Chapter 79: Father and Son on the Battlefield

After setting up the camera, Yu Jiang gave a sly, greasy smile and lunged straight onto the bed. Yu Wei Hua had already been entangled with the mistress, and Yu Jiang quickly joined the fray.

The three of them indulged themselves without restraint. Yu Wei Hua had lost his mother when he was young, and over the years he had been so influenced by Yu Jiang that he knew every filthy trick there was. After more than an hour of exhausting exertion, father and son finally embraced their shared mistress and sank into a deep sleep on the bed.

No one knew how long had passed when, still in their dreams, Yu Jiang vaguely heard the moans of a woman and the heavy breathing of a man in the bedroom, drifting around his ears, half dream and half reality. Slowly opening his eyes, Yu Jiang found that the bedroom television had been switched on, and on it was playing a sex video of himself and his son in the throes of passion with the mistress.

He let out a lewd laugh and said, "Baby, why are you suddenly in such a good mood? Waking up in the middle of the night to watch this—could it be that the two of us didn’t feed you enough just now? You little slut."

Just moments before, during their heated struggle, Yu Jiang had discovered that he was no worse than his son, and that filled him with the conviction that his masculine vigor was still as strong as ever. No woman would ever escape submission beneath him.

As he spoke, his hand reached over, groping and teasing with deliberate force. Then, all at once, his eyes widened. The person beside him should have been the mistress, yet what he touched was not a woman at all, but the unmistakable shape of a man’s body.

"Want more? Don’t pull away. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely satisfy you today," Yu Wei Hua murmured with his eyes closed, smirking obscenely as he felt someone touching his lower body.

At that voice, Yu Jiang froze slightly, then reached for the light and sat up.

"Ah—"

The moment the bedroom light came on, Yu Jiang cried out in shock. In his bedroom, two people were actually sitting there, watching the video of his own lovemaking with avid interest.

"You... who are you? How did you get in here? Where is Li Li? What did you do with Li Li?" Li Li was the mistress he and his son had been keeping.

The two people, needless to say, were Lin Fan and Mo Fei. After leaving Yan Dong's residence, they had gone straight to Yu Jiang's home. Lin Fan had already forced the address out of Yan Dong long before Yan Dong's death.

Yu Jiang's wife had died early, and by now his home had long been occupied by that mistress named Li Li. Whenever they had time, Yu Jiang and Yu Wei Hua would hurry back home. After all, who could resist such a bewitching temptress waiting for them there?

"Boss, you really can't tell at first glance. This old guy is almost as good as his son in bed. Look at that, damn it, he can even pull off such a difficult move," Mo Fei cried out in amazement while watching the video.

"This recording is pretty well done. If we sold it on the market, it would definitely outsell those imported bedroom art films from across the sea," Lin Fan said. "As for the title, let's call it 'Father and Son on the Front Lines.' That should be a strong selling point."

"Yeah. Just hearing the name is enough to draw in a whole crowd. It really does fit that old saying: brothers kill tigers together, fathers and sons go to war together. Who would have thought they had this sort of hobby?" Mo Fei nodded, clearly agreeing with Lin Fan. This film had real commercial value.

The two sat on the sofa, trading remarks back and forth, completely ignoring Yu Jiang, as though they had not heard him at all.

Yu Jiang stared at Lin Fan and Mo Fei, stunned. For a moment he could not even make out what these two had come here for. Robbery? Sexual assault?

"Come on, let me give you a good time."

At that moment, Yu Wei Hua's hand reached out to a nearby body, only to grasp empty air.

He opened his drowsy eyes. The light was a little blinding, and he sat up as well. When he saw Lin Fan and Mo Fei, his mouth flew open in disbelief. He had clearly never imagined that someone would actually come into his own home and still be watching the video of his recent "battle."

"Who are you people, and why are you here?" Yu Jiang frowned slightly and asked. In the middle of the night, for two strangers to appear in his house without a trace, and to show not the slightest respect for him—Yu Jiang could not help feeling some fear. But he had spent so many years in politics that this was no accident; very quickly, he regained his composure and put on the air of an official.

