61: Chapter 56 [Slapped to Death] 61: Chapter 56 [Slapped to Death] The night was deep, and the moonlight spilled down, casting a serene glow over the Purple Gold Garden wealthy neighborhood, rendering the already quiet area even more tranquil.

Looking around, less than half of the villas in the vast neighborhood were lit up, including the one belonging to Qiao Bazhi.

On this special night, Qiao Bazhi did not go to the casino to oversee operations in person, nor did… even Liu Qin go to the CC Club or the other large nightspots for inspection.

Instead, they all stayed in the villa, accompanying He Fenghua and waiting for results from Wu He.

“Master Eight, it’s almost midnight.

Why haven’t your men sent back any news?

Haven’t they succeeded yet?”

In the villa’s living room, He Fenghua sat on the sofa, leg crossed over knee, gently swaying the glass of red wine in his hand without any intent to drink.

His slightly wrinkled brow as he looked at Qiao Bazhi betrayed a hint of anxiety and a subtle, hard-to-detect worry.

After leaving the police station at noon, he had called Qiao Bazhi, planning to make use of Qiao’s hand to eradicate Ye Fan.

He could have let the He Family bodyguards handle the matter, but murder was always done cleaner by Jianghu People.

Besides, if anything went wrong, it would all fall on Qiao Bazhi, with no connection to him whatsoever.

What He Fenghua had not expected was that, by evening time, Qiao Bazhi had called him, stating that he could deliver Ye Fan’s head that very night and specially invited him over to the villa for dinner.

The dinner was Western cuisine, superior caviar paired with treasured red wine from the Bordeaux region of the European Union, very rich.

Even He Fenghua, who often dined on Western food, had nothing but praise for it.

However—

As time passed, He Fenghua had forgotten the taste of the meal, even finding the fine wine in his glass tasteless now.

At this moment, all he wanted to know was whether that bastard who dared to hit him had already reported to the Yama Palace!

“Young Master He, you’ve forgotten.

You told me you wanted it done cleanly, without leaving a trace.”

Noticing He Fenghua’s anxiety, Qiao Bazhi also felt puzzled, but he didn’t show it.

Instead, he smiled and said, “Don’t worry, my man is from the Jianghu.

Killing that family-named Ye is as easy as killing a chicken.”

Jianghu People?

At those words, He Fenghua’s pupils suddenly dilated, and the worry in his heart vanished without a trace.

As the Heir Apparent of the He Family, although he had never dealt with real Jianghu People, not having tasted pork doesn’t mean not having seen pigs run—he knew what Jianghu People were and understood the significance they carried!

“Since Master Eight says it’s a Jianghu Person you’ve sent out, then I won’t be impatient.”

After a brief moment of surprise, He Fenghua smiled and said, “I wonder if Master Eight could have your man capture that bastard alive for me?”

“What?” Qiao Bazhi laughed upon hearing this, “Does Young Master He want to have some personal fun with that Ye-named man?”

“Hmm.”

He Fenghua sneered and nodded, “Initially, I thought he was quite capable of fighting, so I just wanted him dead.

But now that Master Eight says your Jianghu Person could easily take down that Ye-named mongrel like slaughtering a chicken, catching him alive would be a piece of cake.”

“No problem.”

Qiao Bazhi briskly agreed to He Fenghua’s request and then took out his phone to call Wu He.

“I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unreachable.”

Soon, the call connected, and the pleasant voice of the telephone operator came through the earpiece.

Hm?

Qiao Bazhi couldn’t help but frown.

Seeing this, He Fenghua grew puzzled but refrained from asking more.

Qiao Bazhi, brows furrowed, dialed Wu He’s number again.

The result was the same—still unreachable!

Whoosh!

After failing to contact Wu He two times in a row, Qiao Bazhi’s expression changed dramatically!

“Master Eight, what’s happened?” Seeing this, He Fenghua felt a vague unease and could not help but ask.

“I’m temporarily unable to reach my man.

He might be in action,” replied Qiao Bazhi after some thought.

Although he was puzzled why Wu He’s phone was unreachable, he did not believe Wu He, a ‘Postnatal Great Success’ realm Martial Artist, would encounter any mishaps over such a trivial matter.

After all, Wu He had helped him solve too many…

too many problems!

“Master Eight, do you think that Ye-named bastard might also be a Jianghu Person?”

Despite Qiao Bazhi’s efforts to appear calm, He Fenghua still detected something off in his tone.

His unease spiked sharply, yet he partly believed that besides Ye Fan being a Jianghu Person, there shouldn’t have been any issues.

“That Ye-named guy has just practiced Martial Arts and taken his outer strength to the extreme, but he hasn’t even stepped into the threshold of Martial Arts, not qualifying as a Jianghu Person.”

Qiao Bazhi flatly denied the possibility and then, to reinforce his point, deliberately asked, “And to play devil’s advocate, if he were a Jianghu Person, would he be content to serve as an assistant to a little brat from the Su Family?”

“Master Eight makes an excellent point,” agreed He Fenghua.

Assured by Qiao Bazhi’s words, he put down his wine glass and stood up, saying, “Then I’ll be heading back, patiently waiting for good news from Master Eight.”

“Alright.”

Qiao Bazhi got up to see He Fenghua out, but the image of Ye Fan’s resolved face appeared in his mind, and the thread of unease in his heart remained unquelled.

Meanwhile.

In the study of the Su Family’s No.

1 villa, Su Hongyuan sat at the desk with reading glasses on, holding the He Family’s documents in hand, his expression extremely solemn.

Even though the Su Family had won the first battle against the He Family and successfully secured the “Binhe New District Project,” Su Hongyuan had learned the truth about the situation from Su Yuxin.

