Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 160, He is the boss of bosses!
"...So, you’ll let the Han family bring their men to wipe out the Yuan family, but you won’t let me touch the Han family?" Lin Fan was so furious that he couldn’t help but laugh as he shot back a cold retort.
Truly, this is the handiwork of the Ying Family’s Patriarch’s Wife from the Imperial Capital. A single word from her is enough to inspire such infuriating double standards. This is the logic of thieves!
"Yes, that’s right! Who the hell do you think you are, to be compared with the Money King, Mr. Wang Sr.?" Even though he was somewhat afraid of Lin Fan’s terrifying skill, Commander Jiang still mustered his courage and scoffed.
"Hahaha! Lin Fan, you heard that, didn’t you? Do you really think you can resist?" Seeing this, Mr. Han Sr. gradually calmed down and began to laugh arrogantly, a wild grin spreading across his face. "Boy, let me tell you, you have no idea what kind of behemoth you’re facing!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
By his side, Yuan Xiangjun, Han Yiming, and the others also sneered, clearly having regained much of their confidence.
"Play! Keep playing for me!" Turning his head, Mr. Han Sr. imitated Lin Fan’s earlier tone and yelled at the hesitating mourning band. "The band was hired to see the Yuan family off. It’s no big deal to add Lin Fan to the list!"
"Okay, okay..." The musicians looked at each other, completely bewildered. All we do is play our instruments. Who cares who the funeral dirge is for?
At once, the mournful music rose again, making the atmosphere at the scene increasingly eerie and grim.
"Lin Fan, this commander advises you to get on the ground with your hands on your head immediately and accept the punishment prescribed by law!" Commander Jiang pointed at Lin Fan, a sneer on his face. "If you dare to resist, don’t blame me for ordering your execution on the spot!"
"Lin Fan, did you hear me? Get on the ground with your hands on your head!" Han Yiming commanded arrogantly.
"Hehe, so even you have a day like this, Lin Fan. You finally understand that an arm can’t out-twist a thigh, huh?" Yuan Xiangjun jeered, her eyes brimming with the pride of a complete victory.
"As the City Defense Army of Haicheng, you’re willing to be lapdogs for the rich, completely disregarding right and wrong?" Amid the mocking and cold stares, Lin Fan’s jaw muscles tensed as he shook his head.
"I’m giving you one last chance. Leave immediately and go reflect on your actions." His gaze swept over the City Defense Army warriors, whose expressions were quite unnatural. His eyes were filled with disgust and ice. "Otherwise, I don’t mind taking action myself to clean out the trash for the Southwestern War Zone!"
BOOM!
His resounding words exploded on the scene like thunder.
Commander Jiang’s face changed, and an inexplicable chill crept into his heart. Behind him, Mr. Han Sr. and the others felt their smiles freeze, and they all shivered involuntarily.
What a joke! Has Lin Fan truly gone mad? To dare to attack the City Defense Army means he’ll never know a day of peace again. He’ll be hunted by the authorities for eternity, forced to live as a fugitive!
"Lin Fan, don’t be rash!" Mr. Yuan Sr.’s eyelids twitched violently as he hurried forward to reason with him.
"Lin Fan, a gentleman’s revenge can wait ten years. There’s no need to be so hasty!" Yuan Youwei was also startled and stepped forward, her lovely eyes filled with worry and tension.
The grandfather and granddaughter exchanged a look, both anxious to the extreme. They knew that with Lin Fan’s explosive temper, which couldn’t tolerate the slightest provocation, he was more than capable of doing something extreme!
"Hahaha, you’re all talk, Lin Fan. Do you dare? Go on, try and lay a single finger on Commander Jiang!" Seeing Lin Fan frowning in silence, seemingly caught in an internal struggle, Mr. Han Sr. laughed again, taunting him loudly on purpose.
"Right, right! If you’re a man, Lin Fan, then make a move!" Yuan Xiangjun added with a sarcastic sneer.
"Hahaha, if he dares to make a move, I’ll write my surname, Han, backward from this day forward!" Han Yiming scoffed, a wide sneer stretching across his face.
