He had barely finished his threats,
when several burly men in plainclothes emerged. One of them shouted,
"Hands on your head! Squat down!"
Ye Bufan frowned. Someone actually dared provoke him.
"Jiang Cheng sent you again, didn't he? Get lost while you still can, or else... hmph..."
He pointed at the people lying on the ground, wailing,
"They'll be your example... urk~"
Swish, swish, swish!
A row of black gun barrels aimed at Ye Bufan, instantly cooling his temper.
"Officer, save us! That man was hugging a tree and doing indecent things to it just now. We kindly tried to talk him out of it."
"But... without saying a word, he beat us into this state."
Little Vajra touched his constantly bleeding nose and cried out in grievance.
He had never seen anyone so shameless!
Ye Bufan nearly spat out blood. He glared furiously and said,
"Bullshit! You were clearly trying to abduct an innocent woman in broad daylight."
"Officer, did you hear that? This guy's insane."
Little Vajra covered his nose and continued,
"Where is there an innocent woman here?"
The plainclothes men exchanged glances and nodded. "Sir, please come with us."
Pfft~
O vast heavens, why were you so cruel to me?
Ye Bufan wailed inwardly. He shot Little Vajra a vicious glare and explained,
"Officer, I'm the victim! Look at what they did to my face."
"Do you think we're blind?!"
The lead plainclothes man shouted, "You were clearly the one standing, while they were all lying on the ground."
"Exactly, exactly. Hurry up and arrest him."
Little Vajra and the others chimed in agreement. "You can tell at a glance that this guy is no good."
Ye Bufan clenched his fists, his gaze murderous.
This was outrageous. Being bullied by Jiang Cheng was one thing, but now even Jiang Cheng's street thugs could shit on his head.
Jiang Cheng, one day, I, Ye Bufan, will make you pay!
"Officer, he looks so fierce. He isn't going to kill us, is he? We're so scared."
Little Vajra fanned the flames from the side in a mocking tone.
Hearing this, the plainclothes man's voice turned cold.
"Please cooperate with our work."
At that moment, people from the Lin Family hurried over.
"Young Master Ye, what happened?"
Ye Bufan smiled smugly. With the Lin Family's connections, he refused to believe they could take him away.
Ye Bufan then explained what had happened before sitting on a nearby bench with one leg crossed over the other.
"Gentlemen, this is Old Master Lin's adopted son. Could you do the Lin Family a favor?"
"Sorry, but we must take this man with us."
The plainclothes man took out a business card from his pocket. "If you want him back, have Old Master Lin come himself."
The Lin Family members took the card, and their pupils contracted sharply.
"Take him away!"
The smug Ye Bufan was dumbfounded, his mood plunging to rock bottom.
To prevent Ye Bufan from shouting and affecting the city's appearance, the plainclothes men knocked him out and carried him away.
At the Lin Family residence, the atmosphere was oppressive.
Lin Chongwu sat in the seat of honor, his expression grim.
"Dad, these past few days, the businesses under our name have been attacked and boycotted. Many projects have been forced to halt."
"Even... even when we offered massive termination fees, the other side still chose to end the cooperation."
"If this continues, I'm afraid..."
Lin Pengwen stopped halfway through, not daring to continue.
"Have you found out who's behind it?"
Lin Chongwu rubbed his brow, already sensing something ominous.
"The Qin Family's Miss."
At those words, Lin Chongwu seemed to age several decades in an instant.
Yes, only the Qin Family had the means to do something like this.
Facing the Qin Family, Lin Chongwu could not even summon the will to resist. A family at the pinnacle of Dragon Country was not one he could afford to provoke.
"Dad, I have an idea. It might work."
Lin Pengwen gritted his teeth and said,
"The root of all this is Ye Bufan. If we hand him over, perhaps the Lin Family can still escape this disaster."
"Shut up!"
Lin Chongwu stared at Lin Pengwen with clouded eyes and sternly refused.
His greatest obsession in life was becoming a grandmaster, even catching a glimpse of the realm beyond grandmaster.
When he had been hunted by his enemies, he had personally witnessed Kongyunzi riding the wind toward him. That was a realm he had dreamed of reaching.
As Kongyunzi's disciple, Ye Bufan surely had a way to help him!
Lin Pengwen opened his mouth, but upon seeing the madness in Lin Chongwu's eyes, he could only remain silent.
At that moment, a phone began ringing urgently.
"Hello, what is it?"
Lin Pengwen answered impatiently.
"Family Head, this is bad! Young... Young Master Ye has been taken away by Qingshan Mental Hospital!"
Treatment Room No. 7.
Ye Bufan was still unconscious, his body shackled to the bed with iron cuffs in the shape of a spread-eagle.
Creak~
The door slowly opened, and Yang Yongxin hurried in eagerly, followed by two white coat doctors.
"You two, wake him up."
Smack! Smack!
Two slaps landed on Ye Bufan's face without warning.
Ye Bufan slowly opened his eyes. The burning pain on his face made him instinctively try to sit up.
A crisp metallic clatter rang out, and only then did he discover that he was cuffed to the bed, unable to move.
Three unfamiliar faces appeared before him, staring at him with smiles.
"Fuck, who are you people?!"
A trace of panic appeared on Ye Bufan's face as his eyes continuously scanned the surroundings.
Yang Yongxin bared his teeth in a polite smile.
"Sir, this is Qingshan Mental Hospital, and you are my patient."
A mental hospital?
How had he ended up here?
Ye Bufan was dumbfounded, then suddenly began struggling.
"Let me go! I'm not sick!"
Yang Yongxin smiled kindly and continued on his own,
"Please cooperate. We will now ask you several questions so that we can tailor an exclusive treatment plan for you."
"I'll answer ***! I already told you I'm not sick! Let me go!"
Ye Bufan screamed himself hoarse, instantly becoming agitated. The entire treatment room echoed with birdsong and floral fragrance.
"Ah, another unruly little wild horse."
Yang Yongxin sighed softly and said to the other two,
"You two go out first. The patient is a little emotional right now and needs some special treatment."
"Yes, Director."
The two remained expressionless, seemingly long accustomed to this.
With a bang, the door shut.
Ye Bufan's heart jolted, but he continued yelling.
Yang Yongxin chuckled. It was as if something inside him had been unleashed as he picked up a pre-prepared syringe from the nearby table.
"What are you trying to do? Get away from me!"
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. Once you wake up, everything will be fine."
After doing all that, Yang Yongxin walked out of the treatment room and took out the phone in his pocket.
Looking at the incoming call, he pressed answer...
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