wind Hall!" Mr. Han Sr.’s brow pulsed, his gaze finally hardening as he nodded fiercely. "Bring out the real hardware! Give them hell! Don’t worry, someone else will handle the consequences!"
CLICK, CLACK!
At his command, the more than five hundred elites of Black Wind Hall instantly dropped their daggers and baseball bats. In a fluid motion, they all drew pistols from the smalls of their backs. In an instant, a dense formation of black muzzles aimed squarely at Lin Fan’s group.
"Damn it! Are you all insane?!"
"The last guy who dared to use guns so openly was Chen Heihu, and he’s long dead and buried!"
The Yuan family members’ faces filled with panic as they backed away. Ming Xiang and the other underground bosses’ expressions turned grim as they cursed loudly. These invading dragons from the provincial capital truly had no sense of honor. Realizing they were outnumbered and fearing they couldn’t win, they dropped the pretense and decided to use weapons to silence their opponents.
"Hahaha! A piece of trash like Chen Heihu is nothing! Tonight, I’ll kill every last one of you!" Mr. Han Sr.’s confidence surged, and he laughed maniacally, his eyes filled with arrogance.
"So you like to play with guns, do you? Good. So do I."
Just then, the expressionless Lin Fan suddenly flicked his wrist. Between his fingers now rested countless slender, glimmering silver needles. Instantly, an overwhelming, invisible pressure radiated out from Lin Fan, engulfing the entire area. Everyone felt a primal fear creep into their hearts. A heavy stone seemed to press down on their chests, making it difficult to breathe. It was as if a terrifying primordial beast had awakened and fixed its chilling stare upon them.
"Fire! Fire now!" Mr. Han Sr.’s smile froze, replaced by a flicker of panic and unease. Not daring to be careless, he swung his hand down fiercely.
But he was a step too late.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
In that instant, before the Black Wind Hall elites could pull their triggers, the sky filled with a torrent of silver light that surged down like a waterfall.
It was, unmistakably, a veritable rain of death.
