Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 806: 802 Conspiracy

Chapter 806: Chapter 802 Conspiracy

The night has fallen, and the streetlights illuminate the county town streets. People coming off work scurry back and forth. Those with some free time either call on friends or relatives, forming groups of three or five to flock to restaurants of all sizes.

The Mingde Hotpot Restaurant is already filled to capacity. Several waves of people approach the counter, asking when tables will become available, and the female owner can only offer accompanied smiles and apologies.

In the pot, the bright red chili oil is bubbling, giving off steaming heat. The diners, sweating profusely, frequently call the waiter to add more water or dishes, while the busy waiters dart around inside and out, occasionally bumping into customers and quickly apologizing, “Sorry, sorry.”

“No worries.” The guest smiles. He is a middle-aged man around forty, with a crew cut and a square face, looking clean and efficient. He approaches the counter and asks, “Ms. Li, business is good, is there any seat left?”

The female owner lifts her head, flashing a charming smile, “Oh, Officer Fan, why are you just arriving! The private room is reserved for you, room 6 on the second floor, your usual spot.”

The man nods and turns to head upstairs.

At the counter, a young man in his twenties who’s been waiting for a while slaps the table, speaking with a sharp tone, “Lady Boss, didn’t you just say there were no empty tables?!”

The chubby guy beside him tugs him aside, “Don’t make a scene, that guy was the chief of the criminal investigation division, we can’t afford to offend him!”

In the second-floor private room, Fan Feipeng sits down and orders dishes for two. The waiter brings the pot, lights the fire, and soon the chili oil inside starts to boil.

Just then, the door to the room is pushed open, and Wang Xianzhong rushes in, plopping down into a chair, “Officer Fan, what’s up, any developments?”

Fan Feipeng takes out his phone and hands it over. Wang Xianzhong takes it and sees the backs of a man and a woman. Confused, he looks up, and Fan Feipeng says, “Scroll forward.”

Wang Xianzhong flicks his fingers across the screen a couple of times; they’re a few hasty pictures, somewhat blurry and poorly angled, but you can still recognize the people in them.

It’s Ye Fan and Mo Xiaoyan.

“Finally caught some dirt!” Wang Xianzhong grins smugly, “I’ll report this right away!”

“What an absolute idiot!” Fan Feipeng thought to himself, though he said aloud, “Brother Wang, don’t rush. Sit down; let’s talk it over while we eat.”

About ten minutes later, Wang Xianzhong puts down his chopsticks, frowning slightly, and says a bit dejectedly, “Given what happened this afternoon, these photos of Ye Fan with Mo Xiaoyan probably don’t amount to much.”

Fan Feipeng takes a sip of beer, nodding, “Even so, on the other hand, they left the office together and then walked along the river for nearly half an hour. Their relationship is certainly not ordinary. Judging from this, our direction isn’t wrong!”

Wang Xianzhong clasps his fists together, his thumbs hooking, with a perverted grin, “A relationship like that?”

“I wouldn’t know that,” Fan Feipeng said, “Since our direction isn’t wrong, my guys won’t return empty-handed.”

The two raised their glasses for a toast.

“You know Wang Qiang, right?” Fan Feipeng suddenly asked.

Wang Xianzhong nodded, “Why?”

Fan Feipeng squinted his eyes slightly, like an old fox. “That guy was detained by your security brigade; during tomorrow’s interrogation, don’t let him easily open his mouth.”

“Heh heh,” Wang Xianzhong chuckled sinisterly, biting hard into a piece of fish tofu, “I get it, even if we can’t trip Ye Fan up, we won’t let him have everything his way.”

After returning from the cosmetics factory, Ye Fan drank the hearty tonic soup made by Wei Ziling, then commenced the Rising Dragon Stance and Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound. Li Zhaojun is now wholly devoted to becoming a celestial, walking further and further. If he doesn’t hasten his cultivation, the gap between them will only widen.

Wei Ziling had gotten accustomed to the noise Ye Fan made; she watched some TV, then went back to her bedroom to sleep. The night passed uneventfully.

The next morning, after having a simple breakfast, Ye Fan drove to the police station.

After sitting down in his office, it wasn’t long before Xu Xiangli knocked and came in, saying, “Leader, Director Zhao is looking for you.”

Ye Fan nodded, “I know, I’ll head over right away.”

What could it be? Ye Fan wondered as he walked to Zhao Lina’s office. He knocked on the door, and Zhao Lina’s voice was heard from inside, “Come in.”

Ye Fan entered the office, gently closing the door behind him, poured himself a glass of water, and asked with a smile, “Lina, what do you need?”

Zhao Lina looked up, asking, “Last night, over at the Mo Yan Group’s cosmetics factory, what happened?”

“That matter?” Ye Fan was a bit surprised, why would Zhao Lina suddenly ask this? Could she possibly know something? That couldn’t be, Ye Fan thought. Nevertheless, he briefly recounted the events, omitting his relationship with Mo Xiaoyan and the matter of investing in Mo Yan Group.

After listening to Ye Fan’s account, Zhao Lina was silent for a moment, then asked, “Why would the president of Mo Yan Group call you directly?”

Here it comes! A chill ran through Ye Fan’s heart, but not a trace of emotion showed on his face as he said, “Back in Hua Hai City, I met her, you could say we’re acquaintances.”

Zhao Lina looked at Ye Fan for a moment longer, then smiled slightly and said, “The Mo Yan Group is crucial for our county’s economic development. The county executive’s office gave instructions this morning. Arrange to send two more patrol cars to the planning area. I have things to handle here, so you can go about your duties.”

So that’s how it is, Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief, set down the water glass, walked over to Zhao Lina, and massaged her temples. “I naturally know how to handle these things; you don’t need to worry. Don’t tire yourself out.”

Zhao Lina made a soft acknowledgment, and once Ye Fan left, she rhythmically tapped her fingers on the desktop. After a moment, she opened a drawer, took out a note with “Holding hands” written on it, and murmured, “Am I overthinking?”

Returning to his office, Ye Fan called in Xu Xiangli, asking, “Xiangli, has there been any results from Wang Qiang’s interrogation?”

“Uh,” Xu Xiangli was a bit puzzled, thinking it was just an ordinary “territorial dispute,” so what result should there be? She asked curiously, “What do you mean by ‘results’, Leader?”

“Someone’s pulling the strings behind Wang Qiang.”

Ye Fan smiled slightly, “Think about it: if Wang Qiang really wanted this business, why didn’t he go to Mo Yan Group in the first place? Why wait till this crucial moment? Also, I checked yesterday, there’s a construction project not far from the cosmetics factory. When Wang Qiang caused trouble, those workers didn’t come to help, clearly not in cahoots with Wang Qiang. Why did Wang Qiang specifically target the cosmetics factory?”

“Maybe it’s just coincidence?” Xu Xiangli said.

Ye Fan shook his head, “When several coincidences pile up, it’s no longer a coincidence. There’s someone targeting Mo Yan Group behind all this.”