C12 Bi Wenfeng Set up a Trap

Early in the morning, Jin Biao, Chairman of the Golden Cauldron Group, was in a furious rage, practically tearing his office apart. Several top executives stood in a line, too scared to even breathe.

“What am I paying you for? The casino got raided, and you have no idea who did it? Are you kidding me this early in the morning? Are you sleepwalking?”

“Boss, those people were heavily armed. We really…”

“Really what? They had weapons, and you didn’t? A whole night has passed, and you have no leads, not even a clue who they are. I might as well have a dog guarding the place instead of you!”

Jin Biao, seething with anger, was about to hurl an ashtray at someone to make a point when suddenly, the phone rang. It was his father.

“Get out!” Jin Biao barked at the group, composed himself, and answered the call. “Dad.”

“Leave the casino situation alone. These days, there’s only one unregistered armed group in the country—Underworld.”

“Underworld?” Jin Biao was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief. “What is that? Underworld?”

“Listen carefully, I’ll only say this once.”

“Dad, go ahead, I’m listening.”

“Underworld is a global international assassination force. They specialize in eliminating obstacles and solving problems for secret government departments. Their confidentiality and specialty are rated SSS. They have the authority to act first and report later, leaving no survivors in their wake. Remember the Charles family massacre that shocked the world four years ago? Underworld was behind it.”

"What... what?" Jin Biao was stunned, momentarily unable to process what he had just heard.

An exasperated sigh came through the phone. "Just leave it alone. The situation with the Underworld is too complex and vast for us to comprehend. It's just a casino, after all. Forget it."

The call ended, and Jin Biao stood there for a long time, unable to snap out of his daze.

Meanwhile, Old Master Jin was playing chess with Old Master Huang.

"Has the Underworld become just another tool for that person? Is it still the Underworld?" Old Master Jin placed a piece on the board, probing for an answer.

Old Master Huang stroked his beard and shook his head. "Whether it is or isn't, we'll find out soon enough."

Old Master Jin nodded with a smile. "Yes, I don't dare to test it, but someone surely will. I bet that person is already on their way."

...

After leaving the hotel, Ye Fann first dropped Huang Xinying off at her office before heading home, only to find that the door wouldn't open.

He knocked, and from inside came Wang Ying's angry shout: "Get lost! You divorced my daughter, so why are you here? If you're a man, have some self-respect and leave!"

Ye Fann frowned, taking a closer look to realize the lock had been changed.

"Mom, can you at least let me in?"

No response.

Ye Fann chuckled bitterly and waited outside until noon, but no one opened the door.

Wang Ying was determined to kick him out, likely with Huang Yong pulling the strings. After all, if Ye Fann wasn't around, Huang Yong could do whatever he pleased in the house, including selling his sister to pay off his debts without any trouble.

In this world, having a brother like this is truly something, Ye Fann thought with a wry smile. Oh well, better find a place to grab a bite first.

At a small diner, Ye Fann had just sat down when a woman appeared in front of him—Yang Min. At the entrance, a dozen of her bodyguards scared all the other customers away.

Ye Fann frowned and looked up at Yang Min. "Are you here to treat me to lunch, or do you want me to treat you?"

Yang Min gave a quick glance, and her bodyguards immediately instructed the diner owner to prepare one of everything on the menu.

The owner, in a fluster, quickly served all the dishes. Ye Fann remained calm and started eating heartily.

Yang Min watched from across the table, the owner stood bewildered in the kitchen, and the bodyguards kept watch at the door.

Ye Fann enjoyed a surprisingly peaceful lunch.

Once he was full, Ye Fann finally looked over at Yang Min. "If you've got something to say, just say it. Your staring is making me uneasy."

Yang Min leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice. "I heard the Cold Royal Seal from the Qin Dynasty is in your possession."

Ye Fann paused, frowning as he replied, "That's a national treasure. What do you want with it?"

"National treasure? A treasure with a virus? You haven't completely rid yourself of it yet, have you? That's why you found someone like Xinying, with her unique constitution, to help you dispel the cold every night with her body heat?"

Ye Fann's gaze at Yang Min changed noticeably. In such a short time, she had learned so much about him. This woman was truly something else. No wonder she was a descendant of the legendary Nine-Headed Wolf.

"How about we make a deal?" Yang Min got straight to the point.

"No deal," Ye Fann refused outright.

Yang Min frowned. "You haven't even heard what I have to offer, and you're already saying no?"

"No means no. There's nothing to discuss." With that, Ye Fann stood up and walked out.

The bodyguards didn't dare stop him; they had witnessed his skills firsthand the day before.

Yang Min took a deep breath, her brows furrowed. No deal? Did he think it would end like this? She couldn't just give up.

"Let's go!" she commanded, and soon left with her entourage.

Shortly after, Bi Wenfeng arrived, went straight to the restaurant owner, and slapped down a stack of crisp hundred-dollar bills. "Tell me, what were those people discussing here just now?"

The owner looked troubled but, tempted by the money, hesitated before speaking. "I... I just heard the woman ask the man if he would do it, and... then the man said no."

"Then the woman asked why not, and the man said no means no, maybe later."

Clearly, the owner had only caught snippets of the conversation and filled in the gaps with his imagination.

Bi Wenfeng's face turned green with frustration. Do it or not? Yang Min, I'll deal with you later!

"Ye Fann, just you wait, wait!"

That afternoon, Bi Wenfeng, representing the Golden Cauldron Group, went to Xinying's company for a business meeting. By the time the meeting wrapped up, it was evening, and the company hosted a dinner in Bi Wenfeng's honor. He specifically requested that Xinying join them.

He had been waiting for this moment.

Originally, Xinying wasn't involved in the business talks, but Bi Wenfeng insisted, claiming he had long admired her. The company had no choice but to oblige, forcing Xinying to attend the dinner.

Sensing something was off, Xinying quickly texted Ye Fann to explain the situation.

Ye Fann, unable to get home and unsure where to go, received the message and immediately headed to the hotel.

Unexpectedly, Bi Wenfeng changed the venue at the last minute, and Xinying realized her phone was missing.

The dinner continued at the new location, and under some unspoken agreement, everyone kept encouraging Xinying to drink.

Soon, with her low tolerance, Xinying was visibly intoxicated, her face flushed, barely able to stand.

One by one, her colleagues left the table, and Bi Wenfeng's entourage also departed, leaving just Bi Wenfeng and Xinying.

With no one to stop him, Bi Wenfeng easily led Xinying into a hotel room...