The family of three took turns, their taunts growing louder and more frenzied with each remark. They seemed certain that Lin Fan was just bluffing and wouldn’t dare to act rashly. They were completely oblivious to the fact that Commander Jiang, standing right in front of them, looked as if he had swallowed a dead fly and was cursing them under his breath.
Damn it all! So you morons enjoy provoking Lin Fan into attacking me, is that it? The guy wiped out over five hundred gunmen all by himself. The few dozen City Defense Army warriors I brought with me probably can’t stop him! If Lin Fan gets hot-headed and really goes wild, I’m doomed! And do you idiots really think you’ll survive?
"Why wouldn’t I dare?"
A moment later, an expressionless Lin Fan suddenly took a step forward.
CLATTER!
The City Defense Army warriors clutched their weapons, trembled in unison, and took an instinctive step back. Commander Jiang’s pupils contracted violently, and he nearly bolted in terror.
Mr. Han Sr. and the other two were no longer smiling. They exchanged horrified glances and also retreated.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Under a sea of stunned gazes, Lin Fan took three consecutive steps forward without a word. Almost simultaneously, the dark mass of men across from him—Commander Jiang and his soldiers—also retreated three steps.
Holy shit! This guy is way too fierce!
Like a one-man army holding a pass, his aura was as ferocious as a tiger’s.
The Yuan family members were completely stunned. Meanwhile, Ming Xiang and the thousand-plus subordinates around them had their eyes bulging and bodies trembling with excitement! Compared to Brother Lin, the so-called "major scenes" they had experienced in the past were utterly laughable—worse than child’s play!
"Crazy. He’s completely insane!" Mrs. Xue muttered softly, but her bright eyes shone with a strange light. She stared intently at Lin Fan’s tall, straight back without blinking.
"So be it." Mr. Yuan Sr. let out a bitter smile, shaking his head at Yuan Youwei, who looked like she wanted to say something. "The Yuan family has survived this long because of him. He might as well be the one to decide its future."
"Brother Fan is so badass! If I were a woman, I’d be hopelessly charmed!" Yuan Tao, who had been holding it in for a long time, finally couldn’t help but shout.
"Hmph, even if you were a woman, it probably wouldn’t be your turn," Wang Meng grinned, swaggering out of the crowd to stand firmly behind Lin Fan. "If we’re really fighting these scumbags, count me in!"
"Stop! Stop right there! Take one more step, and you will be shot on sight!" Sensing the gazes from the crowd had changed to contempt, disdain, and disgust, with many people scoffing and shaking their heads, Commander Jiang felt his face burn as if he’d been repeatedly slapped. He knew he couldn’t back down any further. Otherwise, he, the esteemed Commander of the Haicheng City Defense Army, would become the laughingstock of the entire city.
"Is that so? Then let’s see what’s faster—your bullets or my silver needles?" A mocking sneer touched Lin Fan’s lips as he slowly raised his hand, revealing the gleaming silver needles held between his fingers for all to see.
"You, you...!" Commander Jiang was so choked with rage his face turned beet red, and he nearly coughed up blood. Now, riding a tiger he couldn’t dismount, he was truly stuck between a rock and a hard place.
He silently cursed himself for bringing his men here so early. Wouldn’t it have been wonderful if he had just waited until Lin Fan and the Han family had crippled each other?
"Stuttering won’t help you. Harm a single hair on my Young Master’s head, and I’ll have your entire City Defense Army buried with him!"
The next moment, a familiar, icy cry came from behind him. Commander Jiang felt an inexplicable chill and stiffly turned his head to look.
Holy shit, why is it her? Ye Ying, one of the ten deadliest assassins on Xia Country’s killer list!
"Miss Ye Ying... Lin Fan... is he... is he your Young Master?" Commander Jiang’s expression shifted rapidly before settling into a smile that looked worse than a sob. He scurried forward, bowing and scraping before Wu Miaomiao as she strode toward him, all of his previous arrogance gone.
He had no choice. This seemingly young and enchanting woman had once, in full public view, assassinated the Northern Mining King while he was surrounded by layers of elite bodyguards.
