Li Jiaorong was instantly overjoyed: "Husband, you are too smart. This way, the position of the Han family patriarch will be our son's, and all the Han family's assets will be ours!"
"But," Li Jiaorong seemed to think of something else and frowned.
"But what?" Ghost Hand asked.
Li Jiaorong said, "But Han Feng's second brother has always coveted the position of the Han family patriarch. I'm afraid if he finds out that Haoran is not Han Feng's son, he will ruin our plan."
Ghost Hand reached out and pinched Li Jiaorong's cheek, sneering, "Heh heh, what are you afraid of? If he dares to mess things up, I don't mind letting the Han family hold another funeral."
Li Jiaorong nestled on Ghost Hand's chest: "With your words, I'm relieved."
"Bang bang bang."
Just then, the villa door was knocked.
Ghost Hand frowned: "Damn it, which dog is so blind to disturb me at this time."
"Master Gui, it's us." From outside the door, a familiar voice came.
Li Jiaorong's face lit up with joy: "Husband, it's them, the two assassins you hired are back, they must have completed the mission."
Ghost Hand's face turned cold: "Damn it, I've already paid them, why are they looking for me? Isn't this causing trouble for me?"
Then he patted Li Jiaorong: "Open the door, I want to see what these two idiots are here for."
Li Jiaorong got up excitedly, put on her pajamas, picked up the remote, and opened the electric armored door.
The door here was built by Ghost Hand at a great cost, also for his own safety.
The door opened, and two figures walked into the villa.
Li Jiaorong sat on the sofa in a thin nightgown, while Ghost Hand lit a cigarette.
Seeing the two men, Ghost Hand asked, "You two finished your business, why didn't you leave Jiangcheng quickly and come to me?"
The two men exchanged glances, looking somewhat nervous.
Li Jiaorong massaged Ghost Hand's arm: "Husband, don't be so fierce, maybe they recorded the scene and want us to see how Chen Fan begged for mercy on his knees."
"Heh heh heh."
Thinking of how miserable Chen Fan looked at that time, Li Jiaorong couldn't help but let out an excited laugh.
Ghost Hand glanced at the two: "Is that so? I must say, I also really want to see how that kid begged for mercy before he died. He must have been so scared that he wet his pants, right?"
Ghost Hand also laughed.
The two men still stood nervously, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.
"Want to see me beg for mercy? You probably won't have this chance in your lifetime." However, at this moment, another voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.
A young man's figure walked into the villa.
Hearing this voice, Ghost Hand and Li Jiaorong simultaneously looked behind the two men.
Upon seeing the figure, both of them were stunned and shouted the other's name in disbelief.
"Chen Fan?!"
"Chen Fan? How are you here? You're not dead?!"
Ghost Hand asked in shock, looking at the two men with doubt.
At this moment, the two men lowered their heads, not daring to meet Ghost Hand's gaze.
Seeing their demeanor, Ghost Hand naturally guessed that Chen Fan must have been brought by them.
Ghost Hand's face immediately turned angry: "You two idiots, why the hell did you bring him here?! You two with two guns, couldn't you handle this kid?!"
The two men looked bitter and couldn't say a word.
"Useless!" Ghost Hand glared at the two men.
Then he turned his gaze to Chen Fan: "Chen Fan, you have quite the nerve to dare to come to my place."
Chen Fan smiled calmly. Seeing Li Jiaorong with Ghost Hand, he suddenly realized: "So the Han family patriarch has been raising a son for you for over twenty years."
"That's right, Han Haoran is my Ghost Hand's son," Ghost Hand admitted generously.
Chen Fan sneered: "Aren't you afraid I'll spread this out by saying that? I think the Han family patriarch would be very angry if he knew about this."
"Hahahaha!" Ghost Hand burst into laughter.
"Chen Fan, do you really think you have a chance to leave here?"
"You beat my son into that state, I, Ghost Hand, will have your life! Since they couldn't kill you, I'll do it myself today, saving me two million."
Chen Fan said playfully, "Is that so? Do you really think that since they couldn't kill me, you have this chance?"
Ghost Hand glanced at the two men: "They are just useless."
Then he shouted towards the door: "Outside, come in!"
However, there was silence outside the door.
Ghost Hand's face darkened, looking somewhat angry, and he shouted again: "Outside, are you all dead? Hurry up and come in!"
But there was still silence outside, not a single footstep.
For his safety, he had arranged several skilled bodyguards outside the door, and even some bodyguards in cars by the roadside.
"Gui, Master Gui, you, you don't need to shout anymore, they, they can't come in." One of the two men said to Ghost Hand, trembling.
Hearing this, Ghost Hand finally realized something was wrong, and his face immediately turned grim.
Chen Fan's voice also sounded at this moment: "He's right, no matter how loud you shout, they won't come in."
"This, how is this possible?!" Ghost Hand looked at Chen Fan in disbelief.
Chen Fan walked slowly towards Ghost Hand and stood in front of him.
"Kid, you, what do you want to do?" Ghost Hand stared at Chen Fan nervously.
Chen Fan sneered: "Ghost Hand, you hired two assassins to kill me, what do you think I want to do?"
Li Jiaorong, wearing a thin nightgown, stood up and pointed at Chen Fan angrily: "Chen Fan, I advise you to get out immediately. If you dare to touch us with even a finger."
"Slap!"
Before Li Jiaorong could finish speaking, Chen Fan raised his hand and slapped her across the face.
"Ah!"
Li Jiaorong screamed, and her whole body fell onto the sofa, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.
"I never hit women, but I do hit beasts," Chen Fan said coldly.
Then Chen Fan looked at Ghost Hand again, a cold glint in his eyes.
Ghost Hand's face darkened: "Chen Fan, you're very brave, but don't forget, you still have a grandmother back in your hometown."
"Bang!"
Chen Fan kicked him directly in the chest.
With a cry of pain, Ghost Hand flipped over from the sofa and fell to the ground.
Chen Fan walked over again, stepped on Ghost Hand's head, and his eyes flashed with extreme anger.
This was the first time someone had threatened him with his family, and it had crossed Chen Fan's bottom line.
"Heh heh, kid, if you have the guts, kill me. As long as I'm still breathing, I'll send people to find your grandmother and torture her to death!"
"You dare!"
Chen Fan angrily raised his foot and kicked Ghost Hand in the chest.
"Crack crack crack!"
This kick directly broke several of Ghost Hand's ribs.