Chapter 151: A Murderous Intent Arose

Lin Fan naturally understood the implication behind Zhao Fanglin's words—he was simply reminding him that his mother-in-law was about to arrive and telling him to be careful.

"I understand, Uncle Zhao," Lin Fan said, the corners of his mouth curving into a slight smile.

At that moment, Zhao Ying had just finished up her duties at the police station and rushed over. As soon as she entered the private dining room, she bumped right into Zhao Fanglin, who was about to step out.

"You girl, what's the big rush? Are you that eager to see this punk? He’s not going anywhere," Zhao Fanglin said, glancing back at Lin Fan.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Zhao Ying blushed and said.

"Alright, alright. Truly, a daughter raised is destined for another family. Your mother will be back shortly; she just called me," Zhao Fanglin paused at the doorway and said with a smile.

"Ah," Zhao Ying nodded. A flash of worry crossed her eyes as she looked at Lin Fan. After all, her mother held absolute authority in their household, and Zhao Ying was genuinely afraid Lin Fan wouldn't be able to handle her. Yet, regardless of whether her mother approved of their relationship or not, Zhao Ying had already chosen the man before her as her lifelong partner.

On the other hand, Lin Fan's lips curved into that familiar, confident smirk. He looked at Zhao Ying with a slightly roguish expression, conveying a look that told her not to worry.

"Punk, if you ever dare to mistreat Ying'er in the future, I will certainly not let you off lightly," Zhao Fanglin said, casting a warning glance at Lin Fan.

Could this be considered a threat? Lin Fan chuckled bitterly to himself. He detested being threatened by others more than anything else, yet this particular warning from his future father-in-law was one he was more than happy to accept.

With a faint smile, Lin Fan followed right behind Zhao Fanglin as they walked out. Passing by Zhao Ying, he gave her a subtle wink, signaling for her to simply wait for him in the private room. Understanding him instantly, Zhao Ying knew Lin Fan must have something to discuss with her father. Matters between men were not something she needed to pry into unless Lin Fan chose to share them.

At the entrance of the Prince Teng Pavilion Hotel, Lin Fan spoke up, "Uncle Zhao, I will handle the matter regarding Yu Weihua. Since he refuses to spend the remainder of his days peacefully in prison, then I'll send him to meet the King of Hell. As for Yu Jiang, we will still have to rely on you; I can only offer a little help from the shadows." As he said this, a palpable murderous intent emanated from Lin Fan.

The man before him was not only acquainted with his father but also his future father-in-law and an elder. Naturally, Lin Fan could not speak to him in an authoritative tone. Had Zhao Fanglin merely been a political "friend," Lin Fan’s attitude toward him would never have been like this—at the very least, he would not have addressed him with formal respect.

Hearing Lin Fan's words, Zhao Fanglin couldn't help feeling a slight chill run through him. Lin Fan's meaning was crystal clear: he had already formed the intent to kill Yu Weihua. Although Zhao Fanglin was no saint, the prospect of murder still filled him with a certain dread.

Yet, being a seasoned veteran of the political arena, how was he supposed to respond to this? He certainly couldn't advise Lin Fan not to kill Yu Weihua—unless he had lost his mind. Therefore, the only thing he could do was pretend he hadn't heard. Given the close ties between the Zhao family and Elder Tang, and the fact that the Elder's background was deeply rooted in the underworld, Zhao Fanglin found it somewhat easier to accept such matters.

Lin Fan's words made Zhao Fanglin realize that Lin Fan was entirely unlike his father, who was strictly a businessman. Right now, Zhao Fanglin was intensely curious about Lin Fan's true identity. Anyone who could speak of execution so casually was clearly no ordinary person; who among ordinary folk would dare throw around talk of killing at every turn?

"Also, the most important thing is to find out who is standing behind Yu Jiang. Uncle Zhao, are there any clues at all?" Lin Fan asked.

Zhao Fanglin shook his head and said, "Working in politics, everyone has people backing them at the top to some degree, and I am no exception. Otherwise, I wouldn't have kept the position of Municipal Party Secretary for so many years. Actually, if not for the Tang family connection, I might have..."

Realizing he was getting off track, Zhao Fanglin abruptly changed the subject. "Neither Yu Jiang nor I know who is pulling the strings for the other. However, rest assured, I will keep a quiet eye out. If there's any news, I'll notify you immediately. Hurry back inside, Ying'er is still waiting for you in the private room."

Lin Fan gave a casual response and turned back toward the private room. Yu Weihua’s prison break had indeed exceeded Lin Fan’s expectations. Upon returning to the room, he didn't dare hesitate for another second, hastily pulling out his phone to dial Tan Zhiyong's number.

"Yu Weihua has broken out of prison. You know what needs to be done, right?" As soon as the call connected, Lin Fan made no effort to lower his voice. Zhao Ying already knew his true identity, and since she was his woman, Lin Fan naturally had no desire to keep everything hidden from her.

As the second-in-command of Dragon Soul, Tan Zhiyong paid extra attention to any events concerning Lin Fan. As for the implication behind Lin Fan's words, Tan Zhiyong understood perfectly. Having shared life-and-death experiences with Lin Fan over the years, he knew him inside and out. Without a moment's hesitation, Tan Zhiyong replied, "Understood, Boss."

Lin Fan had always trusted Tan Zhiyong's capabilities implicitly. With a soft grunt of acknowledgment, he hung up the phone. The entire conversation had lasted merely a few seconds. Though it sounded as if nothing substantive had been said, Zhao Ying, sitting right beside him, knew that the person on the other end was one of Lin Fan's brothers-in-arms—likely a mercenary as well.

Zhao Ying was well aware of Yu Weihua's prison escape, and she could sense that Lin Fan's killing intent had already been fully aroused. These were affairs among men, realms she had no wish to meddle in. She only wanted to quietly stay by Lin Fan's side, even if it meant merely watching him from afar. As long as Lin Fan desired it, she would never interfere with those violent and bloody matters, for she knew that a man as extraordinary as Lin Fan was destined to be a king of his era. A mundane, peaceful, and uneventful life simply did not suit the man before her eyes.

After ending the call, the stone weighing on Lin Fan's chest finally settled. He smiled faintly, picked up the menu, and ordered a few dishes that Zhao Ying particularly enjoyed.

At Elder Tang's place that afternoon, Lin Fan had truly eaten quite a lot. After all, everything on the Tang estate was organically produced—describing it as purely green and pollution-free was no exaggeration at all. Even the chef cooking the meals had been a loyal subordinate of the Elder for many years. To be honest, Lin Fan sometimes found himself quite envious of the Elder's lifestyle.

He didn't eat much during this meal, but Zhao Ying clearly looked famished. Sitting right beside the young woman, Lin Fan kept glancing up and down at her, taking advantage of the situation whenever he could—which was inevitable since they were the only two in the private room. If Lin Fan hadn't acted a bit roguish, it would have felt like doing a disservice to their private world.

"Alright, I'm full. Accompany me for a walk outside; I don't want to go home just yet," Zhao Ying said, wiping her mouth with a hint of shyness. After all, Lin Fan had gone slightly overboard with his flirtatious antics earlier, leaving her body still feeling somewhat weak and tingling. Although she hadn't actively resisted his movements, she hadn't spared him a few delicate eye-rolls—all of which Lin Fan had deliberately and thoroughly ignored.