Chapter 95

    Chapter 95: I’m Your Neighbor, My Name is Jiang

    At 8 PM, at the Zhou family mansion.

    Xiao Fan, still groggy from his unconscious state, gradually came to his senses. Shaking his head to clear the fog, he struggled to get up from the ground.

    “Look, the useless son-in-law is awake,” a woman nearby sneered disdainfully as she saw Xiao Fan stirring.

    “Your wife ran off with someone else. You might as well be dead, you useless son-in-law.”

    Xiao Fan’s mind raced as he recalled the last thing he saw before passing out – Jiang Che leading Zhou Lingxi out of the Zhou family’s door. A bad premonition surged through him, and he quickly took out his phone to call Zhou Lingxi.

    ...

    At the Emperor International Hotel, Zhou Lingxi frowned at the caller ID on her phone. Just as she was about to decline the call, Jiang Che stopped her.

    “Answer it...”

    With a blush, Zhou Lingxi hesitated upon hearing Jiang Che’s words. Although she despised Xiao Fan, he was still her husband in name. Reluctantly, she answered the call.

    Xiao Fan, noticing the call had gone through, quickly asked, “Wife, where are you? That scoundrel Jiang Che didn’t do anything to you, did he?”

    “No...”

    “Are you coming home now?” Xiao Fan asked, somewhat puzzled.

    “Not yet... I’m negotiating a business deal worth billions. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now.”

    With that, Zhou Lingxi ended the call abruptly, fearing she might give herself away if she continued. Xiao Fan, looking at his phone that had been hung up on, felt something was amiss but chose not to question it further.

    He decided to head back to their home in Tianxiang Garden to wait for Zhou Lingxi and discuss things face to face.

    ...

    “What kind of mishaps?” Xiao Fan frowned, clearly displeased. “Damn it, what’s going on recently? Why is nothing going right?” he grumbled.

    “Our brothers were all killed by the Vice Lord’s people in a maritime area outside Jiuzhou Country...”

    “What!” Xiao Fan stood up abruptly, looking at Yang Gaofei in disbelief. “They’re all dead?”

    “Yes.” Yang Gaofei nodded woodenly, conveying the stark reality.

    “Also, Elder Leng sent a message. The vice hall master is expected to arrive in Jiuzhou Country tonight. Elder Leng advised you to be cautious, as the her cultivation has significantly improved since her last emergence.”

    “Good! Good Alice! You forced my hand. This time, I’ll make sure you never return!” Xiao Fan was utterly enraged. “How many of our brothers do we have in the capital?”

    “A few dozen, spread across various industries,” Yang Gaofei thought for a moment before responding. Most of their people were at Shura Hall, their base of operations.

    “Notify our brothers to gather at the eastern outskirts forest at ten tonight.”

    “Yes,” Yang Gaofei complied respectfully and went off to relay the instructions. He knew Xiao Fan was truly furious, and a bloody battle was inevitable tonight.

    ...............

    Just as Yang Gaofei stepped out of the room, he was suddenly pulled into the room next door.

    “What do you want?” Yang Gaofei asked warily, recognizing Jiang Che, the young man who had cuckolded their hall master.

    “I want to make a deal with you. Don’t be nervous, have a seat,” Jiang Che said, patting Yang Gaofei’s shoulder and motioning him to sit opposite.

    “What kind of deal do you want to make, Mr. Jiang?” Yang Gaofei asked, full of suspicion.

    “Help me get rid of Xiao Fan, and when Alice takes over, you’ll be the vice hall master of the Shura Hall,” Jiang Che offered, painting a tempting picture for Yang Gaofei.

    “You must be joking, Mr. Jiang. I won’t betray our Lord,” Yang Gaofei retorted coldly, standing up to leave.

    “Do you think you can leave?” Jiang Che chuckled coldly. As he spoke, Yang Gaofei’s face suddenly contorted in pain, feeling as if countless ants were gnawing inside his chest.

    He broke out in a cold sweat and wanted to scream, but Jiang Che quickly sealed his mute acupoint. Yang Gaofei could only whimper in agony, his forehead beaded with sweat, his expression etched with excruciating pain.