C15 Nineheaded Sky Wolf

"Kid?" Ye Fann turned to Wang Ying, "Do you still think he's a kid?"

"He... he, in a parent's eyes, he'll always be a kid, right? Why are you arguing with me? What's with the stubbornness?"

Ye Fann nodded, setting the knife down on the coffee table. "Fine, your kid messed up, you handle it. I'm out of this today."

"Ye Fann, you..." Wang Ying gritted her teeth, her face flushed with anger.

The bald man slammed the coffee table twice. "Enough with the arguing! I'm a busy man. Are you paying up or selling the house? Hurry up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his men surrounded them.

Wang Ying quickly pulled Huang Yong to the room's door, shouting at Ye Fann, "You have to sort this out today, you must!"

With that, Wang Ying and Huang Yong went into the room and shut the door.

The bald man paused for a couple of seconds, then looked at Ye Fann. "Are you the son-in-law here?"

Ye Fann gave a wry smile. Son-in-law? The term sounded almost mocking.

"Look, give me a few days, I'll figure something out..."

"I already gave that punk Huang Yong a month," the bald man interrupted, making it clear.

He expected the money today.

Ye Fann thought for a moment, offered a cigarette, and lit one for himself, taking a slow drag and blowing a smoke ring. "You've waited a month, a few more days won't hurt, right?"

The bald man squinted at Ye Fann for a few seconds, then picked up the property deed and contract from the coffee table. "Alright, three days. I'll give you three days. If I don't see the money by then, I'll come back with the court officials. Don't blame me if you end up on the street."

"Let's go!"

The bald man and his crew left. Ye Fann knocked on the door and called Huang Yong out. "Take me to find that woman, right now."

"Why bother? I told you she doesn't have any money..."

"What does it matter to you if she doesn't have money?" Ye Fann suddenly shouted. "Are you going to pay her debt? Thirty thousand dollars, do you have it?"

"Can't you talk without yelling? What's with the shouting? Is this your house?" Wang Ying came out and scolded him sharply.

Ye Fann was silent, and the air was tense for a moment.

Suddenly, Ye Fann grabbed Huang Yong and started dragging him outside, quickly saying before Wang Ying could speak, "Mom, don't worry about it. If you want to keep the house, leave it to me. I know what I'm doing, and I won't let your son get hurt."

The word "son" hit hard, and Ye Fann clearly did it on purpose.

As soon as the door closed, Wang Ying, furious, grabbed an ashtray and smashed it to pieces, yelling at the door, "Shihao, why are you hiding in there like a turtle? Get out here and clean this up!"

...

In the café, the beautiful owner was bustling around, busy as ever.

A young boy, around ten years old, stared intently at the woman's legs beneath her skirt, his eyes filled with mischief. As the woman approached, the boy suddenly dashed forward and lifted her skirt. A gasp echoed through the room as everyone turned to look. The boy laughed loudly, his face full of smug satisfaction. The woman, embarrassed and furious, couldn't help but slap the boy across the face. Caught off guard, the boy was stunned by the slap.

Nearby, the boy's father, a sharply dressed middle-aged man, sprang to his feet and kicked the woman, sending her sprawling to the ground. "How dare you hit my son?" he shouted. The boy, regaining his senses, gritted his teeth and lunged at the woman, straddling her and slapping her repeatedly before starting to tear at her clothes. The woman screamed and struggled desperately, but the boy's father held her down firmly.

Just then, Ye Fann and Huang Yong entered the room, witnessing the boy pulling off the woman's undergarments. In an instant, Huang Yong, driven by rage, grabbed a chair and smashed it over the boy's head. The boy cried out, blood streaming from his head as he collapsed unconscious. Huang Yong quickly wrapped his coat around the woman, while the boy's father roared in anger and swung his fist at Huang Yong.

Seeing the angle, it would have hit squarely on the temple.

Ye Fann arrived just in time, grabbing the man's fist and sternly saying, "Why are you losing it here instead of rushing to the hospital?"

The boy's father snapped back to reality, quickly turned, scooped up his son, and dashed out of the café toward the hospital.

Later, in the café's staff break room, the owner, Ye Jing, gradually calmed down with Huang Yong's constant reassurances, her eyes red as she recounted what happened.

"That bastard's asking for it. I'm gonna go deal with those jerks right now!" Huang Yong growled, getting up to leave.

Ye Fann reached out to stop him. Huang Yong shouted angrily, "Mind your own business! You think you're something special, huh?"

"Do you even know which hospital they went to?" Ye Fann asked calmly.

Huang Yong paused, clenching his fists in frustration.

Nearby, Ye Jing looked at Ye Fann with a curious expression for a few seconds. "Yong, who is this...?"

"I'm here to collect," Ye Fann said bluntly, getting straight to the point. "The $30,000 loan Huang Yong helped you with—the lender wants it back. You have three days to pay up, or they'll sell the Huang family house, and Huang Yong's family will end up on the street."

"Shut up! I can speak for myself!" Huang Yong shouted angrily again.

Ye Jing furrowed her brows tightly, avoiding Ye Fann's gaze as she bit her lip and finally spoke with difficulty, "Actually, I got duped too."

It turned out the coffee shop wasn't hers; it belonged to another man. He had convinced her to get a loan from a guy named Huang Yong to open the place. But after a few months of poor business, the money ran out, and the man vanished without a trace. Now, Ye Jing was stuck, barely keeping the shop afloat.

"But I thought your shop was doing well," Ye Fann immediately questioned.

"That's because someone rented it out today for a meeting with a client," Ye Jing explained just as someone outside shouted, "Where's the owner? Come out!"

Ye Fann found the voice strangely familiar. Stepping outside, he was taken aback to see Yang Min.

Yang Min was equally surprised, "Ye Fann? What are you doing here?"

"You rented the place today?" Ye Fann asked, frowning.

Behind Yang Min, a massively built man stepped forward. Instantly, a fierce and sharp aura filled the air. His presence was undeniably strong, rare even.

Even Ye Fann felt a jolt in his heart, immediately becoming alert and cautious. As he locked eyes with the man, the atmosphere around them grew noticeably tense. Standing nearby, Yang Min felt almost suffocated by the intensity.

The air was thick with tension, like an invisible fire raging fiercely. Suddenly, a man sprang up and aimed a punch at Ye Fann's forehead. Yang Min froze, as if she could hear the air tearing apart. Ye Fann swiftly dodged, countering with a chokehold that forced the man back. Then, with a graceful leap, he delivered a powerful kick, targeting all the man's vulnerable spots.