849: Chapter 843: Losing One’s Mind 849: Chapter 843: Losing One’s Mind The setting sun cast its dying rays across the sky, bathing the horizon in a splendor that was extraordinarily vibrant and beautiful.
At the entrance of the Nangang police station, Ye Chenfeng was wearing a tailored black suit.
This suit had been specially prepared for him by Chen Jianjun.
Ye Chenfeng, born a perfect clothes hanger, made any outfit look exceptionally good on him.
The black suit added a touch of wicked charm to Ye Chenfeng, with his jet-black hair neatly layered and his slightly gaunt but very appealing face greatly enhancing his temperament and appearance, fully embodying the aura of an idol.
Standing beside Ye Chenfeng, Chen Jianjun said, “Mr.
Ye, later tonight, I’ll dispatch fifty special police officers to be on standby near Beigang Port.
From what I understand, once all the guests have boarded the Fans’ luxury yacht, it will set sail into the sea.
After circling the nearby waters, it will return to Beigang Port.”
“After the Fans’ yacht departs, we’ll have several smaller yachts follow at a distance, ready to intervene in case of an emergency so that I can send in the special police at any moment.
Of course, with you on the yacht, Mr.
Ye, I believe you can handle any trouble that comes your way.”
“This Mercedes is prepared for you, Mr.
Ye.
I hope it meets your satisfaction,” Chen Jianjun asked, pointing at a black Mercedes parked nearby.
Ye Chenfeng replied casually, “Director Chen, I’m not particular about these things.
Whatever you arrange is fine with me.”
“Why isn’t Siyu out yet?
It’s just a change of clothes!
She’s usually very efficient.
I’ll go hurry her up for you, Mr.
Ye.”
Just as Chen Jianjun was about to enter the police station to urge Chen Siyu, she emerged, clad in a black evening dress with a pair of black high heels on her feet.
Chen Siyu’s black evening dress hugged her voluptuous figure, accentuating every curve, while light makeup on her fair face added a few extra touches of feminine allure.
After meticulous preparation, Chen Siyu had transformed into a breathtakingly beautiful woman.
She had never worn an evening dress or high heels before; today was her very first time dressing so femininely, and she felt somewhat awkward in her attire.
With her lips gently biting her red lips, Chen Siyu was about to descend the steps in front of the police station when her unfamiliarity with the high heels caused her right foot to twist suddenly, sending her toppling forward.
Just as Chen Siyu was about to meet the ground in a more personal encounter, Ye Chenfeng’s footsteps moved instantly, and his figure rapidly appeared beside her.
His right hand wrapped around Chen Siyu’s slender waist and pulled her fiercely into his embrace.
Ye Chenfeng, holding Chen Siyu by the waist, stood face to face with her, with an incredibly small distance between their faces, close enough to clearly feel each other’s breath from their noses.
Although holding the beauty in his arms was very comfortable, Ye Chenfeng controlled the yearning in his heart, promptly releasing his arm and pretending as if nothing had happened.
He casually said, “Let’s hurry up and leave, or we’ll be late for tonight’s party.”
After speaking, Ye Chenfeng took the driver’s seat in the Mercedes, while Chen Siyu sat in the passenger’s seat.
As Ye Chenfeng and Chen Siyu drove towards Beigang Port in Nangang.
The shores of Beigang Port were already lined with numerous luxury cars, and a seven-story yacht quietly lay at anchor on the water’s surface.
This yacht, named “Fan Number One,” was the most opulent cruise ship belonging to the Fans in Nangang.
With a restaurant, casino, cinema, swimming pool, and other facilities, everything was available; the services offered on this yacht surpassed those of a five-star hotel.
However, tonight’s party would only occupy the bottom six floors of Fan Number One, as the seventh floor was not open to the guests of the evening.
In a luxurious room on the seventh floor of Fan’s Number One,
Zhan Lang, who possessed Initial Stage King Level Soul Force, sat in a chair with two young men standing in front of him.
One of them was Wu Tian, who had been training with him, possessing an Initial Stage King Level strength as well, while the other was Fan Qi, the third generation of the Fans and the nominal organizer of tonight’s seaside banquet.
In the center of the luxurious room was a huge bed on which lay two women of good looks and figures.
One of them, dressed in a purple evening gown, was named Xu Meiling, the fiancée of Fan Qi; the other, in a pink nightgown, was named Fan Meilu, Fan Qi’s biological sister.
Not long ago, Zhan Lang had made a visit to the Fans’, where he killed Fan Qi’s grandfather, father, and others.
Zhan Lang had given Fan Qi a choice: either become his dog or meet the King of Hell.
Craving life and fearing death, Fan Qi unhesitatingly chose to be Zhan Lang’s dog, and Zhan Lang also helped him to secure his position as the Family Head of the Fans.
Standing before Zhan Lang, Fan Qi, looking at his sister and fiancée lying on the bed, felt a twinge of reluctance.
Take his fiancée, for example, he hadn’t even touched Xu Meiling yet!
It could be said that both Xu Meiling and his sister Fan Meilu were genuine and untouched, and Zhan Lang was going to lay his hands on them tonight.
Zhan Lang, sitting on the chair, glanced at Fan Qi before him and asked with a sneer, “What’s the matter?
Can’t bear it?
Or does it pain your heart?
To be a dog, you must have the resolve of a dog.
What do women mean to a man, anyway?
In the future, you will feel honored to have been my dog.”
As he spoke, Zhan Lang stood up from his chair and began to undress, laughing as he said, “Now, let me start with two appetizers before the banquet begins this evening, when I can enjoy even more main courses.” Zhan Lang licked his lips unconsciously.
“Brother Lang, I’ll step back now,” said Fan Qi, clenching his teeth.
“Did I tell you to step back?
Both of you stand right here,” Zhan Lang ordered coldly.
Wu Tian, standing next to Fan Qi, said softly, “Fan Qi, just accept your fate!
Actually, to be Brother Lang’s dog, you’re lucky.
At least you won’t have to meet the King of Hell as early as your grandfather and father did.”
Frozen in place, Fan Qi watched Zhan Lang approach the large bed step by step, his breathing becoming a bit rushed.
After reaching the bed, Zhan Lang roused Fan Meilu and Xu Meiling, who had been drugged so much that they couldn’t move at all, not even capable of biting their tongues to commit suicide.
As Xu Meiling and Fan Meilu regained consciousness and saw Zhan Lang, naked as he climbed onto the bed, and then saw Fan Qi and Wu Tian not far away, they were initially confused.
However, as Zhan Lang began to move, they realized the direness of their situation.
“Fan Qi, please save me, please save me…” Xu Meiling begged weakly.
However, Fan Qi remained motionless, and witnessing this, Xu Meiling was plunged completely into despair.
…
Fan Qi, standing aside and observing the scene unfold, felt an intense rage igniting within him.
Yet, recalling the ruthless way Zhan Lang had killed his grandfather and father, his anger was snuffed out once more.
In this world, some people surrender their dignity and the bottom line of being human to survive, even abandoning their closest kin; while others would charge ahead regardless of consequences to protect their loved ones, friends, and partners, not even caring about their own lives.
Fan Qi clearly belonged to the former, while Ye Chenfeng belonged to the latter.
With Fan Qi not daring to utter a sound against such heinous acts by Zhan Lang, he was truly made to be a dog.
(To be continued.
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