130: Chapter 130: The Fourth Master’s Nemesis 130: Chapter 130: The Fourth Master’s Nemesis The second update!

The night was as dark as ink, the crescent moon hanging high.

A figure suddenly appeared on the perimeter of Tianhua Villa, its shadow elongated by the light.

A sporadic flame flickered on and off in the darkness.

According to the information provided by Fang He, the boss had arrived at his son’s residence that night.

Tianhua Villa was not only secluded but also heavily guarded, rumored to be protected by several masters.

The boss had spared no effort in protecting his son.

In a luxurious room of the villa, a woman lay quietly on a soft, large bed.

“Lan Yahui, you’ve finally fallen into my hands.

After tonight, you’ll be my woman.

I will reclaim the humiliation I suffered that day at the university.” It turned out that the man and woman were none other than Zhang Wanda and Lan Yahui, whom Ye Chenfeng had encountered that day at Jiangnan University.

Infuriatingly, Zhang Wanda had actually kidnapped Lan Yahui, a plan he had long conceived.

First, he had called Lan Yahui’s roommate to lure her out, then tampered with her drink…

At that moment, Zhang Wanda no longer possessed the dignified air of a rich young master but resembled a fierce and horrifying beast, staring at Lan Yahui with burning eyes, as if he wanted to devour her alive!

“Lan Yahui, rest assured, if I can’t have your heart, I will possess your body, and make you never forget me for the rest of your life!” Zhang Wanda was nearly losing himself, “Why that poor boy?

You are destined to be mine!”

“Young Master, the boss is here!”

Just as Zhang Wanda was about to take the next step, a voice suddenly rang out from outside.

“What does this old guy want?

Disrupting my mood!”

Zhang Wanda’s fiery enthusiasm was forcibly extinguished, and he left the room disinterestedly shortly after.

“You’re here?” In the hall, Zhang Wanda asked listlessly.

Sitting on the sofa in the hall was a man with a crew cut, a square face, and a face full of fierce flesh.

His eyes, triangular and full of cunning and calculation, shifted beneath iron balls he twirled in his hand.

This man was the boss, enveloped in a fog that made it impossible to see his true thoughts.

The boss eyed Zhang Wanda indifferently and inquired, “Wanda, I heard you brought someone home tonight?”

“So what?

Is it any of your business?” Zhang Wanda replied nonchalantly.

“You…

haven’t I always told you to be careful, especially with women?

So as not to bring trouble upon yourself, not knowing even how you might die!” the boss warned.

Indeed, Fang He could pinpoint Zhang Wanda’s location precisely because he had kidnapped Lan Yahui.

“Haha, aren’t you capable?

Who would dare touch me here?

Wouldn’t that be a slap in the face to you, boss?

How formidable our boss is!” Zhang Wanda taunted.

“Ah, it’s all my fault.

I’ve spoiled you.

I tried to make up for the guilt I felt towards your mother, all my fault!” the boss sighed deeply.

“Don’t mention my mother, you’re not worthy!” Zhang Wanda suddenly shouted.

“Alright, alright, we won’t mention her.

The girl you brought home tonight, she’s the one you fancy, isn’t she?

But why didn’t you woo her openly?”

It turned out the boss had placed a spy by Zhang Wanda’s side, who kept him well informed about Zhang Wanda’s affairs.

“Heh, openly?

Did you ever woo anyone openly?

You don’t need to meddle in my affairs!”

The boss looked extremely embarrassed, “It was my fault for acting impulsively while drunk back then, but later I genuinely loved your mother!”

“Pah, you love her but you dare not even recognize me, leaving others to think of me as an illegitimate child without parents!” Zhang Wanda vented all his dissatisfaction with the boss.

“Wanda, I hid your identity to protect you.

To protect you, I only dared to see you once a month!” the boss pleaded earnestly.

“Alright, you’ve seen for yourself, it’s time for you to leave?

I still have things to do!” Zhang Wanda said, effectively sending his own father away.

“This child!” The boss looked at the retreating figure of Zhang Wanda and felt an indescribable bitterness.

Their meetings were always like this.

An imposing crime lord, feared by none, but his only son, Zhang Wanda, elicited an unspeakable tenderness from him.

…

With a terrible smile, Zhang Wanda slowly adjusted the angle of the camera, using a total of four cameras from four corners aimed at the head of the bed, nearly 360 degrees without dead spots.

“As my father used to say, forget about true love; what matters most for a man is the strength of his fists,” Zhang Wanda scoffed.

But just then.

“Boom!”

A thunderous blast echoed as the room’s door was kicked open by someone, falling heavily to the ground with a loud crash.