C17 Uncle Ye Who Has Been Beaten to Death

In a flash, Ye Fann had sparred with the man over a hundred times. Without using any weapons or causing any damage to the surroundings, neither of them sustained any injuries. The entire exchange was surprisingly quiet, yet Yang Min, who was observing, couldn't help but be captivated by the intensity.

At that moment, she truly recognized that Ye Fann was indeed on par with her family's patriarch.

The man was none other than Yang Hao, the head of the Yang family, known as the Nine-headed Sky Wolf, a title that rivaled the Eight-Armed Yama.

Following their final clash, Yang Hao stood his ground, while Ye Fann staggered back, halting only when his back hit the wall, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"You're really going all out, old man!" Ye Fann wasn't upset; in fact, he was chuckling.

Yang Hao let out a hearty laugh. "Holding back would be an insult to you. But you should take care of that injury; it hasn't fully healed."

"You're aware I'm not fully healed, and yet you push this hard?"

Yang Min's mind was in disarray. Yang Hao, the family head, was of her grandfather's generation, and here was Ye Fann...

"Let's go," Yang Hao said, stepping forward and giving Ye Fann a couple of reassuring pats on the shoulder. "Let's go have a few drinks."

"Drinks?" Ye Fann raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we drink in this coffee shop?"

Approaching with a flourish, Yang Min brandished several bottles of finely packaged imported spirits. "I paid a pretty penny for these. Today, you're in luck."

Yang Hao scowled and shot Yang Min a stern look. "What 'kid'? Mind your manners, this is..."

"No worries, I'm used to it," Ye Fann interjected smoothly.

Taken aback, Yang Hao oscillated his gaze between Ye Fann and Yang Min. "Used to it, huh? Alright, alright. I won't meddle in the affairs of you youngsters. Come on, let's have a drink. Join this old man for a casual drink."

"Just give me a moment to let Huang Yong know..." Ye Fann started.

"No time for that, we're drinking now," Yang Hao insisted, pulling Ye Fann up the stairs.

To their surprise, the second floor revealed itself to be an opulent, antique wine cellar.

Ye Fann was taken aback. He hadn't noticed any signs for a winery or anything similar outside.

"How do you like it? Pretty good, huh? It's mine," Yang Hao beamed with pride. Though in his sixties, he had the youthful appearance of a man in his forties, exuding the vigor of someone in their twenties or thirties.

He seemed even more spirited than Ye Fann.

"Yours?" Ye Fann asked, perplexed.

"Well, it would have been mine if things had gone smoothly. I would have owned the lower level too, but a certain disappointing girl let a grandson snatch it up first and turn it into a coffee shop. It's infuriating..."

"Ninth Grandpa." Yang Min interjected with a frown, looking every bit the contrite granddaughter.

Ye Fann's interest was piqued. "Isn't it still possible for you to buy the lower level now?"

"Buy it?" Yang Hao ushered Ye Fann into the VIP area to sit down, asking Yang Min to pour the wine as he continued, "Of course, I should buy the lower floor. But that girl, what was it she said again?"

Yang Min chimed in, "The coffee shop owner wants 300,000 yuan. That's way over the market value. I reckon it could be bought for 100,000 yuan."

"Right, right, that's it. I'm clueless about these things..."

"I'm clueless too. Are you guys really quibbling over that amount of money?" Ye Fann remarked dryly.

"Exactly!" Yang Hao banged the table and shot Yang Min a stern look. "Is it really about the money? It's so unnecessary. You say I don't understand, but look at you... Even Uncle Ye here agrees with me."

Uncle Ye? Yang Min was thrown off. Ye Fann added, "Uncle Ye? Are you trying to butter me up?"

"No, no, not at all. I was just..."

"Cough, cough!" Yang Min coughed softly, her teeth clenched, ready to retort at Ye Fann, but Yang Hao shot her a warning glance. "What's with the cough? Get on with the pouring!"

After a few drinks, Yang Hao continued to sing the praises of the wine. Then, Ye Fann steered the conversation in a new direction. "Let's talk serious business."

"Hmm? Let's hear it," Yang Hao said with his characteristic directness.

Ye Fann shot a glance at Yang Min and spoke without mincing words, "The coffee shop owner got it started with a loan from my wife's brother—three hundred thousand. Now the loan company's coming after our house, threatening to take it if we don't pay up. Since you're planning to buy that place anyway and money isn't an issue for you, could you possibly..."

"Absolutely!" Yang Hao cut him off, slamming his hand on the table and turning to Yang Min, "You got that? Three hundred thousand. They need it urgently. Take care of it now."

"Right... Right now?" Yang Min was taken aback.

"Yes, this instant. The girl from the coffee shop is just downstairs, isn't she? Go, give her the three hundred thousand. Consider it a favor for your Uncle Ye. I'm getting on in years with little left to chase. You'll be looking to Uncle Ye for guidance in the future. Now, off you go."

Yang Hao was known for his no-nonsense attitude and decisiveness, a trait that had sparked his instant camaraderie with Ye Fann back in their border days.

Ye Fann stood to express his gratitude, but Yang Hao pulled him back down, "What's all this formality for? Sit and drink. No need for pretenses with me."

"I mean it, though. This time I'm back to wash my hands of it all..." Yang Hao caught a glimpse of Yang Min and corrected himself, "I misspoke. I'm retiring. I'm done with the chaos and ready to retire for good. And for the future... Min Min, come here."

Yang Min approached obediently.

Yang Hao stood, patting her head with solemnity, "Ye Fann, she's my only granddaughter. My son and nephew are gone; she's all I have left. I won't allow her into our world, but also..."

"You're just going to drop your beef with Bi Dadan like that?" Ye Fann interrupted, referring to Bi Wenfeng's father, the notorious Eight-Armed Yama.

Yang Hao's eyes grew somber, and with a wry smile, he shook his head and heaved a deep sigh. "What good does it do to count the losses? My sons are gone, my nephew too. Min Min is the only one left to carry on the Yang family name. If I don't pull back now, wouldn't I be risking her as well, and utterly extinguishing our family line?"

Ye Fann fell silent, pondering an unresolved question. "But what about her and Bi Wenfeng..."

"Uncle Ye." Yang Min cut in abruptly, her expression fraught with panic as she hurried to pour the wine, stepping on Ye Fann's foot under the guise of her haste. "Let's drink. Grandpa Jiu, Uncle Ye, let's all have a drink."

Yang Hao's expression grew stormier by the second as he fixed his piercing gaze on Yang Min. "Bi Wenfeng? Yang Min, I want a clear explanation. Who is Bi Wenfeng?"

"What... Who's Bi Wenfeng? Uncle Ye, what were you saying about Bi Wenfeng?" Yang Min covertly trod on Ye Fann's foot once more.

Her high heels bore down with such force that Ye Fann sharply inhaled, nearly crying out in pain.

Bang!

With a fierce slap on the table, Yang Hao leapt up, pointing at Yang Min as he bellowed, "Stand up straight and explain yourself. What exactly is happening?"

Startled, Yang Min dropped the wine bottle, which shattered with a piercing clang, wine splashing across the floor.

Overwhelmed with sorrow, Yang Min's tearful eyes mirrored the broken pieces scattered around her.