This aura...
It's Uncle Ming Chen!
Chen Fan mused for a moment, then identified the familiar presence.
He frowned, a hint of displeasure on his brow.
"Didn't I tell you not to show yourself recently?"
Uncle Ming Chen approached and said softly, "I... I was worried they might harm the young master!"
Hearing this, Chen Fan's expression turned playful. "You think those people can harm me?"
"Or are you saying you don't believe in my strength?"
Uncle Ming Chen stood frozen, unsure how to respond.
Chen Fan glanced at him sideways. "You appeared when I told you not to, which means you have something to tell me, right or wrong?"
Uncle Ming Chen hadn't expected Chen Fan to be so sharp; his guess was spot on. He nodded, "Yes, there is indeed something!"
Chen Fan said, "Don't hold back in front of me. Just say it directly!"
"Okay... okay!"
"The Chen clan has started investigating you, young master, which means they must have heard some rumors. Therefore, I propose we strike first!" Uncle Ming Chen said, somewhat agitated.
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "What? Are you trying to use me as a weapon? Fooling me however you please?"
"Ah? I didn't mean that!" Uncle Ming Chen was startled and involuntarily knelt on the ground. "Young master, I absolutely didn't mean that!"
"I was just a little worried about your safety!"
Chen Fan said with a half-smile, "Do you think those few from the Chen clan can harm me? Or is it that Chen Fan is not as good as them!" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Chen Fan was being a bit overbearing now.
Uncle Ming Chen realized he had said the wrong thing and lowered his head. "I... I'm sorry, I was overthinking. But young master, there is one thing you must believe: I am loyal to you!"
Chen Fan was not concerned with that now. "Alright, alright, stop rambling. We'll talk about the Chen clan's matters when I decide to deal with them!"
"As for you, if you don't want to die, it's best not to show your face again!"
"As far as I know, the Chen clan is still investigating the murderer of Chen Hong!"
"You figure it out yourself!"
Uncle Ming Chen was speechless, his eyes wide, just standing there rigidly.
After a while, he finally lowered his head. "I... I'm sorry, it's my fault!"
"Young master, please rest early!"
Chen Fan couldn't be bothered.
He went to rest.
As for the matters concerning the Chen clan and Uncle Ming Chen, he paid no mind at all.
However, Uncle Ming Chen felt a bit displeased but ultimately suppressed it.
What could he do? Chen Fan was his young master.
Alas...
Thinking of this, he felt a sense of helplessness.
Two days passed in a flash...
At this time, Lao Qi had already arrived in the United States.
He had changed his attire and carried himself with a certain air, looking the part.
A black suit, slicked-back hair, shiny leather shoes – he looked like a financial elite.
Upon arriving, he found the location of Jiuzhou Group...
He stopped.
Finding a relatively quiet spot, he dialed Wu Dao's number. At this moment, Wu Dao was still enjoying himself amidst soft luxury.
His entire being exuded contentment.
Shortly after, a piercing ringtone suddenly broke through Wu Dao's enjoyment.
A hint of annoyance flickered across his face. Who the hell was it!
Calling him at such a moment?
Damn it...
He turned and saw it was Lao Qi. His anger subsided slightly. He then gestured for the woman beside him to leave before answering the call.
"Lao Qi, is the job done?"