That so-called truth directly diluted the joy that victory had brought him.

Because…

he knew very well that such a victory, in terms of the Su and He families’ competition, was like Ye Fan currently treating Su Yuxin’s illness—treating only the symptoms, not the root cause.

It not only failed to be a fatal blow but didn’t even secure an absolute advantage.

In his fantasy, it was Ye Fan using his connections to help the Su Family win this battle!

If that were so, even if they couldn’t inflict a fatal wound on the He Family, they could still impose a significant deterrence on them.

Then, even if He Fenghua truly became Han Guodong’s son-in-law and climbed up the mountain that was Han Guodong, he wouldn’t likely have much impact on the Su Family.

But now, Ye Fan had not utilized his network of connections.

If the He Family were to join forces with their existing network and Han Guodong to launch a fierce counterattack on the Su Family, and if Ye Fan didn’t use his connections to help the Su Family, the Su Family would definitely not have an easy time!

“Bang Bang—”

Just as Su Hongyuan felt an immense pressure, someone knocked on the door of his study.

“Come in.”

Glancing at the time, Su Hongyuan saw that it was past midnight and thought it was Uncle Fu coming to tell him to rest, so he put down the materials in his hands.

Creak!

The door opened at the sound, and Uncle Fu entered the study.

Without waiting for Uncle Fu to speak, Su Hongyuan stood up with a bitter smile, “Uncle Fu, I’m going to sleep now.”

“Master, Doctor Ye is here to see you.”

“Doctor Ye wants to see me?” Su Hongyuan was momentarily stunned at the words, “Where is he?”

“Master, Doctor Ye is in the downstairs hall,” Uncle Fu said.

Hearing Uncle Fu say so, Su Hongyuan didn’t waste any more words.

He quickly walked out of the study, intending to go downstairs to meet Ye Fan rather than putting on airs and asking Ye Fan to come up.

Soon, Su Hongyuan arrived downstairs with Uncle Fu, a full smile on his face, “Divine Doctor Ye, if you need something, just have Yuxin call and tell me.

Why did you come in person?”

“I personally think this matter is quite important and it’s better to discuss it face-to-face,” Ye Fan said earnestly.

“Oh?” Su Hongyuan was taken aback, “Please speak, Divine Doctor Ye.”

“I have obtained evidence of the He Family bribing officials over the years,” Ye Fan did not avoid Uncle Fu, knowing that as the Su Family’s head steward, Uncle Fu was the person Su Hongyuan trusted the most.

Evidence of the He Family bribing officials?!

Compared to Su Yuxin, Su Hongyuan and Uncle Fu were more familiar with the rules of the game and methods of struggle in the world of officials and businessmen.

They understood the implications of what Ye Fan held in his hands even more than Su Yuxin did!

Thus, Ye Fan’s words brought them a shock that was infinitely greater than what Su Yuxin had experienced!

Under the light, they stared at Ye Fan with blank expressions, completely taken aback by the revelation!

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

After a full five seconds, Su Hongyuan finally snapped out of his state of shock.

His whole person became as excited as if he had been injected with adrenaline, confirming, “Ye…

Divine Doctor Ye, are you saying you have evidence of the He Family’s acts of bribery over the years?”

“All here.” Ye Fan directly tossed the black notebook to Su Hongyuan.

Su Hongyuan caught it swiftly, holding it carefully in his palms as if it were a priceless treasure.

“Hu~”

Afterward, Su Hongyuan took a deep breath and steadied himself before slowly opening the notebook.

Looking at the diary entries that resembled a ledger, Su Hongyuan’s eyes shone brightly as he read slowly and earnestly, his heartbeat quickening with excitement…

After reading all the contents, Su Hongyuan’s excitement was incomparable, as if an ordinary person had won five million.

“Mr.

Su, with your means, by leveraging the information in this notebook, it shouldn’t be a problem to bring down the He Family, right?” Ye Fan asked.

Su Hongyuan did not immediately answer Ye Fan’s question but caressed his chest first, trying to slow his racing heart.

“Hu~”

A few seconds later, Su Hongyuan took another deep breath, trying to calm himself, his tone still filled with excitement, “Divine Doctor Ye, once the people from the Disciplinary Committee get their hands on this document, not to mention the He Family, the entire Jiangnan officialdom and business world will be turned upside down!”

“I’m not concerned whether Jiangnan’s officialdom and business world will be turned upside down.

I just want one result—the He Family to be eliminated from the Jiangnan business world!” Ye Fan’s face did not show even a hint of excitement, as if he was talking about something trivial.

As a big shot in the Jiangnan business world, Su Hongyuan was not only well-informed about the Jiangnan officialdom and business world but also had some understanding of the entire Huaxia officialdom.

Initially, Su Hongyuan thought that Ye Fan was bringing out this information because Chu Ji or even the Ye Family behind her was pulling the strings, aiming to undercut Han Guodong, the Bai Family’s representative in Jiangnan.

However, after hearing what Ye Fan had said, he felt that things might not be as he had thought—Ye Fan was only targeting the He Family!

Realizing this, Su Hongyuan suddenly remembered the incident of Ye Fan throwing He Fenghua out of the bidding hall and had an inkling of understanding.

He couldn’t help but ask, “Divine Doctor Ye, did someone from the He Family retaliate against you?”

“Mr.

Su, if a fly kept buzzing around you, what would you do?” Ye Fan responded with a question.

Uh?

Su Hongyuan looked confused, not understanding Ye Fan’s meaning.

“I would slap it dead.

That’s my choice!”

Ye Fan gave his answer.