The Lin Family's Crisis, Patient Ye Bufan

The harsh words had barely left his mouth when several plainclothes thugs emerged, one of them shouting, "Hands on your head, get down!"

Ye Bufan frowned. Someone actually dared to provoke him.

"Jiang Cheng sent you again, didn't he? If you know what's good for you, get lost now. Otherwise... hmph..." He pointed at the men groaning on the ground. "They're your warn—"

Shink, shink, shink!

Dark muzzles aimed at Ye Bufan, instantly cooling his temper.

"Officer, save us! This guy was doing something indecent to that tree, and we tried to talk sense into him."

"Then... without a word, he beat us to this state."

Little Vajra rubbed his bleeding nose, whining.

Never had he seen such shameless people!

Ye Bufan nearly spat blood, glaring furiously. "Bullshit! You were trying to kidnap an innocent woman in broad daylight!"

"Officer, you hear that? This guy's crazy." Little Vajra covered his nose and continued, "What innocent woman is here?"

The plainclothes thugs exchanged glances and nodded. "Sir, please come with us."

Pfft.

Heavens above, why have you forsaken me?

Ye Bufan's heart screamed. He shot Little Vajra a venomous look and explained, "Officer, I'm the victim here. Look at my face—what they did to me."

"You think we're blind?!"

The lead thug barked, "You were standing, and they were all on the ground!"

"Exactly, exactly. Arrest him."

Little Vajra and his crew chimed in, "This guy's obviously no good."

Ye Bufan clenched his fists, his eyes murderous.

Outrageous. Getting bullied by Jiang Cheng was bad enough, but now even his thugs could shit on his head.

Jiang Cheng, one of these days, I, Ye Bufan, will make you pay!

"Sir, he looks so fierce. He's not gonna kill someone, is he? We're so scared."

Little Vajra fanned the flames with a mocking tone.

Hearing this, the thug's voice turned cold. "Cooperate with our work."

Just then, the Lin Family arrived in a rush. "Young Master Ye, what happened?"

Ye Bufan smirked smugly. With the Lin Family's connections, he didn't believe he'd be taken away.

He recounted the incident, then sat on a nearby bench, crossing his legs.

"Everyone, this is Old Master Lin's adopted son. Could you do us a favor?"

"Sorry, but this man has to come with us."

The lead thug pulled out a business card. "If you want him released, have Old Master Lin come personally."

The Lin Family member took the card, pupils contracting.

"Take him away!"

Ye Bufan, still smug, was stunned. His mood plummeted.

To stop him from yelling and disturbing the peace, the thug knocked him out and hauled him off.

The Lin Family. The atmosphere was oppressive.

Lin Chongwu sat in the seat of honor, his expression grim.

"Dad, our businesses have been hit with boycotts and sanctions these past days. Many projects have been forced to stop."

"Even... even when we offered to pay hefty termination fees, they chose to cut ties."

"If this keeps up, I'm afraid..."

Lin Pengwen trailed off, not daring to continue.

"Have you found out who did it?"

Lin Chongwu rubbed his brow, a bad feeling already settling in his gut.

"The eldest Miss of the Qin Family."

The moment those words left the speaker's mouth, Lin Chongwu seemed to age decades in an instant.

Yes, only the Qin Family could pull off something on this scale.

Facing the Qin Family, Lin Chongwu couldn't muster the slightest will to resist. The families at the very peak of Dragon Country's pyramid were not someone he could provoke.

"Father, I have an idea. It might work."

Lin Pengwen gritted his teeth.

"The root of all this is Ye Bufan. If we can hand him over, the Lin Family might still escape disaster."

"Shut your mouth!"

Lin Chongwu's murky eyes locked onto Lin Pengwen, his refusal sharp and harsh.

His greatest obsession in life was to become a Grandmaster, and even glimpse the scenery beyond that realm.

When he was being hunted by his enemies, he had seen Kongyunzi riding the wind with his own eyes. That realm was everything he dreamed of reaching.

As Kongyunzi's disciple, Ye Bufan surely had a way to help him!

Lin Pengwen opened his mouth, but seeing the madness in Lin Chongwu's eyes, he could only fall silent.

Just then, a sharp phone ring cut through the air.

"Hello? What is it?"

Lin Pengwen answered impatiently.

"Patriarch, it's bad! Young Master Ye... he's been taken away by Qingshan Mental Hospital!"

Treatment Room No. 7.

Ye Bufan was still unconscious, his body locked to the hospital bed with iron cuffs, spread out in the shape of a cross.

Creak~

The door slowly pushed open, and Yang Yongxin strode in eagerly, followed by two White Coat physicians.

"You two, wake him up."

Slap! Slap!

Two sudden slaps landed on Ye Bufan's face.

Ye Bufan slowly opened his eyes. The burning sensation on his face made him instinctively try to sit up.

A sharp clatter of metal rang out, and he realized he was cuffed to the bed, completely unable to move.

In front of him, three unfamiliar faces grinned at him with full smiles.

"The hell—who are you people?!"

Panic flickered across Ye Bufan's face as his eyes darted around, taking in his surroundings.

Yang Yongxin flashed a mouthful of teeth and said politely, "Sir, this is Qingshan Mental Hospital, and you are my patient."

Mental hospital?

How did he end up here?

Ye Bufan was stunned, then suddenly began to struggle.

"Let me go! I'm not sick!"

Yang Yongxin smiled kindly and continued on his own, "Please cooperate. We're going to ask you a few questions to tailor a personalized treatment plan for you."

"I'll answer your ***! I told you, I'm not sick! Let me go now!"

Ye Bufan screamed hoarsely, instantly thrashing wildly, the whole treatment room echoing with a storm of curses.

"Sigh. Another wild little stallion that won't be tamed."

Yang Yongxin let out a light sigh and spoke to the other two, "You two, step out. The patient's emotions are a bit agitated right now—he needs some special treatment."

"Yes, Director."

The two men's expressions didn't change, as if they were long used to this.

With a bang, the door slammed shut.

Ye Bufan's heart gave a violent lurch, then he kept on outputting.

Yang Yongxin chuckled darkly, as if something had been unleashed. He picked up a pre-prepared syringe from the table beside him.

"What are you doing? Get away!"

But no matter how Ye Bufan struggled, he could only watch helplessly as the liquid in the syringe was injected into his body.

A wave of dizziness washed over him.

Ye Bufan gradually quieted down.

"Sleep, sleep. When you wake up, everything will be fine."

Having done all this, Yang Yongxin walked out of the treatment room, pulled out his phone from his bag, glanced at the caller ID, and pressed answer.