Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Although he had severed ties with the Long family, he had never sought revenge against them. It was all because of his deep love for his mother, and besides, Longhai Group was founded by his mother’s family. As long as he mentioned his name, Longhai Group would naturally show him some respect.

But unexpectedly, Longhai Group had shown him no courtesy at all. Worse, they had allowed Tang Shihan to be hurt so grievously.

Ye Fengyun clenched his fists, threw on his coat, and left home.

In the twilight, a lone figure sped through the city streets with a swiftness that left even the young heirs’ sports cars trailing far behind.

Meanwhile, the bespectacled man was working late at the office, his mind filled with images of Tang Yilin.

“What a seductive woman… I really wish I could have her,” he muttered, growing more heated with every passing thought.

Just then, a shadow appeared outside the enormous floor-to-ceiling window behind him. Moonlight cast that silhouette onto the floor—grim and foreboding, like an executioner of the night.

Catching sight of the shadow, the bespectacled man recoiled in horror.

“Y-you—you—” he stammered, stumbling backward.

This was the seventh floor! How could anyone be standing outside the window?

The stranger pressed five unmoving fingers against the glass, fixing him with a silent, unyielding gaze.

The bespectacled man managed to compose himself and scoffed, “What an idiot! This is high-grade bulletproof glass—completely unbreakable. Don’t tell me you’re trying to smash your way in? Ha! That’s hilarious. You can hang out there and freeze for all I care!”

But the next moment, cracks began to snake their way across the supposedly unbreakable bulletproof glass.

The smugness froze on the bespectacled man’s face.

With a crisp crack, the glass shattered. Shards rained down, reflecting the neon lights and nightlife below the towering buildings.

A fierce wind swept in, tossing Ye Fengyun’s hair and coat. He looked every bit the harbinger of doom, descending upon the bespectacled man, guided by the cold glow of the moon.

“G-ghost!” the bespectacled man screamed when he saw Ye Fengyun’s face.

Without a word, Ye Fengyun slapped him so hard he was sent crashing into the wall.

The difference in strength was overwhelming. In Ye Fengyun’s eyes, the bespectacled man was smaller than an ant.

Now embedded in the wall, the bespectacled man could barely move, his eyes desperately fixed on his phone atop the desk—completely out of reach.

“Looking for this?” Ye Fengyun pulled up a swivel chair and sat down, crossing his legs. He tossed the phone to the man pinned against the wall. “Call. Whoever you want.”

With great difficulty, the bespectacled man dialed the security team.

In no time, the entire security force burst into the office. The commotion grew, eventually alarming the higher-ups.

When the executives arrived and opened the office door, they were greeted by the sight of security personnel strewn across the floor, the bespectacled man wedged into the wall, and a lone man sitting in a rocking chair, legs crossed, calmly sipping tea as the night breeze and silvery moonlight flowed around him.

Ye Fengyun took a sip of tea, looked up coldly at the executives, and said, “Bring Long San to me.”

“Who the hell are you, you ugly freak? Quit putting on this act. Believe me when I say one call and you’re finished!” one of the higher-ups snapped, oblivious to the gravity of the situation. “Now get on your knees, kowtow three times, crawl out of here like a dog, and maybe I’ll let you go.”