Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 354 - 354 350 Torturing Long Aotian Part 2

354: Chapter 350: Torturing Long Aotian (Part 2) 354: Chapter 350: Torturing Long Aotian (Part 2) Long Aotian knew he couldn’t deceive Ye Fan about this matter, and because it was an unspoken truth, he had no choice but to answer, “Yes.”

Ye Fan snorted coldly and asked, “Was it Xiao Yichen who told you about my relationship with Li Zhaojun?”

“Yes,” Long Aotian said.

“Do you really believe that trash Xiao Yichen?” Ye Fan said mockingly, “That I’m just an ordinary retired soldier, then mooching off the Li Zhaojun Group?” He continued disdainfully, “Your intelligence is truly worrisome!”

Long Aotian couldn’t help but widen his eyes and said, “Aren’t you?”

“Do you know what my surname is?” Ye Fan asked with a mocking gaze.

“You’re Ye Fan…

Ah!

Could it be you’re from the Ye family?” Long Aotian exclaimed with a drastic change in color, disbelief written all over his face.

Then he reacted, immediately denying, “No, there’s no such person in the Ye family!”

Although the Long family wielded no small influence, it paled in comparison to the Ye family.

If Long Aotian was called a certain respectful term by outsiders of the Forty-Nine City circle, then he would have to address the young members of the Ye family by that respectful term within the inner circle.

To get along in the Forty-Nine City circle, and to do well, one must certainly understand which figures must be respected and absolutely not offended.

Therefore, he was very clear about the main and secondary characters of the younger generation of the Ye family, but he had never heard the name Ye Fan.

Ye Fan let out a scornful cold laugh.

Realizing he might have crossed someone he absolutely couldn’t afford to offend, Long Aotian dared not be careless.

His brain worked in overdrive, pondering over all the possible backgrounds of Ye Fan.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and his face turned deathly pale as he cried out, “You…

you’re the son of Ye Guohua, the third elder of the Ye family?!”

Ye Guohua, one of the core members of the Ye family, and his son had always been a mystery in the Forty-Nine City circle; almost no one knew him.

Even the lesser significant branches of the Ye family had never seen the son of Ye Guohua.

“Hmph, you’re not completely stupid,” Ye Fan humphed coldly.

Learning that Ye Fan was indeed a legitimate descendant of the third generation of the Ye family, and moreover, the son of Ye Guohua, Long Aotian was so terrified he felt as if his soul had departed his body, his whole body went cold, and his mind went blank.

After a moment, he regained his senses and began kowtowing to Ye Fan, hitting his forehead so hard that it bled profusely.

He didn’t even dare to plead out loud.

In his heart, he was full of regrets, wishing he could bash his head in and be done with it; how could he have ordered an attack on the crown prince of the Ye family?

It was more than seeking death.

Let alone Ye Fan killing him now and his family not even daring to let out a whimper, if Ye Fan spared him now, once his family found out, they would definitely send him straight to the Ye family, letting them deal as they please and even prepare a generous gift to apologize.

Ye Fan’s face remained cold and unmoved by Long Aotian kowtowing so furiously that blood was spattered all over the floor.

Thud, thud, thud…

Long Aotian kowtowed desperately, hoping his pleading would elicit even a sliver of mercy from Ye Fan.

He didn’t know how long he had been kowtowing for, but just as Long Aotian felt he was about to really crack his skull open, he suddenly heard several shouts from outside.

“Young Master Long!”

“Ye Fan!

How dare you, let Young Master Long go!”

He knew his two personal bodyguards and Zhou Jianping had returned, but he didn’t dare to slow down the pace of his kowtowing.

Without Ye Fan instructing him to stop, he didn’t dare to cease.

Ye Fan lifted his eyelids, watching Zhou Jianping and the three others with faces drastically changing, both shocked and furious as they rushed in from the front door and then surrounded him with nervous expressions.

Ye Fan’s gaze swept over the faces of Zhou Jianping and his two companions, finally fixing intensely on Zhou Jianping.

