The Wicked Need Wickedness to Grind Them Down, Tripod Reward

"Mom, is this that poor relative's new home? This... this is way too luxurious, too spectacular."

A freckle-faced chubby boy wiped his greasy hand, still slick from the braised chicken drumstick he had just finished, on his clothes.

Looking at the Linjiang No. 1 Villa District before him, drool ran down from his mouth despite himself.

"My goodness, this really is Lan Cuifang's new home?"

"Even the air here is so fresh!"

A seemingly honest man, somewhat timid and hesitant, spoke up.

"Look at how little ambition you all have. So what if it is?"

"It's my younger sister's home too. If I want to live here, wouldn't that be easy?"

The woman stared at the luxurious villa district before her.

Yet inwardly, she was jealous to death.

The very type who did not care if her sister suffered, yet feared her sister might one day drive a Land Rover.

This was the inner city.

Moreover, it was the best location in Jiangning City.

One could imagine just how formidable this villa district's defensive strength was.

Even if the entire city suffered an attack from a Beast Tide, this place would absolutely be the last patch of pure land.

The woman could not help recalling Ye Fan's valiant figure on television that day, when he had become a Martial Warrior and slaughtered enemies in every direction.

"My eldest nephew has made something of himself. It's time for this auntie to bask in his glory."

The woman grinned.

Beep, beep...

The Wendao M9 detected people ahead and automatically honked.

Today was the happiest day Ye Fan's family had experienced in quite some time.

Because not only had Father Ye Jun been dragged back from death's door, he was being discharged from the hospital today as well.

Mother had even gone to the market and bought plenty of ingredients, saying she would cook several good dishes today and celebrate properly.

In the back seat.

Like a lark, Ye Ling chattered nonstop with Mother Lan Cuifang about what had happened at school.

Moreover.

Under Ye Fan's guidance, Ye Ling had recently begun practicing the Hidden Dragon Stance.

On top of that, the medicine Ye Fan had bought for the little girl to strengthen her foundation and nurture her vitality had left Ye Ling brimming with energy and boundless vigor.

It made Mother Lan Cuifang want to pinch her.

This little brat was far too noisy.

In the front passenger seat, Father Ye Jun's face was still somewhat pale.

But his back was ramrod straight.

It was a fine habit he had developed when he had served in the City Guard.

From time to time, his palm rubbed over the Wendao M9's luxurious interior, his face full of pride.

His son had made something of himself!

Once he recovered a little more, he would definitely show off properly to his old comrades-in-arms.

Just then.

As they were about to reach the entrance to the villa district, the car suddenly honked automatically.

Through the window, they saw three people standing by the gate, their clothes rather shabby and their manner extremely awkward.

"It's Lan Cuixiang."

Having once been a scout, Ye Jun's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. He spotted the three at once and said coldly.

At those words.

Mother Lan Cuifang in the back seat also turned cold.

When Ye Jun had been critically ill and on the verge of death, she had asked this younger sister to borrow money.

The other woman had directly told her to cut her losses in time.

Otherwise, both man and money would be lost.

Lan Cuifang had insisted on borrowing money, but the other woman had threatened that if she mentioned money again, they would sever their sisterly relationship.

"Hey, that looks like Ye Fan."

The freckle-faced chubby boy pointed his greasy hand straight at Ye Fan in the driver's seat and shouted.

Smack! Call him Brother!

Lan Cuixiang slapped the back of the chubby boy's head.

Ye Fan had now become a Martial Warrior, driven a luxury car, and moved into a villa.

He had become someone above others.

He could no longer be judged by the same standards as before.

"You hit me... You hit me? Ah... I'll beat you to death..."

The freckle-faced chubby boy had always been cherished in Lan Cuixiang's palm for fear of being bumped, held in her mouth for fear of melting.

This was the first time she had ever hit him.

The chubby boy flew into a rage and drove his greasy fist straight into Lan Cuixiang's chest.

His other hand also grabbed Lan Cuixiang's hair.

He even raised his foot and kicked Lan Cuixiang.

"Ow... Ah..."

Lan Cuixiang groaned.

"Stop hitting her, stop hitting her."

That honest-looking man could only try to break up the fight from the side.

Ye Fan was utterly speechless when he saw this from the car.

What kind of farce was this?

"Mom, leave this to me."

Ye Fan said in a low voice.

His father, Ye Jun, had just been discharged from the hospital and had yet to recover his vitality.

And Mother was Lan Cuixiang's older sister.

He feared Mother would feel compassion for her, so he would be the villain.

As the saying went, the wicked still needed the wicked to grind them down.

Ye Fan opened the door and got out.

The freckle-faced chubby boy was fighting with great gusto.

Bang!

With one kick, Ye Fan sent him flying into the landscaped divider.

"Ah, I'm fine. Eldest Nephew, why did you hit your younger brother..."

Lan Cuixiang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and straightened her short-sleeved shirt, which was covered in greasy fist marks and had been beaten out of shape.

"Please step aside. You're blocking our way home."

Ye Fan looked down at Lan Cuixiang from above and spoke coldly.

"What? Eldest Nephew, you don't recognize me? I'm your younger aunt."

Lan Cuixiang's face was full of shock.

"My younger aunt? When my father was gravely injured and at death's door, my mother asked to borrow money from you, but you refused to give even a cent and even wanted to sever ties?"

"My younger aunt wanted to watch my father die before her eyes, so she could cut her losses in time?"

"Telling you to step aside is already giving you face."

"If I stop being polite."

Get lost!

After saying that, a powerful Tyrant Body aura erupted from Ye Fan.

To a Martial Warrior, it could shake the opponent's mind and spirit.

Let alone Lan Cuixiang and the others, who were merely ordinary people.

Under that pressure, they collapsed to the ground.

They could only watch helplessly as the million-yuan luxury Wendao M9 drove into the villa district.

"Ye Fan, you heartless thing! You actually hit your younger aunt and even told her to get lost?"

"I came all this way without sparing any hardship, yet you would not even let me through the gate. You are so cold and heartless, without regard for blood being thicker than water. How are you worthy of being a Martial Warrior?"

Lan Cuixiang immediately began throwing a tantrum.

Whoosh, whoosh.

Very soon, several figures rushed out from the villa district. They were Linjiang No. 1's security guards.

Every one of them was brawny and powerful, with bulging temples.

Clearly, they were all trained fighters with a certain foundation in martial arts.

"No loud disturbances are permitted in front of Linjiang No. 1. Otherwise, you will be taken to the police station."

"Also, slandering a Martial Warrior will result in detention at best. At worst, you will be sentenced directly, and it will affect your descendants' education and future development."

The security guards spoke coldly.

Lan Cuixiang immediately shut her mouth.

"Mom, it hurts..."

"Oh, my precious..."

After returning home, Lan Cuifang could not help wiping away tears.

Ye Jun's eyes had also reddened.

Ye Fan comforted them, thinking they had been angered by Lan Cuixiang.

But Mother said she was crying from happiness. Not even in her dreams had she dared imagine owning a villa in the heart of the inner city.

After showing Father and Mother around and helping them familiarize themselves with the surroundings, Ye Fan received a call.

"Uncle Wu."

The caller was Wu Xie.

"Ye Fan, do you remember that Medicinal Fragrance Tripod from when you killed the Red-Haired Ape King?"

"Mm."

"After experiments and assessments by researchers and high-level Martial Warriors, it has been determined that the small tripod contains an extremely precious item. You will also receive a reward..."