must be found; if dead, their bodies must be recovered. No matter what happens today, they must eliminate the boy in the photograph.Dahou finished the three cups of coffee he had just ordered and burp..."Young Master Yan has spoken, this is the only way I can send Ye Fan to the 18th hell. Xiao Yang won't die in vain," Wang Qiu Yang said, his eyes suddenly shooting out a beam of hatred. He had sacrificed so much, he absolutely couldn't let Ye Fan live.

Xiao Zhou took a noticeable step back after seeing the boss's eyes, his hand unconsciously loosening its grip. Wang Qiuyang didn't say another word, he simply pulled the needle out with one swift motion and threw it away.

Xiao Zhou stared, his eyes wide, as blood dripped from the pipe into Xiaoyang's body. When the flow finally ceased, pain returned to Xiaoyang's face, and he let out a series of irregular, guttural screams. It sounded like he was undergoing some kind of torment. This sound sent shivers down the spines of the two men on the ground, tightening their nerves and making their hearts pound with fear.

Wang Xiaoyang, struggling in pain, seemed to suddenly understand something. His eyes looked at Wang Qiuyang with despair, a look that made Wang Qiuyang unable to meet his gaze. Instead, he cried out: "Xiaoyang, just bear it, all the pain will be over soon."

Wang Xiaoyang suddenly put all his strength into it, clutching the bag of platelets as if he knew that only this thing could keep him alive.

Wang Qiuyang endured the immense pain in his heart and forcefully pried open Xiaoyang's hand. Xiaoyang was already clearly losing strength; how could he possibly have the energy to struggle with Wang Qiuyang over platelet transfusion

When Wang Xiaoyang was pushed to the ground by Wang Qiuyang, he completely stopped breathing. His eyes were wide open, lifeless like a dead fish, staring unmovingly at Wang Qiuyang. He died with his eyes open.

Xiao Zhou stared blankly at everything. Everything happened so suddenly that he couldn't react at all. Both his body and spirit had completely collapsed.

"Xiaoyang, just go," Wang Qiuyang stroked Wang Xiaoyang's face, but Wang Xiaoyang's eyes remained closed.

Yàn Wúqiè’s long-awaited phone call finally rang. However, Yàn remained focused, his brush still dancing across the paper, creating beautiful ink paintings. He believed his grandson had been waiting patiently for his reply.

As expected, Yan Wuque returned with his phone after a while, clearly delighted.

"Grandpa, Wang Qiuyang just called. Wang Xiaoyang is really dead." Yan Wuque was truly excited because he was about to see Ye Fan being played like a puppet in his hands.

"Wu Que, you really shouldn't be so excited." Compared to Wu Que's excitement, Yan Xiaoti appeared relatively calm. He had seen too many storms and waves, so he said that his grandson's temperament had improved slightly, but now he couldn't help but feel restless again.

"Yes, grandfather." Yan Wuque forcefully suppressed the excitement that was making his heart race. He adjusted his mood and said, "No matter what the outcome of the collision between Wang Qiuyang and Ye Fan tomorrow, we can use Wang Xiaoyang's death to our advantage. Even if Ye Fan has the Dragon Honor Medal, he won't be able to escape this disaster this time."

"One must never jump to conclusions. We should always plan ahead and prepare for all eventualities." Yan Xiaoti remained as calm and collected as ever.

"Grandpa, are you saying there might be more variables this time" Yan Wuque couldn't figure out what other connection he had missed.

“Let’s just see what happens tomorrow. Wu Que, remember this: no matter the time or situation, never jump to conclusions. Because things often take dramatic turns when you think everything is fine. You’ll understand this gradually.”

Yan Wuque looked at his grandfather's calm expression, thoughtfully. Could it be that his carefully laid plans were still missing something

The next morning, Ye Fan was awakened by a cacophony of footsteps. He glanced at the clock, it was only half past six. What on earth was going on

Could it be Wang Qiuyang What quick movements.

Ye Fan let out a cold snort in his heart. He wanted to meet this highest authority figure in Linhai City and see what was so extraordinary about him.

What surprised Ye Fan was that the one who entered his room was a stunning figure, to be precise, Luo Xueyan.

"Xue Yan, why are you so anxious Is something the matter" Ye Fan looked at her worried expression, feeling confused.

Luoxueyan didn't care about him at all, but instead urged Yefan: "Get up quickly, and slip away through the back door, hurry!"

Ye Fan was startled and said, "Why Could it be someone from the Wang family I was just going to meet Wang Qiuyang."

Luoxueyan was so anxious that she was about to cry, but now she didn't have time to explain to Ye Fan. She hurriedly changed his shoes for him, her movements were gentle and skilled, giving off a very virtuous wife vibe.

Ye Fan quietly watched Luo Xueyan busy for him, smelling her faint fragrance. This scene reminded Ye Fan of his wife tidying up his clothes when he went to work.

Suddenly, there were loud footsteps outside. Luoxueyan's face changed drastically upon hearing the sound, and her hand trembled involuntarily as she straightened Ye Fan's clothes.

Ye Fan saw her expression clearly, and looked at her strangely and asked, "What's wrong with Xue Yan"

But Luo Xueyan didn't answer her, a woman's voice filled with anger already came over, "Who are you and why are you here What is your relationship with our home and Ah Yan"

Ye Fan looked up and saw a middle-aged woman standing angrily in front of him, with her hips on her waist and scolding.

"Ye Fan's mind immediately flashed a thought, who the heck is this woman"

Though the words were about to leave his mouth, he swallowed them back. He saw a middle-aged woman with eyes that seemed to resemble those of Luo Xueyan; her brows and expression bore a striking similarity. Ye Fan immediately concluded she was Luo Xueyan's mother.

"Hello, Aunt-in-law." Ye Fan smiled and greeted Luo's mother.

Luo's anger subsided slightly. After all, people say you don't hit a smiling face. Looking at the boy's bright smile across from her, she couldn't help but get angry, but she just gave him a cold look and said, "You haven't answered my question yet."

This also angered Mother Luo. Early in the morning, she heard that last night Ah Yan brought a man back home and even let him stay overnight. This immediately enraged Mother Luo. After all, her daughter was supposed to marry into the Wang family! You know, her father-in-law was still waiting for Wang Qiuyang to give the word before releasing him.

If that young master from the Wang family were to find out, there wouldn't be any good things left to say. That young master has a very small mind; who knows what outrageous things he might do.

And now, seeing his daughter so intimately close to this man, it solidified the rumors circulating among people, claiming that this man was her husband. How utterly inappropriate! Even if they were sweethearts, why would he bring him home so casually

And now, during her father's very difficult period, the house is already chaotic enough. Isn't she restless enough

Therefore, throughout the journey, Mother Luo arrived with righteous fury to demand an explanation. at Zhang Qin: "What do you want to do"Zhang Qin was about to cry. This dead Ye Fan, what kind of virtue does he have She should be the one screaming."Get out! Get out of here!" Zhang Qin stomped her...