Chapter 75: Forced Confession (Part 2)

Lin Fan’s voice reached his ears, making Yan Dong shiver involuntarily. Clenching his teeth, he endured the pain in his shoulder, leaned against the wall, and stammered in panic, “I did it, I killed him, I was possessed with malice and tried to frame you.”

“And what else?” Lin Fan knew this fellow was certainly hiding more.

“I shouldn’t have refused to call an ambulance. I shouldn’t have told everyone Cai Liren was dead after you left, when I found out he was still breathing. In the end, it was my lie that caused him to die from blood loss,” Yan Dong wished he could spill everything he knew in one go.

Unfortunately, Lin Fan kept interjecting from time to time, his purpose clear—to create an invisible pressure. Only by utterly breaking Yan Dong could Lin Fan extract every detail he wanted from him.

If Yan Dong hadn’t confessed, Lin Fan would have thought Cai Liren had already died by the time he left. Who would have guessed that Yan Dong, just to pin the murder on him, had been ruthless enough to do anything?

Back then, when those gangsters saw the blood gushing from Cai Liren’s severed arm, someone shouted he was dead, but in fact, he had only fainted from pain and was far from dying. After Lin Fan left, Yan Dong realized Cai Liren was still alive. Determined to turn Lin Fan into a murderer, Yan Dong schemed and deliberately let Cai Liren bleed out.

“And then?” Lin Fan cast a fierce glare at Mo Fei, who was eating grapes, and spoke.

Mo Fei just grinned and stayed silent, stuffing grapes into his mouth one after another. Since the boss wanted to interrogate in person, he might as well relax and enjoy the show.

“After that, I called Wei Liang. He told me to create an opportunity for you to escape from prison. That way, he could have Mayor Yu order your execution during the manhunt,” Yan Dong now answered every question Lin Fan asked without the slightest hint of concealment. He knew that revealing so much would ensure Wei Liang would never let him go, but if he didn’t talk, Lin Fan would kill him on the spot. Weighing his options, he decided he wanted to live a little longer.

Hearing this, Lin Fan was visibly stunned. His brows furrowed slightly—Mayor Yu? No doubt, that was the mayor of T City. Lin Fan searched his memory for information about this man, but he was certain he’d never met him before, had never even heard of him, let alone had any grudge. Yet this man had ordered his execution. Whatever the reason, he deserved to die.

Lin Fan never went out of his way to provoke people who had nothing to do with him, but if anyone dared stab him in the back, he would never, ever let them go. A chilling aura of murderous intent emanated from him.

Sensing the shift in Lin Fan’s demeanor, Yan Dong felt a chill run through his body. He instinctively thought he had said something wrong again, and cold sweat dripped down his face, mingling with the blood flowing from his shoulder.

Yan Dong had never imagined that Lin Fan, who didn’t look particularly muscular, could have such explosive power in his legs. With a single kick, he’d fractured Yan Dong’s scapula. But he didn’t realize Lin Fan hadn’t used his full strength; that kick was just a warning, meant to scare him into talking.

He now crouched against the wall, head lowered, motionless, too terrified to utter a word. He was truly afraid—if he said anything wrong, Lin Fan might kick him again, and then he would be done for. The memory of Lin Fan’s hands around his throat haunted him; he’d rather be shot dead than ever experience that feeling of wanting to die but being unable to.

But that was not for him to decide, for in this world, so many things are destined to be controlled by the strong—like the fate of certain people.

On the side, Mo Fei also sensed the murderous intent leaking from Lin Fan. To him, this was perfectly normal—everyone in Dragon Soul knew Lin Fan’s character. If you didn’t provoke him, fine, but if you did, “Death” would become a nightmare you could never escape.

Grapes in hand, Mo Fei bounced over, grinned awkwardly, and said, “This Mayor Yu, his name is Yu Jiang. He’s a sworn enemy of your sister-in-law’s father, Zhao Fanglin—Secretary Zhao. For years, he’s coveted the position of Party Secretary of T City, but he’s never found the chance to bring Zhao Fanglin down.”

By “sister-in-law,” Mo Fei naturally meant Zhao Ying. Lin Fan nodded, signaling for him to continue.

