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Chapter 1637 - 779: Getting a Passport, Returning to Malaysia Unarmed_2

Chapter 1637: Chapter 779: Getting a Passport, Returning to Malaysia Unarmed_2

The other teachers were quite envious of Lu Bin for encountering such a student. After all, getting acquainted with someone like Boss Yan is always a good thing for new counselors fresh out of school like them.

However, the fact that Lu Bin was able to stay on at the school proves he’s no fool. Having interacted with Yan Fei frequently, he’s gained a pretty good understanding of Boss Yan’s temperament. He knows that if he were to openly try to curry favor, Boss Yan would probably give him some face, but that would lessen the goodwill between them. It’s better to maintain this distant, casual relationship for now — not aiming to borrow too much influence. In case of a critical moment in the future, asking Boss Yan for a small favor would suffice.

Xu Xiaoyan had calculated the timing well before asking Yan Fei to teach two classes before leaving. Normally, even if Yan Fei drove out early in the morning, by the time he reached Wan City, the office would have already closed, making it impossible to handle matters like applying for a passport.

However, with two classes taught, he’d arrive back in Wan City just in time for the afternoon work hours, allowing him to process the passport application promptly.

But this scenario only applies to regular people; it doesn’t concern Boss Yan. He went home and busied himself in the kitchen, preparing the dishes his wife would need for lunch and dinner. Once his wife got back from school, she could directly start cooking and save a lot of time.

Only then did Yan Fei drive out, cruising along the Provincial road toward Wan City.

On the way, he made several calls and received a few as well. After passing through the toll station at Wan City’s border, Yan Fei saw an opportunity and drove his car straight into Dinosaur World.

A few seconds later, Xiaohei appeared and flew back toward the Provincial City.

In the blink of an eye, Xiaohei had reached a family members’ yard in the Provincial City and landed on a tree. Transforming into a small flying insect in the fork of the tree, it flew directly into someone’s house and started wandering through each room. After making a full circuit, Xiaohei was deeply frustrated to find that no one was home.

With terrible luck, Xiaohei then revisited several addresses from memory, but his frustration only grew — the person he was looking for couldn’t be found anywhere.

Yan Fei was beyond annoyed. He shouldn’t have bothered with taking leave from class and pretending to go home for no reason. Blame it all on the fun he had in the early hours — playing too carelessly and even putting on an unnecessary act afterward...

As someone who never delays revenge until another day, Boss Yan had made a rare misstep this time.

Since the moment was already missed, dwelling on frustration was simply a waste of emotion. He decided to wait for another opportunity!

The wandering Xiaohei flew back toward Wan City. Near Wan City’s outskirts, Yan Fei emerged in his car on a deserted road and drove into the city.

Even though he knew there was no use in begrudging the situation, he couldn’t shake the feeling of dissatisfaction. Shortly after, he received another phone call, and the annoyance he had barely suppressed came flooding back all over again.

While driving earlier, he had called Chen He to ask him to investigate Boss White. Honestly, he should have made this call early in the morning — or, better yet, right after Boss White’s car accident. That would’ve been the ideal moment.

Yan Fei told himself he hadn’t offended someone like Boss White, so what reason could he possibly have to target him? Boss White must have been up to something.

But it had been nighttime, and then returning home to see his wife asleep in bed left no room for a phone call. All this procrastination stretched the call out until now.

Chen He initially told Yan Fei over the phone that Boss White had been doing quite well in the Provincial City, relying on his younger brother. He’d set up two repair shops in the suburbs and owned a restaurant. Most notably, Boss White came from a rural area in the suburbs, giving him a geographical advantage. He’d even collaborated with others to create a landscaping nursery for his business.

Once Yan Fei heard this, he immediately figured out why Boss White was giving him trouble. That’s right — it involved Young Master Fang Fan, the guy who had caused problems for him earlier, the same one who had been bitten by bugs multiple times.

Boss White’s nursery mainly supplied plants to Fang Fan.

Fang Fan had always held himself in high regard — after all, he was a returnee from overseas with a small-time political figure for a father. Arrogant and self-important, Fang Fan couldn’t stomach losing so inexplicably. Adding insult to injury, his mother had gone to report the matter to the police station, only for the case to fizzle out without resolution. The timing coincided with Boss Yan attending a conference to secure a contract for live cattle exports. Under those circumstances, the leaders at the station wouldn’t dare muddle things up, so the issue was quietly dropped.

