Chapter Fifty-Six: Family Members Fighting Each Other

Yang Yuqing paid no attention to Zhao Fan’s words. She studied him carefully, then frowned and asked, "Have you been to the hospital?"

"I have," he replied, his tone flat and understated. The atmosphere grew tense and stagnant.

As time slipped by, Yang Yuqing pressed her lips together, uneasy. "Well, it's getting late. I'll head back now."

"Thank you."

She paused, puzzled. "What?"

Zhao Fan said, "Thank you for coming."

A young woman venturing out so late just to check if he was alright—setting aside all other reasons, Zhao Fan was genuinely moved.

Yang Yuqing responded, "No need to thank me. I was just passing by."

"Alright, you were just passing by." There was a hint of indulgence in Zhao Fan's voice.

Yang Yuqing grew even more uncomfortable. "I—I'll go now."

"Wait, do you have a driver?"

She stopped again. "No."

Zhao Fan showed disapproval. "How can you go out alone so late? What if something happened?"

Glancing back, Zhao Fan signaled her to wait. "Let me take you home."

He pressed the switch to close the main gate, and just as he did, a taxi drove by. He hailed it.

"Come on, I’ll take you home."

"Alright."

Outside the Yang family’s gate, Zhao Fan watched Yang Yuqing enter before instructing the taxi driver to leave.

At the same time, he resolved to buy a car the next day.

Yet, when dawn arrived, Zhao Fan shelved that plan. He had no choice—he still didn’t have a driver’s license, so even if he bought one, he couldn’t use it.

Setting the matter aside, Zhao Fan found Chen Jianyu and dragged him to a small restaurant outside the hospital.

"There’s been some trouble at my supermarket. I need more hands. Can you see if you have anyone capable? Have them go over for a while."

Chen Jianyu quickly zeroed in, "Trouble? Is it related to the injury on your face?"

Zhao Fan nodded. "Have you heard of the Dragon Society?"

"Was your supermarket trashed by Da Long?" Chen Jianyu blurted out the name Qinglong.

From his reaction, Zhao Fan was certain Chen Jianyu not only knew the Dragon Society but also Da Long.

Knowing him was good—it made things easier to handle.

"Yes, a few days ago he trashed my supermarket. I’d just cleaned up, and yesterday he brought a group to blockade it…"

Zhao Fan recounted what had happened, touching his lips as a cold glint flashed in his eyes. Since his rebirth, it was the first time he’d suffered such a loss.

Watching him, Chen Jianyu broke out in a cold sweat. "So, um…"

"What is it?"

"Could we let this matter go?"

Zhao Fan lowered his hand. "Why?"

"Da Long is actually one of my people," Chen Jianyu confessed, bracing himself.

Zhao Fan stared at him in disbelief.

"It’s hard to believe, but Da Long really is my man," Chen Jianyu insisted.

Zhao Fan couldn’t help but touch his lips again, feeling the pain in his wound intensify.

What did they call it—when the flood sweeps the Dragon King’s temple? This was exactly that.

Chen Jianyu felt guilty; he hadn’t expected things would escalate to this point.

"A couple days ago, Da Long mentioned he’d taken on a job…" Chen Jianyu’s voice faded.

Zhao Fan rubbed his forehead. "Stop. I don’t want to hear any more."

If he kept listening, he’d end up ill from anger.

His own people attacking each other—if word got out, he’d be a laughingstock.

"Go call Da Long over. There are things I need to ask."

"Alright."

Half an hour later, Da Long entered the restaurant.

"Brother Yu, why did you suddenly… Oh, you’re here?" Da Long’s voice cut off abruptly, then rose in panic as he stared at Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think I’m here?"

Da Long glanced at Zhao Fan, then at Chen Jianyu. "Hic!"

He was so frightened he hiccupped.

"Brother Yu, hic, I didn’t, hic…"

Zhao Fan’s lips twitched. Was he really that intimidating?

Chen Jianyu half-covered his face. "Sit down first."

"Hic, alright."

Because Da Long couldn’t stop hiccupping, their conversation paused for a while.

Eventually, Da Long managed to stop, his face tightly drawn.

"There’s one thing I need to clarify—I didn’t know you knew Brother Yu. It’s my fault. I apologize, I’m sorry."

He abruptly stood, bowing ninety degrees to Zhao Fan.

Chen Jianyu couldn’t help but cover his face again.

"Da Long, sit down."

Da Long looked up, responded, and obediently sat.

Zhao Fan’s lips twitched again. Da Long looked… so foolish.

Chen Jianyu felt the same way, but since Da Long was his man, he could only pretend not to notice and took the initiative to change the subject.

"Da Long, who hired you to trash the supermarket?"

"It was Brother Tiger."

"You mean Wang Dahuo?"

Da Long nodded honestly. "That’s him. Not long ago, he came to me suddenly, said he had a money-making job, and I agreed. After that, I trashed his supermarket."

Wang Dahuo.

Zhao Fan frowned slightly. He didn’t know Wang Dahuo, not even who he was. Why would Wang Dahuo hire Da Long to target his supermarket?

"What’s Wang Dahuo’s background?"

"Nothing much, like me—he’s gathered a bunch of guys around him, just a gang."

Chen Jianyu didn’t mind the word "gang," stating it frankly.

"If there’s a difference, it’s that Wang Dahuo commands more men, holds more territory, and knows more influential people."

Zhao Fan said, "From what you’re saying, you’re outmatched on all fronts by Wang Dahuo."

Chen Jianyu sighed, "Yes."

It was the truth, impossible to deny.

Zhao Fan didn’t care about Chen Jianyu’s answer; his mind lingered on the point about Wang Dahuo knowing more influential people.

There was no reason for Wang Dahuo to target him, and he’d gone out of his way to have Da Long do it.

"Fan, what are you thinking about?"

Zhao Fan snapped back, noticing Chen Jianyu’s changed address and smiled faintly.

"I’m thinking about Wang Dahuo’s motives."

"What motive could there be? He just didn’t want to get involved himself, so he made Da Long take the blame."

To be honest, when Chen Jianyu learned of the matter, a chill ran through him.

He’d helped Zhao Fan a few times and knew Zhao Fan wasn’t easy to deal with. If the Dragon Society provoked the wrong person, the consequences could be…

The thought made Chen Jianyu shudder.

"Fan, the losses from Da Long’s actions…"

"Don’t worry. I won’t let my own people shoulder that loss. Tell me, if you faced Wang Dahuo head-on, what are the Dragon Society’s chances?"

Chen Jianyu hesitated. "Fan, are you planning to take on Wang Dahuo with the Dragon Society?"

"Exactly. After being slapped in the face, I can’t just let it go."

Chen Jianyu frowned. "But the truth is, the Dragon Society can’t beat Wang Dahuo’s crew."

"Why is that?"

"Wang Dahuo has several retired boxers, and quite a few people from martial arts schools."

"People from martial arts schools?"