Best Young Master
Chapter 97 - 091: [South Young Master Heads North]

Chapter 97: Chapter 091: [South Young Master Heads North]

As night fell, a Mercedes-Benz slowly entered the Jiuxi Rose Garden Noble District.

Inside the car, Liu Tianjun, the person in charge of Dong Hai Gang at Hanghu, reclined in the back seat with a cigar in his mouth, his expression slightly grave as he stared blankly at the roof of the car.

Perhaps he was too engrossed, he didn’t even notice that the cigar had gone out.

In the driver’s seat, Little Blade, Liu Tianjun’s bodyguard and driver, saw Liu Tianjun’s grave expression through the rearview mirror and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Following Ye Fan’s elimination of Qu Feng, Wu Ren, Zhang Zhu, Qiao Bazhi, Liu Qin, and several elite members of the Nanqinghong Hanghu Branch, severely damaging their foundations, Liu Tianjun, acting on Situ Chen’s orders, returned the favor—a relentless and unstoppable counterattack by the Dong Hai Gang on the Nanqinghong Hanghu Branch, crushing them into disarray.

However—

Just when Liu Tianjun thought they could drive Nanqinghong out of Hanghu and even Jiangnan, the Jiangnan Police intervened with unprecedented vigor. The top figure of the Jiangnan Police warned Liu Tianjun through another’s lips that Ye Wenhao, the new power head in Jiangnan, had lost his temper and warned that if Liu Tianjun dared to act recklessly, he would spend the rest of his life in prison.

Although Liu Tianjun wanted to capitalize on the momentum and drive Nanqinghong out of Jiangnan, faced with the police’s strong presence, he had to abandon this tempting idea and immediately sought advice from Situ Chen, only to receive the reply, "Stop all actions."

Using Situ Chen’s words, "The wrath of Ye Wenhao is something the Dong Hai Gang cannot bear!"

Liu Tianjun earnestly followed Situ Chen’s command, not only refraining from launching further attacks on Nanqinghong but also not utilizing his connections to rescue the subordinates who had been detained by the police as scapegoats.

As a result, not only did Liu Tianjun fail to achieve his goal of driving Nanqinghong out of Jiangnan, but he also lost many of his men, suffering both a loss of personnel and prestige.

Already quite distressed by this outcome, Liu Tianjun received even more disheartening news—an hour ago, he got a call from Situ Chen that Lin Ao Feng, the Nanqinghong Crown Prince, had secretly entered Hanghu with Wang Dong, one of the Eight Great Kings under Lin Tianyi’s command, and Yang Qing, a young genius from Hongwu Sect.

Liu Tianjun knew well that with Lin Ao Feng’s arrival, his hopes of expelling Nanqinghong from Jiangnan were turning into despair, and even... if Ye Wenhao lifted the strict order against any bloodshed, it would be Dong Hai Gang that might be kicked out of Jiangnan!

"Heaven does not aid me," he muttered.

As the car drove into the Jiuxi Rose Garden Noble District, Liu Tianjun couldn’t help but sigh, then lit his cigar and inhaled deeply.

"Boss, although Lin Ao Feng, Wang Dong, and Yang Qing have arrived in Hanghu, as Mr. Situ said, with Ye Wenhao here, they wouldn’t dare make rash moves," Little Blade, seeing Liu Tianjun sighing, couldn’t help but offer some words of comfort, "So you don’t need to worry."

"Little Blade, it’s not concern that I feel, but remorse. Big Brother has always treated me well, he didn’t even blame me when Ruoshui was kidnapped in Hanghu," Liu Tianjun said regretfully.

"I thought this would be a good opportunity to drive Nanqinghong out of Jiangnan and vent some anger for Big Brother, but it ended midway," he confessed.

Hearing Liu Tianjun’s heartfelt words, Little Blade wisely chose to remain silent.