But Fang Fan couldn’t let it go! He thought of himself as someone who had gone abroad and refused to believe in rumors about strange mystical practices like "bug curses." To him, the bug bites were clearly a deliberate act by someone secretly carrying insects — certainly not some supernatural phenomenon like others suggested.

Unable to swallow this humiliation, yet wary of moving against Boss Yan while his live cattle business was on the verge of export, Fang Fan turned to Boss White for help — asking him to disrupt Yan Fei.

And thus came the hit-and-run incident.

Then, events took a sharp turn overnight: the minor squabble escalated into a major mishap, and even Boss White faced life-threatening injuries from a car crash. Fang Fan, leveraging family connections to establish his landscaping company, had cultivated relationships with a wide circle of people. Regardless of his character, plenty of folks were eager to ingratiate themselves with him.

But after receiving one unsettling piece of news after another, Fang Fan felt uncertain — "smart people" tend to overthink. In his view, someone attacking Boss White only to see him involved in a car accident soon afterward, compounded by the missing culprit’s vehicle, clearly pointed to Boss Yan masterminding the whole affair.

What an injustice to Yan Fei! He hadn’t orchestrated the car accident at all. In fact, his goal had been solely to apprehend Boss White.

Fang Fan, once this conclusion entered his mind, couldn’t ignore the fact that he was up against such a ruthless character. It was terrifying! First, Yan Fei had thrown out 200,000 yuan as a reward to find suspects. While Fang Fan’s company was doing well, 200,000 yuan was still a substantial figure to him. Worse yet, it wasn’t just the money — Boss Yan had "staged a car accident," escalating matters to life-or-death stakes.

It was simply too cruel! The trivial quarrel had now become a matter of survival or destruction. Fang Fan, a pampered Young Master, realized he couldn’t match such a vicious adversary, at least not in a head-on confrontation.

So, without another word, he tidied up his belongings, informed his parents, and went on "vacation."

As of now, his family remained unaware of the drama from the previous night or its origins. Since their son was used to doing his own thing, they didn’t question his decision. After all, Fang Fan had spent years abroad — while claiming to be independent, he secretly relied on the family for business ventures while hiding his personal affairs from them.

When Yan Fei arrived, Fang Fan likely hadn’t even left the Provincial City yet. Unfortunately, with a population of over 2 million, Yan Fei’s skills couldn’t possibly help him locate someone within such a short time.

Nonetheless, while someone might evade pursuit for a while, their base of operations couldn’t disappear entirely. This matter was far from over. From Yan Fei’s perspective, if Fang Fan were bold enough to send someone to negotiate with him now, he might even show some respect and spare him some face. But running away? Well, it was best Fang Fan stayed gone forever...

With these thoughts in mind, Yan Fei felt much better about the wasted trip and soon received a call from Director Niu. The two settled on a meeting spot and headed directly to the passport service center.

Nowadays, applying for an overseas passport wasn’t very common. Typically, the people doing so had to be considerably capable. Yet even the capable had to follow the procedures. By standard protocol, receiving a passport within a week was considered fast. But when it came to special handling of special matters — in this case, Boss Yan’s affairs — Wan City could provide the necessary privilege.

After taking photos and completing the paperwork, Yan Fei was informed by the staff: "At the latest, the passport will be ready in three days, and someone will deliver it to Boss Yan afterward."

With this done, Yan Fei told Director Niu, "It’s rare for me to come home, so I’d like to hurry back. Brother Niu, I feel really bad about dragging you around all day without even treating you to a meal..."

"Brother Yan, if you keep being so polite, I won’t come next time!" Director Niu said, shoving him along. "Now that you’re in the Provincial City, it’s harder to come back. Hurry up and get going. Our friendship doesn’t hinge on meals — spending time with your parents is what really matters..."

Director Niu, even if younger than Yan Wenhai, was clearly not far off in age. In earlier years, he had been somewhat reserved, but after spending this afternoon together, he was now acting like an old friend — completely at ease with calling each other "brothers."

Such is the nature of human relationships.