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Chapter 449 - 398: Turbulent Undercurrents

Chapter 449: Chapter 398: Turbulent Undercurrents

At nine o’clock, Ye Fan drove to the Yanhuang Organization Southeast Asia Special Zone Office.

Just like the offices in the inland provinces and cities, the guards at the door were peripheral members of the Yanhuang Organization. While their aura as Martial Artists was faint, they stood as straight as spears, eyes fixed straight ahead, unmoving, clearly displaying military discipline.

"Hello, please show your identification."

After Ye Fan voluntarily stopped the car, one of the peripheral members, holding a steel gun, stepped forward in two strides and saluted Ye Fan.

"My name is Ye Fan, here is my ID," Ye Fan said, handing his ID card to the peripheral member and adding, "Director Yan asked me to come to inquire about something."

"Please wait a moment."

The peripheral member on guard duty examined Ye Fan’s ID card, then handed it back to Ye Fan, turned around to enter the guardhouse and made a phone call to consult with superiors.

"Mr. Ye, Director Wang of the interrogation department is waiting for you; his office is in room 302." After half a minute, the peripheral member walked back to Ye Fan’s car and said.

"Thank you."

Ye Fan thanked him and, seeing the electronic gate slowly opening, didn’t waste more words and directly drove into the large courtyard of the office.

Shortly after, Ye Fan drove to the office building, got out of the car, walked straight into the office building, and took the elevator to the third floor.

"Knock knock—"

Ye Fan arrived at the door of room 302, stopped, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A magnetic voice came from inside the office.

Creak!

Ye Fan pushed the door open and was greeted by an office of about sixty square meters, where a middle-aged man exuding an aura of the Early Innate Realm was sitting at his desk.

"You must be Ye Fan, please have a seat."

As Ye Fan was sizing up the middle-aged man, the man stood up with a smile and gestured for Ye Fan to take a seat, his attitude very friendly.

Hm?

Seeing this, Ye Fan felt some confusion—before coming here, Ye Wenhao had warned him that Yan Lei might very well be a person from the Bai Family Faction and told him to be extra careful.

Could it be a ruse?

Ye Fan silently questioned himself and, without showing any emotion, walked over to the sofa and sat down.

"Xiao Fan, would you like some tea? I have some pre-Guyu Longjing Tea here, shall I have someone brew a cup for you?" Seeing Ye Fan seated, the middle-aged man politely offered.

"I don’t drink tea, thank you, Director Wang." Ye Fan declined with a shake of his head, but felt that the man’s attitude didn’t seem feigned.

"Xiao Fan, you might have heard, there are rumors outside that you have killed the heads of the Dark Council, Giant Axe Organization, and Yakuza in the Special Zone. Director Yan asked you to come here so that I could investigate you."

After the pleasantries, Director Wang thought for a moment, got straight to the point, his attitude still very polite, "Don’t think too much of it, it’s just a formality."

"Please be assured, Director Wang, I will tell all that I know." Ye Fan nodded to indicate his cooperation.

"Alright, let us begin then."

Director Wang said and pressed a button on his desk, turning on the office’s surveillance monitor, then took out a pen and notepad and asked, "According to the information provided by the Civil Aviation Department, you arrived in the Special Zone five days ago, correct?"

"Yes."

"What were you doing in the Special Zone?"

"It was my father’s birthday that day, I came to celebrate his birthday with him."

"The night after you arrived in the Special Zone, you flew from Bangkok to Ho Chi Minh City, what were you doing there?"

"My aunt Chu Ji is the chairman of Xiangshan Group, she asked me to help understand the situation of Xiangshan Group’s Vietnam branch in the Southeast Asia Special Zone; I met with the person in charge of that area."

"After a brief stay in Ho Chi Minh City, you took a flight in the early hours to Kuala Lumpur—what did you do there?"

"The purpose was the same as going to Ho Chi Minh City, to understand the situation of Xiangshan Group’s Malaysia branch in the Southeast Asia Special Zone, and I also took the next day to tour the local scenic spots."

"What did you do after you returned to Bangkok from Kuala Lumpur?"

"I practiced Martial Arts at my aunt’s villa the whole time, eating and chatting with my father after he got off work each day."

"Okay, let’s end the investigation here."

Director Wang thoroughly recorded Ye Fan’s statements, then switched off the surveillance monitor, stood up, and walked towards Ye Fan, saying as he walked, "Xiao Fan, thank you for your cooperation."

As he finished speaking, Director Wang extended his hand, intending to shake hands with Ye Fan.

"Cooperating with the work of the Yanhuang Organization is the duty of every Martial Artist, Director Wang is being too polite."

Ye Fan grasped Director Wang’s hand and said with a smile, though he felt that the so-called investigation was too simple, basically a formality as mentioned by Director Wang, "If there is nothing else, then I won’t disturb your work."

"Alright, should we need to, we’ll contact you again." Director Wang smiled, withdrew his hand, and said, "Send my regards to the Special Chief when you get back."

"Alright," Ye Fan nodded and, accompanied by Director Wang, walked out of the office. It wasn’t until they reached the elevator that Director Wang waved goodbye, his smile exceedingly genuine and even somewhat ingratiating.

Witnessing this scene, Ye Fan could almost confirm that Director Wang’s actions did not seem like an act.

This completely contradicted what Ye Wenhao had said, deepening Ye Fan’s confusion!

