C10 Night into the Casino

The night air was cold and crisp, the leaves swirling past in the breeze. Yang Min's frown deepened as she confronted Bi Wenfeng, "Spouting such nonsense—are you afraid someone might overhear? Are you still hung up on that woman?"

"No, Min Min, you've got it all wrong, I was just..."

"He was just saying he wouldn't have the guts to lay a finger on me here," Ye Fann interjected calmly.

Bi Wenfeng's expression turned stormy as he glared at Ye Fann, his teeth clenched. "You think you've got the nerve? You're nothing but a—"

His words were cut short. Suddenly, Bi Wenfeng was airborne, hurtling into the hall and crashing down in front of the Huang family, bloodied and dazed, unable to even stand.

Ye Fann and Huang Shihao helped Wang Ying away, while Yang Min's gaze lingered on Ye Fann's retreating figure, her eyes filled with curiosity. Could this man truly be on par with the family head?

Once outside the grand gates of the Huang estate, Huang Shihao's voice, tinged with complexity, pierced the silence, "Ye Fann, you've certainly kept your talents well hidden. It's no wonder the head of the family has arranged for Xinying to marry you."

Ye Fann responded with modesty, "I wouldn't say I've hidden anything. I just have a bit of knowledge in certain areas."

Huang Shihao glanced at him and chuckled, leaving his thoughts unspoken.

In the dead of night, as Ye Fann and Huang Shihao ushered Wang Ying inside, Huang Yong approached with the divorce papers in hand. "My sister's signed it already. Sign it and leave, and don't you dare set foot here again."

Ye Fann glanced at the document, noting Huang Xinying's signature.

But Huang Xinying was nowhere to be found—not in the room, not even at home. Despite searching, Ye Fann couldn't find her.

"Where's your sister?" he asked.

Huang Yong's sneer was cold. "That's my sister you're talking about. She's nothing to you now. Sign the papers and get out. Can't you understand plain English?"

Huang Shihao, meanwhile, had escorted Wang Ying inside, indifferent to the unfolding drama. He trusted that Ye Fann would sort everything out on his own.

Had he known that Ye Fann was a dark horse, he wouldn't have wasted so much time worrying.

The tension in the living room was palpable as Ye Fann closed in on Huang Yong, who, in a panic, grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table. "What the hell do you want? Get it straight—this is my house. What gives you the right to come in here and cause trouble?"

Ye Fann remained unflustered, his voice even. "I just want to know, where's your sister?"

"What's it to you? Who the hell do you think you are..."

In a flash, Ye Fann's hand was around Huang Yong's throat, his tone turning icy. "Where is she?"

Huang Yong, a mix of fear and rage, swung the ashtray at Ye Fann's head.

But Ye Fann was quicker, snatching the ashtray and smashing it against the wall, just missing Huang Yong's head. The sound echoed sharply.

"Ahh!" Huang Yong's scream was tinged with terror, his face ashen.

"Where is your sister?" Ye Fann demanded, his growl fierce.

"Scar... Brother Scar took her," Huang Yong stammered.

Brother Scar? The man with the scar?

Fury consumed Ye Fann, his fist flying towards Huang Yong's forehead. He stopped just short, roaring, "That's your sister, and you just stood by as she was taken?"

"They outnumbered me. What could I do?" Huang Yong's roar was a cry.

Ye Fann clenched his jaw, struggling to contain his anger. But he couldn't. His fist connected with Huang Yong's stomach.

Huang Yong coughed up blood and crumpled to the floor.

Ye Fann's foot pressed down on Huang Yong's face as he pointed towards the room, his voice thunderous. "Your mother's hurt, unconscious, and you didn't bother to check on her—you just rushed to get rid of me."

"Your sister dotes on you like you're her own child, and you've sold her out twice to cover your gambling debts!"

"Huang Yong, you're no man. You don't even deserve to be called human!"

"This is your final warning, and I'm only giving it to you because of Xinying. If there's a next time, I'll start by taking your hands and feet, and you'll beg for death the rest of your days!"

With a roar, Ye Fann's fist slammed into the floor beside Huang Yong's head.

Blood splattered, staining the floor crimson as it caved in, leaving a pit the size of a fist.

In the next instant, Ye Fann rose to his feet and stormed out, the recent exchange with the restaurant waiter echoing in his head.

"Where's his casino?"

"The casino? It's underground at Global Square."

Hailing a car at the roadside, Ye Fann headed straight for Global Square.

Descending into the underground, he stepped into the casino, the stale, smoky air hitting him in the face.

"Excuse me, sir, but we cannot admit anyone who is not properly dressed. Please..." The doorman attempted to block Ye Fann's entry.

Without hesitation, Ye Fann seized the doorman by the throat, hoisting him into the air. He marched into the casino and flung the doorman onto the nearest gambling table.

Screams erupted as chaos ensued.

"Manager, show yourself now!" Ye Fann bellowed, his voice thundering over the cacophony of the casino, silencing the room with its deafening authority.

Suddenly, the bustling casino fell eerily silent.

The silence was soon filled with hushed whispers.

"Who is this guy? He's got such a commanding presence."

"Who knows? Looks like he's here to stir up trouble."

"Seriously? Someone's actually got the guts to make trouble here?"

"Trouble? More like a death wish."

As the murmurs spread, the casino manager parted the crowd and approached, flanked by a swarm of casino enforcers.

In moments, they had Ye Fann completely encircled.

"I'm looking for a man with a scar on his face; he works here. Bring him out," Ye Fann demanded, cutting to the chase.

The manager scoffed, giving Ye Fann a look that suggested he was an idiot, and without a word, signaled his men to move in.

But before the group could make their move, Ye Fann's knife was already pressed against the manager's throat.

The blade was sharp, and a thin line of blood appeared instantly.

"You... you..." The manager stammered, terror-stricken as if his soul was about to flee.

"Call out Scarface. I'm counting to three. One. Two. Three..."

"Get Dao Ba here, now!" Before Ye Fann could utter another syllable, the manager's sudden bellow erupted, his voice crazed as he yelled at his underlings.

Ten minutes later, Dao Ba arrived, Huang Xinying in tow.

Her hair was disheveled, her clothes in disarray, and her eyes streaked with tears. Her vulnerability tugged painfully at Ye Fann's heartstrings.

"Ye Fann, I suggest you wise up," Dao Ba threatened, his eyes menacing as he held a dagger to Huang Xinying's neckline. "Or else, you'll be forced to watch helplessly as I play with your woman until her last breath."

The words struck a familiar chord in Ye Fann, as did the scene unfolding before him.

He had made such mistakes in the past, but Ye Fann was determined not to repeat them.

Never again!

The manager let out a harrowing scream.

In a swift motion, Ye Fann plunged his knife into the manager's thigh, his aura icy and his murderous intent palpable. "Lay a finger on her, and I swear, not a soul in your household will be spared!"

Ye Fann, you..." Dao Ba was taken aback, his anger mixed with shock.

He hadn't anticipated Ye Fann's direct assault.

And he certainly hadn't expected what came next.

The manager's scream pierced the air once more.

Ye Fann's knife found the manager's other thigh as he spoke with chilling precision, "For every extra word I utter, I'll make another cut. If he dies, I'll move on to the next. Harm her, and you'll face the consequences."

The crowd around them stood in stunned silence.