Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 480 - 480 476 Picking Fights and Beating People Up

480: Chapter 476: Picking Fights and Beating People Up 480: Chapter 476: Picking Fights and Beating People Up The next day, Monday, although Ye Fan had already made up his mind to divorce Li Zhaojun, he still went to report to Emali Group.

Since it was Monday, Li Zhaojun routinely called Ye Fan and Wang Siyan into the office to arrange the work tasks for the coming week.

Seeing Li Zhaojun again after two days, still with her cold demeanor, Ye Fan felt his mood worsen.

After assigning the tasks, Li Zhaojun unexpectedly asked Ye Fan to stay behind for a talk.

With no one else around, Ye Fan walked straight to the sofa and sat down, waiting for Li Zhaojun to speak.

Li Zhaojun didn’t say much, just walked over and sat down on another sofa.

“Whatever it is, just say it,” Ye Fan said lazily, having had enough.

“Haven’t you decided to give the old man a collectible classic firearm as a gift?

Did you find it last weekend?” Li Zhaojun asked.

Ye Fan frowned slightly, a little unclear about Li Zhaojun’s intentions.

Last Friday, wasn’t she very angry?

Now it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Seeing that Ye Fan didn’t speak, Li Zhaojun said, “Yesterday, I inquired a bit, and it seems that at the charity auction held by Yun Qi last Saturday night, a Browning pistol produced in 1906 was auctioned off.

That pistol would be very suitable as a birthday gift, but I couldn’t find out who bought it in time.”

“It was me,” Ye Fan said indifferently.

Li Zhaojun’s eyes brightened slightly, and she nodded, “So we’ve already prepared two gifts, which means we’re only short two more.

Now we don’t have much time left; we need to return to the Forty-Nine City by next Thursday.”

“It’s just one more,” Ye Fan said, “When we return to the Forty-Nine City, we’ll buy a ‘Perpetual Green’ landscape plate as a symbolic birthday present.”

Then, the two discussed the birthday gifts for five or six minutes.

After finishing the discussion, as Ye Fan was about to get up and leave, Li Zhaojun suddenly asked, “Where are you staying now?”

Ye Fan was taken aback, truly a bit puzzled about what Li Zhaojun was trying to do.

Hesitating a little, Ye Fan said, “Dingsheng International Hotel.”

“Oh,” Li Zhaojun responded, not continuing the conversation.

Ye Fan waited for a while and, feeling a bit intolerant, asked, “Why suddenly ask this?”

“Nothing much,” Li Zhaojun said flatly, “I just wanted to know where my husband was staying, that’s all.”

How could those words sound so wistful?

Ye Fan’s brow furrowed, but looking at Li Zhaojun’s expression, it remained so calm and cool; there wasn’t a trace of wistfulness.

“Indeed, how could this kind of woman be wistful?” Ye Fan mocked himself inwardly.

The two sat in silence opposite each other for a while, until Ye Fan finally said, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving.”

With that, he stood up and left.

Ye Fan returned to his desk, turned on his computer, but he didn’t go online; instead, he sat there lost in thought.

At eleven-thirty, Ye Fan left the office, got into his car, and drove away from Emali Group.

Driving his car, Ye Fan was somewhat distracted due to his worries.

As he approached the first intersection near the Emali Group, suddenly a commercial van hurtled through the intersection towards him.

Ye Fan jolted awake and quickly surmised that it could be Caesar trying to assassinate him, so he desperately swung the steering wheel aside, veering the car out of the way.

Although the car he was driving appeared to be a regular sedan on the surface, it had actually been modified for enhanced performance, surpassing that of a typical sports car—thus, he managed to swerve away from the otherwise unavoidable collision with the van, crashing onto the concrete flowerbed in the middle of the road with a thud.

Due to the heavy traffic, Ye Fan’s car came to a forced stop after hitting the cement flowerbed in the middle of the road.

Without hesitation, Ye Fan immediately got out of the car.

As a master of hidden strength, he knew standing on the ground was far safer than sitting inside the car.

Contrary to expectations, the commercial van did not continue its collision course with Ye Fan’s vehicle.

Instead, it abruptly halted, and the doors flung open, releasing a burly middle-aged man with a pugnacious face.

“What the fuck!

Kid, how the hell do you drive?

You nearly got us all killed!” The menacing middle-aged man pointed at Ye Fan and cursed, then gestured with his hand and shouted, “Brothers, beat him to death!”

Five or six brawny men rushed out of the van without saying a word and charged toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan scrutinized the seven attackers closing in on him with a steely gaze.

Although they looked fierce, to him, they were nothing more than ordinary people, not even close to the nation’s top assassin, Caesar.

Still, it was clear these men were intentionally starting a fight, and they had given him quite the scare.

Thus, with a cold laugh, Ye Fan showed no mercy.

In the blink of an eye, he left the seven burly men battered and spitting blood on the ground.

“Talk!

Who sent you after me?” Ye Fan demanded, his foot pressing down on the chest of the leading middle-aged man.

The leader coughed up blood and gasped, “No one…

no one sent us…

if you dare, kill me in public!”

Ye Fan chuckled coldly, “I obviously won’t kill you.

However, I could easily stomp on your groin.

I’m curious to see what’s more important to you—keeping your employer’s information or losing your ability to perform as a man.”

Ye Fan lifted his foot from the chest of the man and moved it towards the man’s groin instead.

The leader cried out in panic, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk!

It was Meng Zhanpeng, the Crown Prince of Liyang Group!”

Halting his stomping motion, Ye Fan kicked the man away and mused to himself, “Meng Zhanpeng?

That name sounds familiar.

Oh right, seems he’s one of An Qifang’s cronies.”

However, he had no time to ponder further, as the sound of police sirens wailing in the distance grew closer.

Ye Fan took out his phone and leisurely found Zhao Lina’s number, then called her.

Since An Qiye and others had instructed people from the underworld to collide with his car and then used it as a pretense to attack him, it was possible that An Qiye had back-up plans involving the police to set him up.

A wise man does not stand under a collapsing wall, and he did not want to be caught and manipulated by the police, with the truth being twisted by his enemies in the short term.

Zhao Lina picked up Ye Fan’s call and immediately said, “I’m on my way.

Do not leave the scene with other officers easily.”

“Heh, got it,” Ye Fan replied with ease.

After ending the call, it wasn’t long before the police cars finally arrived on the scene.

However, the first to arrive weren’t the police, but the traffic officers.

Upon their arrival, the traffic police immediately set up barriers, took pictures, measured, and collected evidence at the scene.

Ye Fan was quite cooperative.

From a traffic accident perspective, the fault lay entirely with those underworld gang members.

Around five or six minutes later, the police arrived officially.

After stalling for seven or eight minutes, Ye Fan finally saw Zhao Lina arrive at the scene, dressed impressively in her police uniform, followed by seven or eight other officers.