Yu Wei Hua, however, stared at Lin Fan and froze. He felt as if he had seen this man somewhere before, but for a moment he could not remember where.

"What, City Mayor Yu doesn't recognize me?" Lin Fan said with obvious surprise, his tone lightly mocking, as if Yu Jiang should naturally know him.

After hearing that, Yu Jiang had a bad feeling. Since the other side knew he was the mayor and still dared to break openly into his home, this was certainly not someone who could be frightened away by a little official posturing.

"How could I know you? You barged into my home in the dead of night—what exactly do you want? And where did you take Li Li? Let me warn you, murder is against the law."

He cherished that mistress dearly. If not for fear of public criticism, he would have married Li Li long ago. Since his wife was already dead, who he married made no difference; better to keep someone who could truly please him.

"Mayor Yu, your memory is really something. Wasn't it you and Wei Liang who set me up to escape from prison?" Lin Fan said calmly. "And wasn't it also you who ordered the police to shoot me dead on the spot during the arrest? I’m not mistaken, am I?"

"You... you're Lin Fan?" Yu Jiang said in terror. He had never imagined that after escaping from prison, Lin Fan would not flee, but instead swagger straight into his own home. This was nothing less than a naked provocation.

Through Wei Liang, he already knew that Lin Fan was only a lowly security guard. If things truly came to a life-or-death struggle, then he had no advantage at all.

Learning that the man before him was Lin Fan, Yu Wei Hua was also plainly stunned, though he said nothing. After all, these matters were being handled by his father; as long as nothing happened to him, he would not care in the least.

After a pause, Yu Jiang said, "Yes, I gave that order. But you are, after all, a murderer. Right now the higher-ups are keeping a close eye on City T and placing great emphasis on public security. I had no choice but to use your murder and prison break to make an example of you, so as to maintain order in City T and let those with evil intentions know that the laws of our nation are sacred, solemn, and inviolable."

His words were righteous and forceful, almost beyond reproach, leaving Lin Fan neither laughing nor crying. This old fox would not shed tears until he saw the coffin; he was quite good at putting on a show and quite skilled at arguing.

"Why I kill you, you know perfectly well in your own heart. But I can't be bothered to argue with you," Lin Fan said with a faint smile, pointing at the video still playing on the television. "I wonder what would happen if I handed these recordings over to the discipline commission."

Yu Jiang was slightly startled. If Lin Fan really handed those discs over, then even if he used a little influence, he might not lose his office, but the position of municipal party secretary would almost certainly be beyond his reach.

Still, Yu Jiang was a seasoned veteran of the political world. How could he possibly be frightened by a single sentence from Lin Fan?

After a brief thought, Yu Jiang said, "This is nothing more than my private life. Besides, my wife has been dead for ages. Keeping a woman at home is perfectly normal, isn't it? At most the discipline commission would only pin on me a charge of poor personal conduct. With my connections above, handling this sort of thing would not be difficult. What, do you think these videos are enough to threaten me?"

First Wei Liang had threatened him, and now some small-time security guard was threatening him. As the mayor of a city, how could Yu Jiang possibly swallow that?

"Damn it, quit putting on airs and pretending to be some grand official. Believe it or not, I could slit your throat right now." Mo Fei's flying dagger flashed out instantly, stabbing straight into the bed, right beside Yu Jiang's manhood.

Yu Jiang stared at the dagger and shuddered coldly. If he had moved a little just now, he would likely have become a eunuch already. Just thinking about it sent a chill through him.

Beside him, Yu Wei Hua looked at Lin Fan with an extremely strange expression, as if he had thought of something but was not quite sure.

"What, do you think I wouldn't dare kill you?" Mo Fei changed his tone and fixed his eyes on Yu Jiang.

Yu Jiang's heart trembled. Lin Fan was a murderer, and he probably could do anything. If he really died at these two men's hands, that would be far too pointless.

But in Yu Jiang's view, Lin Fan would not kill him. If he truly wanted his life, why bother saying so much? He could have acted while Yu Jiang was asleep just now.

So there was only one explanation for their behavior: they wanted to negotiate.

Please add this to your bookshelf.