Zhou Jianping, stared down by Ye Fan, felt the pores all over his body stand on end as his hair bristled like a hedgehog’s spines, and he stepped back twice with a feeling of immense danger, sweat breaking out on his back.

“You, you are at the mid-stage of Dark Energy!” Zhou Jianping said, his throat dry.

Ye Fan withdrew his gaze, landing on Long Aotian who kept kowtowing nonstop, and spoke indifferently, “Stop it.”

Hearing this, Long Aotian, as if granted amnesty, ceased his kowtowing, not minding the blood streaming all over his face from his forehead, and joyfully exclaimed, “Thank you, Master Ye!

Thank you, Master Ye!”

Ye Fan paid no attention to Long Aotian, his eyes returning to Zhou Jianping and the other two, and commanded coolly, “You’ve come back just in time.

I don’t want to dirty my hands, so you three dispose of Long Aotian.

Break an arm and a leg, and remember, one leg must be crippled forever.”

Enraged by these words, Zhou Jianping shouted furiously, “Ye Fan, don’t be too arrogant!

Young Master Long is the heir of the Long family.

If you dare harm a single hair on him, the Long family will make sure you have no resting place in death, and they will take down your whole family!”

Ye Fan gave a cold, cruel laugh, suddenly kicked out, and Long Aotian, who had been at his feet, let out a miserable scream as he was sent flying.

“I am being arrogant, what are you going to do about it?!” Ye Fan said coldly.

As Long Aotian was kicked away, Zhou Jianping and the other two quickly caught his body, delighted.

With the hostage out of Ye Fan’s hands, they finally could breathe easily.

After helping up Long Aotian, Zhou Jianping asked with concern, “Young Master Long, are you alright?”

Slap!

Zhou Jianping was suddenly struck across the face, a burning pain spreading across his cheek, and he stared at Long Aotian, shocked and perplexed.

Beside him, Ah Yang and Ah Jian were also stunned, both thinking, “Could it be that Young Master Long was driven mad by the kowtowing?”

Immediately after, they heard Long Aotian furiously curse, “Who gave you the damned gall to speak to Master Ye like that?

Get on your knees right now, kowtow to Master Ye, and beg for his forgiveness!”

Zhou Jianping and the others’ eyes widened further, incredulous, “Young Master Long, are you, are you…”

Slap!

Long Aotian delivered another powerful slap, and Zhou Jianping’s other cheek instantly swelled with the imprint of a hand.

“Still talking back?

Get down!

Kneel!

All of you *** kneel down!

And you two as well!” Long Aotian’s eyes were bloodshot as he hysterically screamed.

Having barely been spared by Ye Fan, who mercifully decided to only cripple one leg, you dare to mess things up and provoke Ye Fan, the killing star, with anger again!

Naturally, Zhou Jianping and the three had no intention to kneel as ordered, assuming Long Aotian had lost his mind due to Ye Fan’s beating.

Seeing Zhou Jianping and the three disregard his command, Long Aotian became furiously eager to continue slapping their faces.

The three, having realized what was happening, quickly retreated a few steps, causing Long Aotian to miss his strike.

After chasing Zhou Jianping around for a bit, Long Aotian obviously could not hit him.

He stopped, turned around, fell to his knees with a “thump” towards Ye Fan, then crawled to the feet of Ye Fan, begging as he kowtowed, “Master Ye, they are unaware of your status, I beg you to be magnanimous and not take your anger out on me…”

Ye Fan said indifferently, “Roll over there, have them break both your legs and an arm, with one leg permanently crippled.”

“Yes, yes, thank you for your mercy, Master Ye.” Long Aotian exclaimed happily, rolling immediately towards Zhou Jianping and his companions.

Then, he lay on the ground, limbs outstretched, and yelled at Zhou Jianping and the others, “Hurry!

Break both my legs and an arm.

Remember, one leg must be crippled!”