Due to that confusion, as soon as Ye Fan left the Yanhuang Organization’s Southeast Asia Office compound, he immediately phoned Ye Wenhao’s private cell.

"Dad, I just underwent the investigation. The process was very simple, just a few questions. Moreover, the director who interrogated me, Director Wang, was very friendly, and he even asked me to send his regards to you," Ye Fan said truthfully as soon as the call connected.

"Oh?"

On the other end of the line, Ye Wenhao, who was in his office, was at first slightly startled, then thoughtful, "Could it be that I was wrong? Did Yan Lei only follow the procedure to protect himself so that his superiors couldn’t hold him accountable?"

Ye Fan kept silent; he had no interactions with Yan Lei, the head of the Yanhuang Organization’s Southeast Asia Office, not even a face-to-face meeting, so he had no opinion to offer.

"At present, the Yanhuang Organization has intensified its supervision over the Tiger Gang, adding members to monitor their headquarters. Just to be on the safe side, you should visit Taihu this evening. It’s less likely to expose your movements at night."

After pondering for a moment, Ye Wenhao suggested. Although he believed in Ye Fan’s ability to read people and trusted everything Ye Fan said unconditionally, he still felt something was off about Yan Lei, and after some thought, "Besides, we can also use the daytime to quietly observe any changes in the situation."

"Okay."

Ye Fan followed his father Ye Wenhao’s instruction, forgoing his plan to drive over to Tiger Gang’s headquarters to meet Taihu, and returned to his villa near the Menam River.

Meanwhile.

Beside a street, inside a car, Yan Lei watched as Ye Fan’s car did not head towards Tiger Gang’s Mountain Villa. He took out his cell phone and dialed Chen Feilian’s private number.

"Young Master Chen, as you predicted, the kid didn’t head to the Tiger Gang’s headquarters after the investigation," Yan Lei said as soon as the call connected, secretly admiring Chen Feilian’s prophetic insight.

"What is true contains falsehood, and within falsehood, there is truth, making it hard to distinguish between them," Chen Feilian responded indifferently. "Even if your performance in front of Ye Wenhao was perfect, he would still have his suspicions. In doing so, you’ve gone through the motions of investigating that bastard to deepen those doubts. Now, by having an uninformed person conduct a perfunctory interrogation, Ye Wenhao will not relax his guard against you but will be even more vigilant. Naturally, he won’t let that bastard come to the villa in broad daylight to find that pitiable Taihu."

"Young Master Chen is astute!"

Yan Lei offered a compliment, but he understood that Chen Feilian’s elaborate ploy was just to buy time for the experts from the three major forces to enter Bangkok.

As Yan Lei deduced, Chen Feilian’s line of questioning quickly shifted, "There’s no problem with the people from the three major forces entering Bangkok discreetly, right?"

"Rest assured, Young Master Chen, there won’t be any problems."

Yan Lei first gave a firm affirmation, then explained, "According to our information, Liu Chuanjun from the Yakuza, Zorro from the Dark Council, and Rock from the Giant Axe Organization have kept their identities quite secretive. The police and the Special Case Department don’t have them on file. In other words, neither the police nor the Special Case Department are aware of the three individuals’ identities. I have put my most trusted people at the airport, and they won’t leak any information."

"That’s good."

Chen Feilian was relieved and couldn’t help but laugh, "Speaking of which, the three major forces are really doling out their resources this time—I hadn’t even expected those three would be the ones to come."

Hearing this, Yan Lei could not agree more.

As the person in charge of the Yanhuang Organization’s Southeast Asia Special District, he had high access to intel within the organization and naturally knew about the identity, status, and power of Liu Chuanjun, Rock, and Zorro!

In his view, with the capabilities of these three, killing Ye Fan was no different from squashing an ant!

Even..., He believed that even Ye Wenhao would be more likely to face misfortune than fortune should he encounter any of the three.

"By the way, Young Master Chen, they won’t kill Ye Wenhao, will they?" Yan Lei hesitated for a moment, unable to help but ask.

In his opinion, if only Ye Fan died, even if the Yanhuang Organization uncovered the conspiracy, the cleanup within the organization would be limited.

But—

If Ye Wenhao, the most likely successor of the Ye Family’s third generation and the front-runner to become the future helmsman of Huaxia, were to be murdered, the Yanhuang Organization would undoubtedly eliminate him at all costs!

"They won’t. For one thing, the three major forces aren’t fools; they are well aware of the consequences of killing Ye Wenhao—they certainly don’t want to have a showdown to the death with the Yanhuang Organization,"

Chen Feilian was well aware of Yan Lei’s concerns but chose not to expose them, instead sneering, "Moreover, don’t you think it would be more painful for Ye Wenhao to watch helplessly as that bastard gets killed, and afterward, to be kicked off the power pyramid, rather than to die?"

"Hisss~"

Yan Lei gasped in shock. In his eyes, if everything unfolded according to Chen Feilian’s script, Ye Wenhao would be living a fate worse than death, and... the Ye Family would suffer an unprecedented blow!

As though to confirm Yan Lei’s speculation, right after ending the call with him, Chen Feilian dialed another number.

"We don’t know each other, and I hope you won’t call me again in the future..." As the call connected, a displeased voice came through the handset.

However—

Before the other party could finish speaking, Chen Feilian, buoyed by his own spirit, interrupted, "Secretary Wang, please pass my regrets to Secretary Bai. To show my apology, I will send him a big gift in a few days!"

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PS: Two Chapters completed~

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