Chapter 698 - 550: Shut Him Up! (4)_4
For Ye Congjun, the number of youngsters who could face him calmly was as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. How could those following Ye Jizu possibly hold their composure?
The rat-eyed middle-aged man immediately dropped to his knees, wailing, "Elder Ye, Ancestor Ye, this has nothing to do with me! I’m just a middleman! From beginning to end, I had no idea about any of the details! I... I... I really don’t even know who the client is. I was only responsible for connecting them and collecting a commission. I never asked about anything else!"
Indeed, if he had known this assassination involved the Ye Family and Qin Fan, he wouldn’t have had the nerve to act as the middleman, not even if he had a hundred times the courage. He never expected someone would be crazy enough to hire an assassin to go after Qin Fan, let alone get the Ye Family involved.
"Mr. Qin, I didn’t know, I really didn’t! I had no idea that you were the target!" After crying out to Ye Jizu, the rat-eyed middle-aged man turned to Qin Fan, yelling in choked, terrified sobs.
"Right, who is this He Xinyi? The name doesn’t ring a bell. Do you have a photo of him? Let me have a look," Qin Fan said, turning to Ye Jizu and ignoring the broker kneeling on the floor. Honestly, he was truly baffled.
"Alright, Qin Fan, I’ll have someone send it over right now!" Ye Jizu hastily agreed, picking up his cell phone to send a message. Less than ten seconds later, a photo popped up in the chat window. He placed the phone on the table’s Lazy Susan and quickly spun it toward Qin Fan.
Stopping the spinning glass, Qin Fan picked up the phone. The moment he saw the photo, he froze.
Memories flooded back.
Isn’t this the same pretentious asshole from Ji Yuchen’s birthday party who flicked cigarette ash on my barbecue? Why would he hire an assassin to kill me? This makes no fucking sense! Besides, that was several months ago. Is he really that petty?
"Could there be a mistake? Why would he hire someone to assassinate me?" Qin Fan said, putting down the phone with a deep frown. "As I recall, our dispute wasn’t that serious, and it happened a long time ago. Even if he wanted to get back at me, he surely wouldn’t have waited until now, right?"
Hearing this, Ye Jizu was also taken aback. After a moment’s pause, he said, "Mr. Qin, let’s just have him brought here, and we’ll find out for sure!"
When the young men heard this, a wave of panic washed over them.
Damn it, this had better not be a mistake! If it is, we’re finished under Ancestor Ye!
*My skateboard shoes, the height of fashion, so fashionable!*
*On the way home, I can’t help but scuff, scuff!*
*Scuffing on this smooth ground!*
Before Qin Fan could respond to Ye Jizu’s suggestion, a shrill ringtone erupted from the lead young man’s pocket. He flinched, instinctively glancing at Ye Jizu and Qin Fan.
"Go ahead and answer. It’s fine," Qin Fan said nonchalantly.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Qin!" the young man quickly replied, taking out his phone. After a glance at the caller ID, he made no attempt to be discreet and swiped to answer the call.
"Brother Fei, He Xinyi is trying to make a run for it! He’s already at the airport about to board his flight. What should we do? Do we grab him?" an urgent voice said from the other end of the line.
Hearing this, the young man’s eyes widened.
"Hold on, I need to consult Ancestor Ye first!" Brother Fei said, his expression turning grim. He then looked at Ye Jizu. "Ancestor Ye, our brother monitoring He Xinyi just reported that he’s trying to flee! He’s already at the airport, waiting to board!"
"Get him!" Ye Jizu’s eyes narrowed as he snapped, his voice filled with an imposing fury.
At that moment, he was almost certain that even if He Xinyi wasn’t the mastermind, he was definitely involved. The broker had just been caught, and now He Xinyi was at the airport trying to leave Jiangzhou? Was it really such a coincidence? As someone well-versed in the schemes and intrigues of the Martial World, Ancestor Ye scoffed at the very idea.
"Yes, Ancestor Ye!" Brother Fei replied, his voice filled with hasty excitement. Relieved, he quickly relayed the order into the phone, "Ancestor Ye’s orders: get him!"
"Ah, you young people should handle your own affairs," Elder Ye said, apparently having grasped the situation. He rose from his chair and looked at Lai Zhuge. "Lai Shenxiang, let’s take our leave. I happen to have some Feng Shui matters I’d like to consult you on."
"Of course, Elder Ye," Lai Zhuge said with a gentle smile. He nodded at Qin Fan before following the old master out of the side hall.
In an instant, only the key figures—Qin Fan, Ye Jizu, and Ma Yunbin—remained in the room. The rat-eyed man, still kneeling on the floor, trembled uncontrollably, swallowing nervously.
"Honestly, I’m quite baffled," Ma Yunbin said, shaking his head with a sigh as he glanced at the shivering broker. "How can there be such fearless idiots nowadays? Let’s be real. We’re talking about the man who dared to present a coffin at the old Qin matriarch’s birthday banquet as a gift, angering her to death. The man who dragged the entire Qin family from Heaven down into Hell. And the son of a mere chamber of commerce president dares to entertain thoughts of assassination? This isn’t even about some deep-seated grudge like a slain father or a stolen wife. If Qin Fan could be assassinated so easily, would he have to wait for this kid to hire a killer? How can someone be so brain-dead that they’re actively looking to die?"
"As the old saying goes, ’Life and death are predestined; wealth and honor are decided by heaven,’" Ye Jizu said with a wry smile. "By that same token, if a man is fated to die, there will always be a path to ruin laid out before him, one he’ll stupidly walk down all on his own."