He believed that since Situ Chen regarded Liu Tianjun as a brother, Liu Tianjun was grateful and determined to do something significant for Situ Chen; however, being forced to abandon action midway, how could he not feel frustrated?

"Boss, do you think Lin Ao Feng and his group sneaked into Hanghu to target Mr. Ye?" Little Blade asked, as the Mercedes-Benz passed by the Su Family’s No.2 Villa.

Liu Tianjun nodded and said, "Lin Ao Feng coming here means he wants revenge. But he probably doesn’t know it was Mr. Ye’s doing, since it’s rumored among the Jianghu that Big Brother eliminated Qiao Bazhi and the others. Besides, Big Brother had people clean up the scene very thoroughly that day, leaving no trace whatsoever."

"Should we warn Mr. Ye?" Little Blade suggested.

"No,"

Lui Tianjun decisively denied Little Blade’s suggestion, "Last time, I superficially warned Mr. Ye but secretly tried to exploit him and ended up being seen through by Mr. Ye, who was understandably displeased. If we warn him again now, Mr. Ye might appreciate it, but misunderstandings about our intentions could be even more costly—Mr. Ye is Big Brother’s benefactor; if we inadvertently offend Mr. Ye, it would only serve to alienate Mr. Ye and Big Brother’s relationship!"

"But... what if Lin Ao Feng and the others find out it was Mr. Ye who did it and secretly harm him?" Little Blade expressed his concern.

"If Lin Ao Feng does that, it will become his nightmare!" Liu Tianjun scoffed.

Little Blade puzzled, "Why?"

"Over the past few years, wherever Ye Wenhao has served, that place has become the safest in Huaxia, with almost no Jianghu people daring to play with fire! If Lin Ao Feng dares to make a move, Ye Wenhao will definitely not let him off!" Liu Tianjun revealed.

"Besides, according to Big Brother, Mr. Ye is likely a master of the Innate Realm; who the victor will be is still up in the air!" he added.

"Uh..."

Little Blade’s mouth fell open in surprise, stunned not only by Ye Wenhao’s formidable deterrence but also by Ye Fan’s strength.

In his amazement, remembering how he once said that there was less than a 30% chance of killing Ye Fan, Little Blade felt a bit embarrassed.

Not to mention that Ye Fan was a master of the Innate Realm, even if he were just at Postnatal Great Perfection, there was no way he could kill Ye Fan!

There wasn’t even a sliver of hope!

Qiandao Lake.

On a brightly lit small cruise ship.

Four men sat around an eight-immortal table, with a feast of gourmet dishes mainly featuring king crabs and pufferfish, while four nearly beautiful women in cheongsams served them diligently, offering an extremely attentive service.

This was a welcome banquet set up by Zhou Hong, a covert operative placed by Nanqinghong in the Jiangnan Police, for Lin Ao Feng, Yang Qing, and Wang Dong.

"Brother Lin, we didn’t come to Jiangnan just to eat hairy crabs and play with the women here."

Midway through the banquet, Yang Qing, a young leader of the Hongwu Sect, frowned upon seeing Lin Ao Feng stretch his greasy fingers into the cherry lips of a woman next to him, having her clean them with her tongue.

On hearing this, Lin Ao Feng withdrew his fingers, pinched the woman’s chin between his thumb and forefinger.

The sudden move startled the woman, but with her rich experience in serving, she just widened her eyes without uttering a sound.

"Mr. Yang, you think this kind of trash is fit for me? You really underestimate my taste, don’t you?"

Lin Ao Feng laughed, a small curve that revealed six chillingly white teeth, shimmering under the light with a sinister gleam.

Despite the fact that the four qipao-clad women were renowned beauties from Qiandao Lake, used to the company of many a noble, Lin Ao Feng’s deeply insulting words left them not daring even to breathe loudly.

Because... they were well aware that the person who could willingly make policeman Zhou Hong kowtow like a dog, could eliminate them as effortlessly as crushing an ant.

