Chapter 45: Such a Trivial Matter, I Forgot Long Ago

Chu Fei knew the two men were coming for him. The young man leading the way was Ye Chen, and the old man behind him was probably the backup he'd called in.

The reason Ye Chen had managed to track him down was simple: after Chu Fei had called Shen Linglong earlier, she had revealed both Chu Fei and Shen Miaoyu’s whereabouts, along with their license plate number. Ye Chen had used certain means to pinpoint Chu Fei’s location, which allowed him to intercept them here.

Chu Fei told Shen Miaoyu to wait in the car while he went to handle things. Yet Shen Miaoyu grabbed his hand.

Chu Fei smiled, “Worried about me?”

“If Ye Chen dares to come looking for you, he must have come fully prepared. Why don’t we run…”

Though Shen Miaoyu knew Chu Fei was good in a fight, there was always someone stronger in this world—especially that old man behind Ye Chen, who clearly wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

“I only have one year left to live.”

“So?”

“A man with nothing to lose is unstoppable.”

For some reason, when Shen Miaoyu heard that, a pang of sorrow pierced her heart. Yes, he had only a year left, and he was still so young. With death looming so close, buried up to his neck, what could possibly frighten him now?

Chu Fei was not someone indifferent to life and death—he was simply equally indifferent to everyone’s fate, his own included. In short: if he was going to die, everyone could die with him. What was there to fear?

And as for Ye Chen—he was hardly someone who could end Chu Fei’s life here.

When Chu Fei stepped out of the car, Ye Chen immediately began to curse. “You bastard, do you still remember your grandpa? Today, I’ll make sure you die right here!”

“Who are you calling a bastard?” Chu Fei raised an eyebrow.

“I’m calling you a bastard, obviously.”

“Oh, so it’s the bastard calling me a bastard, huh?”

Ye Chen was momentarily caught off guard, and only realized a moment later that Chu Fei had turned the insult back on him. Enraged, he shouted to the man behind him, “Master Tan, this mongrel was the one who hit me in the face! Break his arms and legs, force him to kneel with his head to the ground!”

Master Tan, who had indeed intended to step forward, suddenly froze when he saw Chu Fei.

Ye Chen kept chattering, “Master Tan is one of Long City’s five top fighters. Killing a nobody like you is as easy as lifting a hand. If you don’t want to die, kneel and clean my shoes with your tongue! And have the woman in your car spend a night with me—I might let you live like the dog you are!”

But in truth, Ye Chen already had a plan: he would punish Shen Miaoyu right in front of Chu Fei, humiliating him, and then kill them both. After all, Shen Linglong didn’t care about their lives, so he had nothing to lose.

Yet, having finished all his threats, the Master Tan behind him remained motionless, looking increasingly uncomfortable.

Ye Chen frowned. “Master Tan, why aren’t you doing anything? Master Tan, why are your hands on my head? Master Tan, what’s with that awkward expression?”

Crack!

With a burst of force, Tan Yingyao twisted and broke Ye Chen’s neck.

Ye Chen collapsed immediately, unable to comprehend why he was the one to die.

After killing Ye Chen, Tan Yingyao dropped to his knees before Chu Fei, tears streaming down his face.

“Mr. Chu, I truly didn’t know he wanted me to deal with you. If I’d known, even ten times the courage wouldn’t have been enough for me to challenge you!”

It was only then that Chu Fei remembered who this man was. That night at MIUMIU Bar, this old fellow had been Huang Guojie’s bodyguard, who had called for backup only to be instantly defeated by Chu Fei.

To Tan Yingyao, Chu Fei was a monster. That night, Chu Fei had sent Huang Guocheng to the hospital, and in the morning, wiped out the entire Huang family—killing even Fang Yuanliang. Who would dare cross a man who could slaughter a family at a whim?

To save his own skin, Tan Yingyao had no choice but to kill Ye Chen. Though Ye Chen had once saved his life, nothing was more precious than his own.

When Chu Fei didn’t reply, Tan Yingyao spoke nervously, “About what happened before, I hope you won’t take it to heart, Mr. Chu.”

“Oh—” Chu Fei said lightly, “You mean last night at midnight, when I beat up your master and you tried to threaten and attack me, only to be defeated in a single move? Such a trivial matter, I’ve long forgotten.”

Forgotten? But he remembered every detail. Wasn’t this just a veiled threat?

Tan Yingyao’s lips twitched, but he pressed on. “The Huang family’s been destroyed. I beg you, Mr. Chu, please spare my life. I’ll serve you loyally from now on!”

“There’s still one left in the hospital, isn’t there?” Chu Fei’s gaze was sharp as a blade.

“I’ll send Huang Guocheng on his final journey right away!”

Tan Yingyao immediately understood Chu Fei’s meaning. This Mr. Chu was ruthless, but if he could serve under such a powerful man, he could walk proudly in Long City from now on.

Besides, with the Huang family gone, Huang Guocheng was now worthless. Killing him as a show of loyalty was perfect.

“Sigh, you really don’t know how to behave,” Chu Fei said with a dismissive wave. “Some things should simply be done, not spoken aloud. Don’t make it sound like I ordered you.”

Tan Yingyao: “…”

Wasn’t that exactly what he was doing? But he dared not say so.

He could only say, “This has nothing to do with you, Mr. Chu. I’ve never liked Huang Guocheng, and I want to kill him myself. It has nothing to do with you at all!”

“Deal with the bodies here first,” Chu Fei waved him off. “Once that Huang fellow is dead, take over the Huang family’s business. Then find an excuse to send money to the Guan family. You know what I mean, right?”

Though his relationship with Song Yalan was purely physical, she was still his woman in some sense. This little favor would count as her fee.

Tan Yingyao was overjoyed. From Chu Fei’s tone, it was clear he intended to make him his subordinate. After all, if he was going to serve anyone, it might as well be someone who could wipe out the Huang family single-handedly.

“I’ll get right to it!” Tan Yingyao took his leave with utmost respect.

Afterward, Chu Fei returned to the Rolls-Royce. With such a subordinate, there would be many things he would no longer have to handle personally. He could spare more time to meet with his fiancées—after all, a few of them were still in other cities.

Shen Miaoyu, still shaken, asked, “It’s over, just like that?”

“Reason or force—he had to submit to one of them,” Chu Fei replied.

“I heard something about the Huang family just now. Was it you who destroyed them?”

“I prefer to repay enmity with direct action.”

“So you really wiped them out?”

“Exactly. If someone bears a grudge against you, just beat him to death!”

That’s your idea of direct repayment? That’s not Confucius, that’s a play on words!

Before Shen Miaoyu could retort, Chu Fei started the car and drove back to the villa, thinking that this time, no one would disturb him again.

We are all decent people. When it comes to love, let’s do more and speak less.