C10 Night Intoxication Casino

The night was chilly, with a cool breeze rustling through the air. Dry leaves fluttered past as Yang Min furrowed her brow and snapped at Bi Wenfeng, "What nonsense are you spouting? Are you still hung up on that little troublemaker?"

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

"He just said, even if you gave me ten chances, I wouldn't dare hit him here," Ye Fann interjected calmly.

Bi Wenfeng's face darkened as he turned to glare at Ye Fann, gritting his teeth, "Do you dare, you worthless..."

His voice cut off abruptly as he was suddenly sent flying, crashing into the hall with a thud, landing in front of the Huang family. Bloodied and dazed, he couldn't even stand.

Ye Fann and Huang Shihao helped Wang Ying as they walked away, while Yang Min watched Ye Fann's retreating figure with a mix of emotions. Was this man really on par with the head of the family?

Once they were outside the Huang residence, on the way home, Huang Shihao broke the silence with a complex tone, "Ye Fann, you really are full of surprises. No wonder the family head insisted on you marrying Xinying."

Ye Fann shook his head modestly, "I'm not that impressive, just know a little about some things."

Huang Shihao glanced at him and smiled, saying nothing more.

Late at night, as Ye Fann and Huang Shihao helped Wang Ying into the house, Huang Yong immediately approached, thrusting a divorce agreement in front of Ye Fann. "My sister's already signed it. You better sign and get out. Don't even think about stepping foot here again."

Ye Fann glanced at the divorce papers and saw that Xinying's signature was indeed there. But Xinying wasn't in the room, or even at home. Ye Fann had searched everywhere but couldn't find her.

"Where's your sister?" he asked.

Huang Yong sneered, "Come on, she's my sister. You have nothing to do with her anymore. You've signed the papers, so get out. Do you understand plain English?"

Huang Shihao helped Wang Ying into the house, staying silent and uninvolved. He knew and trusted that Ye Fann would handle things himself. Had he known earlier that Ye Fann was so capable, he wouldn't have worried so much before.

The atmosphere in the living room was tense as Ye Fann steadily approached Huang Yong. Nervously, Huang Yong grabbed an ashtray from the coffee table. "What do you want? Who do you think you are, causing trouble in my house?"

Ye Fann's expression remained calm, his tone equally composed. "I just want to know, where is your sister?"

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

Suddenly, Ye Fann grabbed Huang Yong by the throat, his voice turning icy. "Where is your sister?"

Furious and shocked, Huang Yong swung the ashtray, aiming for Ye Fann's head. But Ye Fann was quick, snatching it away and smashing it against the wall beside Huang Yong's head with a loud bang.

“Ah—” Huang Yong screamed in terror, his face turning ashen.

“Where's your sister?” Ye Fann growled.

“Scar... Scar took her away.”

Scar? The guy with the scar?

Ye Fann was furious, clenching his fist and almost striking Huang Yong's forehead, but he stopped just in time, shouting, “That's your sister, damn it! You just stood there and watched them take her?”

“There were too many of them! What could I do?” Huang Yong shouted back, his voice breaking into sobs.

Ye Fann gritted his teeth for a couple of seconds before finally losing his temper and punching Huang Yong in the stomach.

Huang Yong doubled over, spitting blood onto the floor.

Ye Fann stepped forward, pressing his foot onto Huang Yong's face, and pointed towards the room, shouting, “Your mom's injured and unconscious, and you didn't even bother to ask about her. All you care about is getting rid of me.”

“Your sister treats you like a son, and you sold her out twice to pay off your gambling debts!”

“Huang Yong, you're not a man. You're not even fit to be called a human being!”

“This is the last time. For Xinying's sake, I'm giving you one last chance. Listen carefully: if you ever do this again, I'll break both your hands and chop off your feet, making sure you live a life worse than death!”

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

Blood stained the floor, forming a fist-sized dent.

The next moment, Ye Fann stood up and stormed out, recalling his earlier conversation with the restaurant server.

“Where’s the casino?”

“Casino? It’s, uh, in the basement of Global Plaza.”

Ye Fann flagged down a cab and headed straight for Global Plaza.

As soon as he stepped into the basement and entered the casino, he was hit by a cloud of smoke and chaos.

“Sorry, sir, we can’t let you in dressed like that. Please...” A bouncer at the entrance tried to stop Ye Fann.

Ye Fann grabbed the bouncer by the throat, lifted him effortlessly, and strode into the casino, tossing the bouncer onto the nearest gaming table.

Screams erupted, and chaos ensued.

“Get the manager out here—now!” Ye Fann’s voice boomed like thunder, silencing the cacophony of the casino and commanding attention.

In an instant, the bustling casino fell into a dead silence.

Moments later, the eerie quiet was broken by hushed whispers.

“Who is this guy? What a presence!”

“No idea, maybe he’s here to cause trouble?”

“Wow, someone actually dares to stir things up here?”

“Stir things up? More like a death wish.”

Amidst the murmurs, the casino manager pushed through the crowd, flanked by a large group of security guards.

In no time, dozens of people surrounded Ye Fann.

"I'm looking for a man with a scar on his face. He works here. Bring him out," Ye Fann said, getting straight to the point.

The manager sneered, staring at Ye Fann as if he were a fool, saying nothing. After a moment, he signaled his men to take action.

But before they could move, Ye Fann had already pressed a knife to the manager's throat. The blade was sharp, leaving a thin line of blood on the manager's neck.

"You... you..." The manager was instantly terrified, his courage evaporating.

"Bring out the man with the scar. I'll count to three. One, two, three..."

"Get the man with the scar! Hurry up and get him over here!" the manager shouted frantically at his men before Ye Fann could finish counting.

Ten minutes later, the man with the scar appeared, and he wasn't alone—he had Xinying with him. Her hair was disheveled, clothes in disarray, and her face streaked with tears, making Ye Fann's heart ache.

"Ye Fann, I suggest you back off," the man with the scar threatened, pressing a knife to Xinying's collar. "Otherwise, you'll just have to watch as I destroy her right in front of you!"

The words struck a familiar chord with Ye Fann. The scene before him was eerily reminiscent of something he'd seen before.

Once upon a time, Ye Fann made mistakes like that, but never again. Never!

"Ah—" The manager suddenly screamed in agony.

Ye Fann swiftly plunged a knife into the manager's thigh, his entire demeanor icy and intimidating. "If you so much as lay a finger on her, I guarantee none of your family will survive!"

"Ye Fann, you..." Scarface was both shocked and furious, utterly taken aback by Ye Fann's direct action.

But what happened next was even more unexpected.

"Ah—" The manager screamed once more.

Ye Fann stabbed the other thigh, his voice as cold as ice, enunciating each word: "For every word you utter, I'll cut him again. If he dies, I'll move on to the next. Touch her, and you'll face the consequences."

All around, everyone was stunned into silence.