But Mo Fei decided to play coy, refusing to elaborate. Instead, he picked up another grape and tried to stuff it into Lin Fan’s mouth.

“Damn it, you’re addicted to this now?” Lin Fan rolled his eyes and cursed.

Noticing Yan Dong cautiously peeking their way, Mo Fei shot him a fierce glare, making him hastily lower his head again.

Mo Fei turned and grinned, ignoring Lin Fan’s reaction, and simply pressed the grape to Lin Fan’s lips.

Lin Fan hadn’t expected Mo Fei to do such a thing. If Zhao Ying saw this, who knew what she’d think. Luckily, Lin Fan knew this guy had a long list of girlfriends, countless women he’d slept with—otherwise, Lin Fan might have suspected he liked men.

Since Mo Fei had already brought the grape to his mouth, Lin Fan reluctantly opened up and swallowed it, shooting him a fierce glare. This guy hardly looked the part of a killer. If anyone could recognize him as a cold-blooded mercenary just by seeing him on the street, Lin Fan would jump off Mount Everest right then and there.

“Yu Jiang has a son named Yu Weihua. He went to the same university and department as your sister, and even pursued her for a while. But your sister didn’t give him the time of day. I saw he meant no harm, so I didn’t tell you. I just quietly had Xiaoyong check into his background, which is how I learned all this,” Mo Fei continued.

Hearing Mo Fei refer to “your sister,” Lin Fan felt a bit annoyed—it sounded as if Mo Fei was cursing him.

But if Mo Fei said that Yu Weihua hadn’t crossed any lines, Lin Fan believed him. Still, he couldn’t figure out why Yu Jiang would suddenly target him. Could it be out of resentment because his son failed to win Feifei’s heart and decided to blame Lin Fan? That explanation seemed too far-fetched. Besides, how could they even know about his connection to Feifei? Lin Fan dismissed the notion and glanced again at Yan Dong slumped against the wall.

The look alone was enough to terrify Yan Dong, who, despite the pain in his shoulder, trembled and pleaded, “Please, I’ve told you everything. It was all Wei Liang’s doing. Please, just let me go.”

To say Yan Dong had no intention of harming him—Lin Fan would never believe it. “Give me a reason to let you go,” Lin Fan replied coolly.

A reason—a reason. Yan Dong now regretted spilling everything so quickly, leaving himself with nothing valuable to bargain for.

At that moment, Lin Fan suddenly shifted his foot. Yan Dong thought Lin Fan was about to kill him. In a flash, something important occurred to him. He looked up and cried out, “Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! I still know something important!”

In fact, Lin Fan had only wanted to stretch his ankle, not kill him. But the fright jogged Yan Dong’s memory—something Lin Fan hadn’t expected.

It was testament to Lin Fan’s earlier tactics; Yan Dong’s psychological defenses had been utterly shattered. Everyone fears death. Now, every move Lin Fan made, Yan Dong interpreted as a threat to his life, which had produced the desired effect.

“Well, spit it out, or do you have a death wish?” Mo Fei glared at him and barked.

“If I tell you, will you really let me go?” Yan Dong glanced at Lin Fan, afraid he would kick him again. He truly wanted to live, which is why he risked telling everything, hoping for Lin Fan’s assurance.

“Damn, you still dare to bargain?” Mo Fei cursed, brandishing a throwing knife as he stepped forward, making Yan Dong clamp his legs together in terror.

Lin Fan shot Mo Fei a look, signaling him to stop, and said calmly, “Go on. As long as what you say is valuable, I’ll consider letting you go.”

Seeing Lin Fan agree, Yan Dong obediently confessed. Nothing was more important than his own life. He knew that even though Wei Liang wouldn’t spare him for talking, if he kept silent, he’d have to face the King of Hell right now.

After Yan Dong finished, Lin Fan finally understood: Yan Dong and Yu Weihua had assaulted the same girl—no, it was a threesome, and Master Wei had participated as well. But Wei had only recorded footage of Yan Dong and Yu Weihua’s assault, keeping himself out of it, and even giving a copy of the video to Yan Dong. According to Yan Dong, since Wei Liang could use it to threaten him, he could also threaten Yu Weihua...

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