Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 28, Chen Biao again?

"Do you recognize me?"

Seeing this, Lin Fan’s eyes turned icy as he pointed toward the manager in the corner.

"Then why deliberately make things difficult for me, time and time again?"

"Uh, this... this must just be a misunderstanding..." Brother Zhilong forced a smile that looked worse than crying. Damn it, who in Haicheng’s underworld doesn’t know of a fearsome man like Lin Fan? Even Brother Dao suffered a major loss at his hands, making Mr. Chen Biao himself extremely wary. After all, the Black Tiger Hall had never been one to swallow insults. They always took revenge, never letting a grudge last overnight! As for the members within the hall, the name Lin Fan was as renowned as thunder. They had even memorized his face, wishing they could run and hide whenever he was near!

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The more Brother Zhilong thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn’t stop himself from grabbing the manager by the back of his collar and slapping him repeatedly across the face.

"Old Liu! Are you fucking blind? Why did you deliberately make things difficult for Mr. Lin?"

He absolutely loathed the man. If they truly enraged this God of Killing, his group of a dozen men wouldn’t even be a mouthful for him!

"No, no, no, it’s a misunderstanding! All a misunderstanding! I... I didn’t know Mr. Lin’s identity before!" the manager, known as Old Liu, wailed, his voice cracking. He was sick with regret. Had I known I was provoking Lin Fan, I wouldn’t have dared to go so far, not even if you gave me ten thousand guts!

"Give me back my things. My patience is limited."

Just then, Lin Fan pulled out his phone to check the time, his gaze having turned completely frigid.

His indifferent voice wasn’t loud, but to the others, it was nothing less than a death knell.

"Hurry up! Give him what he wants! If you want to die, don’t drag us down with you!" Brother Zhilong gripped Old Liu’s neck with both hands, shaking him desperately in his panic. The other subordinates were terrified, huddling together.

"I’ll talk! I’ll talk! The ring isn’t in the pawnshop... The night before last was Mr. Chen Biao’s beloved dog’s birthday celebration, and I took it to give as a gift!" Old Liu was being choked so hard his eyes rolled back, and he was close to suffocating. His fat face turned the color of a pig’s liver as he struggled to explain.

"Chen Biao again... Where is he?" Hearing this, a muscle in Lin Fan’s eye twitched as he asked in a low voice.

"Mr. Lin, why don’t you calm down? I’ll go and ask for you," Brother Zhilong said, releasing Old Liu and forcing an ingratiating smile at Lin Fan. "It’s all really a misunderstanding. There’s no need to make such a big fuss..."

Brother Zhilong’s placating words died in his throat as Lin Fan, without a word, flicked his wrist.

WHOOSH!

The splinter from the unremarkable wooden block shot out like a divine weapon, embedding itself deep in the wall just above Brother Zhilong’s head.

At the sight, the other subordinates’ eyes went wide, and they gasped in horror.

Brother Zhilong himself dropped to his knees with a THUD. "Mr. Chen Biao is on the top floor of the Black Tiger Building!" he frantically blurted out, selling out his boss.

"If I can’t find Chen Biao and get my mother’s relic back..." Lin Fan stuffed the cash into a black plastic bag, picked it up, and turned to leave. He kicked the locked main door.

BOOM!

The two thick, solid wood doors shattered, exploding into a pile of splinters.

"...I won’t mind flattening the Black Tiger Hall today!"

THUD. THUD.

The murderous words still echoed in their ears as the imposing, departing figure finally vanished. Brother Zhilong, his back drenched in cold sweat, and his dozen followers all collapsed weakly to the floor, exchanging terrified glances.

"Old Liu, you really have a death wish!" Brother Zhilong, furious, slapped Old Liu across the face again. Then, he smacked his own forehead and frantically dialed a number. "Quick, quick! Notify Mr. Chen Biao that Lin Fan is coming for him! Tell him to run for his life!"

「Meanwhile, in the Black Tiger Building」

Not far from the pedestrian shopping district, within a massive penthouse that spanned over a thousand square feet, Chen Biao lounged on a leather sofa, dressed in a high-end white suit. A voice spoke from his phone. "Chen Biao, you and your men wait here. I’m going to check on the Yuan family... Hmph, Old Man Yuan obviously croaked, but they have the damn nerve to say it’s someone else’s funeral. Who are they trying to fool?"

"Dad, I’ve already gotten the full story on the Yuan family. Yuan Youwei has made everyone furious. As long as we cause a big enough scene this afternoon, we can force that woman to step down!"

After hanging up, a sinister smile spread across Chen Biao’s handsome face as he turned to look toward a corner of the room. "Su Gang, if your family doesn’t bring the money for your gambling debts soon, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

"Ah... Young Master Chen, please, let me go! I promise I’ll pay you back today! Ah... Stop biting! Stop biting! Aaaahhh!!"

Suspended by his wrists, Su Gang was covered in bloody gashes, screaming relentlessly as a black Doberman gnawed on him from below. His legs were mangled, with white bone faintly visible.

"Mr. Chen Biao, Zhilong just called. He said Lin Fan is on his way!" Just then, Brother Dao’s expression changed. He approached Chen Biao with his phone.

"Lin Fan? I haven’t even gone looking for him, and he’s rushing here to die?" A vicious grin played on Chen Biao’s lips, his eyes glinting. "Well then, I’d like to see which is stronger—his skills or my bullets."

CLICK-CLACK! CLICK-CLACK!

Instantly, the hundred or so Black Tiger Hall elites standing around them drew their pistols and cocked them. The crisp, clean sound echoed through the room. In the corner, Su Gang trembled with fear, wetting his pants.

"Young Master Chen, my sister and Lin Fan have already signed divorce papers! If you’re going to kill him, please don’t involve the Su Family!" he shrieked.

"Whether you’re involved or not isn’t up to you. Lin Fan was your brother-in-law, after all. How can you cut ties so easily?" Chen Biao smirked and glanced toward the door.

"Mr. Chen Biao, people from the Su Family are here. It’s Su Mengqing and the others. They’re downstairs!" There was a knock at the door, and a gorgeous female secretary sashayed in.

"Interesting, very interesting... Imagine Lin Fan’s face when he sees me tormenting his wife in front of a hundred of my men... Hahaha! Bring them up at once!" Chen Biao slapped his knees and roared with laughter.

The hundred men around him exchanged glances, their lips curling into twisted, perverse smiles.

Only Brother Dao felt his scalp tingle. He wanted to say something but didn’t dare try to dissuade his boss. He was the only one there who had personally witnessed Lin Fan’s terrifying power. The memory of those supernatural skills was still enough to send a chill down his spine.

"Young Master Chen, it’s a pleasure to see you again."

A few moments later, Su Mengqing and the other two were led into the room. She smiled charmingly as she approached Chen Biao, but as she started to speak, her eyes fell on Su Gang in the corner, being viciously torn apart by the Doberman.

Instantly, Su Mengqing’s smile froze, and her delicate body trembled.

Zhang Meili and Yang Tingting’s faces drained of color, and they clapped their hands over their mouths in horror.

None of them had ever imagined that the seemingly refined and elegant Chen Biao could be so brutal and psychopathic.