Chapter 884: Accusing the Warlord and Seeking Justice

chuan feeling very complicated inside. 。The scene from just now is still replaying over and over in my mind. 。At this time, the fat man had another drumstick in his hand, happily gnawing on it. 。Se..."Young Master Yan has spoken, there's only this way to send Ye Fan to the 18th layer of hell. Xiao Yang wouldn't die in vain." When Wang Qiuyang said this, a flash of hatred suddenly appeared in his eyes. He sacrificed so much, he absolutely couldn't let Ye Fan live.

Xiao Zhou visibly took a step back after seeing the boss's gaze, and his hand unconsciously loosened. Wang Qiu Yang didn't say another word, simply pulled off the needle with a jerk and threw it away.

Little Zhou stared with wide eyes as the blood dripped from the pipe, drop by drop, into Xiaoyang's body. When the flow finally ceased, Xiaoyang's face contorted in pain once more. He let out a series of incoherent, strange cries, as if undergoing some unbearable torment. This sound, echoing in the ears of the two men standing nearby, sent shivers down their spines. Their hearts pounded in their chests, gripped by a mixture of fear and dread.

Wang Xiaoyang, who was struggling in pain, seemed to understand something all of a sudden. His eyes looked at Wang Qiuyang with despair, an expression that made Wang Qiuyang unable to meet his gaze. Instead, he cried out, "Xiaoyang, just bear with it for a while, all the pain will be over soon."

Wang Xiaoyang suddenly exerted all his strength and hugged the bag of platelets tightly, as if he also knew that only with this thing could he not die.

Wang Qiuyang endured the immense pain in his heart and cruelly pried open Xiaoyang's hand. Xiaoyang was clearly weakening, how could he possibly have the strength to fight Wang Qiuyang for platelets

When Wang Xiaoyang was pushed to the ground by Wang Qiuyang, he completely stopped breathing. His eyes were wide open, lifeless like a dead fish, staring straight at Wang Qiuyang, seemingly unwilling to die in peace.

Xiao Zhou stared blankly at all this, it came too suddenly, he didn't even have time to react, his body and his spirit had both completely collapsed.

"Xiaoyang, just go," Wang Qiuyang stroked Wang Xiaoyang's face, but Wang Xiaoyang's eyes remained tightly shut.

Yan Wuque's long-awaited phone call finally rang, but Yan kept his hand busy, continuing to paint with his ink. He believed that his grandson had already waited for the answer he wanted.

As expected, after a while, Yan Wuque came back with his phone, clearly elated.

"Grandpa, Wang Qiuyang just called. Wang Xiaoyang is really dead," Yan Wuque was extremely excited because he was about to see Ye Fan being played with in his palm.

“Wu Que, you really shouldn’t be so excited.” Compared to Wu Que’s excitement, Yan Xiaoti seemed relatively calm. He had seen many storms and waves, and said that the grandson's temperament had improved slightly, but now he couldn't help but feel restless again.

“Yes, Grandpa.” Yan Wuque forcibly suppressed the racing of his heart from excitement and adjusted his mood. “No matter the outcome of tomorrow’s clash between Wang Qiuyang and Ye Fan, we can use Wang Xiaoyang's death to our advantage. Even if Ye Fan possesses the Dragon Scale Medal, he won’t be able to escape this disaster.”

"One mustn't jump to conclusions too quickly. We should still consider all possible solutions and prepare for every contingency." Yan Xiaoti remained as calm and composed as ever, unfazed by the weight of the situation.

"Grandfather, do you mean there might be unforeseen circumstances this time" Yan Wuque couldn't figure out what other connections he hadn't thought of.

"Let's see what happens tomorrow. Remember this, Wu Que, no matter the time or situation, don't jump to conclusions easily. Because things often take dramatic turns when you think there shouldn't be a problem. You'll understand this gradually."

Yan Wuque looked at his grandfather's calm demeanor, thoughtfully. Could it be that his carefully laid plan was still missing something

The next morning, Ye Fan was woken by a cacophony of footsteps. He looked at the time, it was only half past six. What on earth was going on

Could it be Wang Qiuyang who came What fast movements.

Ye Fan let out a cold snort in his heart, I want to meet this highest authority in Linhai City, and see what makes him so extraordinary.

What surprised Ye Fan was that the person who entered his room was a beautiful figure, to be precise, Luo Xueyan.

"Xue Yan, why are you so flustered Is something wrong" Ye Fan looked at her anxious expression and was puzzled.

But Luo Xueyan didn't care about him so much, instead urging Ye Fan: "Get up quickly, and slip away from the back door, quickly."

Ye Fan was startled and said, "Why Could it be someone from the Wang family I was just going to meet Wang Qiuyang."

Luo Xueyan was so anxious she was about to cry, but now she didn't have time to explain to Ye Fan. She hurriedly changed his shoes for him, her movements were gentle and skilled, very much like a good wife.

Ye Fan quietly watched Luo Xueyan busy herself for him, smelling her faint fragrance. This scene reminded Ye Fan of his wife tidying him up before he went to work.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise of footsteps outside. When Luo Xueyan heard the sound, her face changed drastically. Her hand, which had been straightening Ye Fan's clothes, trembled involuntarily.

Ye Fan saw her expression clearly and looked at her strangely, asking: "What's wrong with Xueyan"

But Luo Xueyan did not answer her, a woman's voice filled with anger had already come over, “Who are you and why are you appearing in our house What is your relationship with her and Ayan”

Ye Fan looked up and saw a middle-aged woman standing angrily in front of him, with her hips on her waist and swearing.

Ye Fan's mind immediately flashed this sentence: who the heck is this three-eight

However, the words died in his throat before they could be uttered. He looked at the middle-aged woman with piercing eyes, and her expression seemed to bear a resemblance to Luo Xueyan's. Ye Fan immediately reached this conclusion: she was Luo Xueyan's mother.

"Hello, mother-in-law," Ye Fan said with a smile to Luo's mother.

Luo's anger subsided somewhat. After all, people say you shouldn't hit a smiling face. Seeing the young man's bright smile, she couldn't help but get angry. She just gave him a cold look and said, "You haven't answered my question yet."

This also enraged Mother Luo. Early in the morning, she heard that last night, Ah Yan had brought a man back and kept him overnight. This immediately infuriated Mother Luo. Her daughter was supposed to marry into the Wang family! You know, her father-in-law was still waiting for Wang QiuYang to give the word before they could proceed with the arrangement.

If the young master of the Wang family found out about this, there would be no good words to say. That young master has a very small mind, who knows what kind of outrageous things he would do.

Now seeing her daughter so intimately close to this man only confirmed the rumors circulating among people, claiming that this man was her daughter's husband. It was simply inappropriate! Even if they were sweethearts, why would he be brought home so casually

Besides, she's still living at her father's place during this very turbulent time. Their house is already chaotic enough, doesn't she have enough free time to stir up more trouble

So, along the way, Mother Luo came in anger to demand an explanation.or him. 。This guy is incredibly talented and comes from a very powerful family. Even if he makes a huge mess, as long as he doesn't cause any real harm, he won't be seriously punished. 。He Jianhou cl...