As the four women trembled in fear, Yang Qing furrowed his brow, biting back his words.

"Mr. Yang finds you all an eyesore, why don’t you leave at once?"

Seeing this, Lin Ao Feng released the woman’s chin, his expression suddenly turned frosty, his tone leaving no room for question.

Without any hesitation, the four qipao-clad women promptly bowed and departed, reminiscent of ancient maidservants withdrawing from their master’s presence.

Immediately, Zhou Hong stood up to apologize: "Young Master Lin, my apologies, I haven’t served you well. I will find you a few top-grade ones later."

"Let’s talk about the women later."

Lin Ao Feng interrupted Zhou Hong, then smiled at Yang Qing, "Mr. Yang, our purpose here is not to indulge in pleasures, but to uncover the truth behind Qu Feng and others’ deaths."

"Not just to uncover the truth but also to send those who killed Qu Feng and the others to meet King Yan!"

Yang Qing’s expression relaxed, his voice deepened as killing intent abruptly flared, making his flowing hair move as if windblown, giving him an eerie, frightening look.

"Once the truth is unearthed, whether to kill or not will be out of our hands."

Lin Ao Feng’s tone turned slightly odd, "If the opponent is from the Yanhuang Organization, we can only accept defeat and swallow the broken teeth. If it is Situ Chen’s secret weapon, we first need to investigate their strength and we cannot act in Hanghu; otherwise, it will provoke Ye Wenhao—an authority we cannot afford to offend."

Yang Qing was silent, not speaking.

He knew Lin Ao Feng was speaking the truth.

"And, Brother Yang, you should understand that uncovering the truth is not something we can achieve in a day or two; we need time."

Seeing Yang Qing implicitly agreeing, Lin Ao Feng couldn’t help but laugh again, "If Mr. Yang is not interested in wine, women, money, and power, those worldly things, you might as well spend time cultivating and contemplating Martial Arts in the coming days."

"What do you mean?" Yang Qing’s expression changed, seeming to think Lin Ao Feng was insulting him.

Lin Ao Feng tapped his head, "Mr. Yang, think about it. The insider information relies on the secular informants of the Nanqinghong. Why do you think my father and Sect Leader Gu sent us?"

"Why?" Yang Qing asked.

"To temper us." Lin Ao Feng spoke with confidence: "To use the great deity Ye Wenhao to temper our patience, to wear away our sharpness."

Yang Qing fell silent again, but his eyes sparkled, contemplating the plausibility of Lin Ao Feng’s words.

Watching this, Zhou Hong gained a deeper understanding of Lin Ao Feng and Yang Qing.

In his view, although Lin Ao Feng carried an air of arrogance, owing to his upbringing and environment, he had inherited a bit of the cunning from the savvy Lin Tianyi, possessing no small measure of emotional intelligence. On the other hand, although Yang Qing was the top young expert of the Hongwu Sect, having spent years in training, he lacked mundane worldly experience, typical of the strong in prowess but weak in tactics type.

As for Wang Dong, who was slowly peeling the shell off a hairy crab with a small knife, in Zhou Hong’s eyes, he was nothing short of a death god, his aura of murder far too intense.

"Alright, let’s continue talking about women."

Seeing Yang Qing deep in thought, a sneer flickered deep in Lin Ao Feng’s eyes, then he turned to Zhou Hong, smiling wickedly, "Who are the top-grade women in Jiangnan?"

"Young Master Lin, if we are talking top-grade, the one known as the Iron Lady, Su Yuxin, the number one Cold faced President in Jiangnan, tops the list," Zhou Hong responded, snapping back to reality.

"Besides her, there’s also a woman named Xie Yin who’s quite top-grade too."

"Sweaty as rain, leaking yin energy, huh? Ha ha... what a pair of top-grade!"

Lin Ao Feng, upon hearing this, seemed to envision a scenario of embracing the women from both sides and laughed unrestrainedly.