“Speak. After my father collapsed, you suddenly disappeared and neglected the Banmu Office, and now you’ve suddenly returned wanting to regain power. What exactly is your intention?” Qingye Heshi took the unlit cigarette from his mouth.
Zheng Fan saw a few people, including Xiao Zhao, who had snuck in.
He greeted them: “Yo, good morning.”
“Fei Ge, good morning… No, we heard that Chief Chuanmu is back. What’s going on here?” Xiao Zhao instinctively greeted him, then quickly realized that this occasion wasn't suitable for a leisurely greeting.
“A usurpation,” Zheng Fan described concisely.
Xiao Zhao was stunned but not surprised: “Brother Qingye is finally ready to usurp!”
“You talk as if his constipation has finally cleared up,” Zheng Fan casually handed out cigarettes to his subordinates.
“Can he usurp Chief Chuanmu?” Xiao Zhao took the cigarette and asked again.
“If we’re talking about who can pull off a bigger one, I should side with Chuanmu.” Zheng Fan lit cigarettes for his subordinates, making everyone except Xiao Zhao, his closest confidant, feel flattered.
Xiao Zhao, however, was used to Fei Ge’s thought process. See, they were seriously discussing which of the two big brothers could “usurp” more effectively.
Meanwhile, Chuanmu stared at Qingye Heshi for a long time, then slowly spoke: “Do you want to save your father?”
Qingye Heshi’s expression remained unchanged: “Explain clearly.”
“I’ve found a way to save your father.”
“You’re not going to try to convince me with such a ridiculous reason, are you?” Qingye Heshi’s tone was cold. The credibility was too low. What kind of rescue method would require him to weaken Qingye Heshi’s influence and re-enter the Banmu Office to achieve it?
Chuanmu shook his head and sighed helplessly: “That’s why I’m planning to use this method. You’re too stubborn, a bit like your dad, but even more so. I admire you, but I’ve never really liked you. I can only say that this method is real, but it’s definitely not a method you can tolerate.”
“Then don’t say it. Let father rest peacefully,” Qingye Heshi said without hesitation. This made Zheng Fan exclaim, “Filial piety!” A true CEO should be like this!
Chuanmu narrowed his eyes: “That won’t do. Compared to you, this ‘great filial son,’ I’ve been gone for so long precisely to make Zong Si wake up. I have never betrayed him.”
Upon hearing this, Ichinose Supervisor, who was standing nearby, felt even more conflicted and hesitant.
Chuanmu continued: “Time is short. That woman from the Processing Bureau is probably still waiting. Let’s finish this quickly.”
After speaking, he suddenly erupted, his instantaneous speed surpassing the reaction of almost everyone present. Gunshots followed closely, and transparent bullets, whose outlines could only be vaguely seen, instantly shattered the heads of multiple people.
Several of these bullets flew straight at Qingye Heshi, who reacted, and an “air wall” formed by distorted airflow around him blocked the bullets.
Glancing at the bullets that dissipated on their own after losing all their impact, Qingye Heshi frowned slightly.
In his memory, Chuanmu had reached a strong level in melees just by relying on the blood-red Fantasy Factor, and later, by using Fantasy Factors obtained through certain channels combined with Phantasms, he possessed the strength of a collective.
That was in the past. There was no intelligence about these special bullets in his impression. He didn't know how much Chuanmu had improved over the years.
Moreover, these bullets felt very strange to him.
But these are side notes for now...
With the airflow propelling his body, combined with his already impressive physique, Qingye Heshi also burst forth from his spot, directly catching up to the rapidly moving Chuanmu, even faster than him, and intercepting him.
Chuanmu grinned, employing wild gun-fighting techniques, and engaged Qingye Heshi in battle.
Neither of them gave way, causing the large warehouse to become somewhat chaotic.
Qingye Heshi’s other subordinates went to control Su Hongyuan’s group, but they also met with some resistance. These people had long anticipated this situation and were well-prepared, operating various weapons and Phantasms, making them difficult to subdue for a time.
“Fei Ge, what should we do?” Xiao Zhao rubbed his hands. Although they came along like they were just watching a show, seeing the “dynastic change” in the Banmu Office had already made him feel like he got his “money’s worth.”
Zheng Fan clicked his lighter on and off, pondering without speaking.
At this moment, a corner of the warehouse was blown open. It turned out to be Su Hongyuan’s subordinates directly using explosives inside the Banmu Office!
Their forceful arrival to provide support could certainly be called good subordinates.
Zheng Fan looked at Xiao Zhao and the others, whose equipment was even cleaner than what Cheng Fei wore at home in the summer: “How many guys did you bring?”
No sooner had he spoken than these subordinates, as if a switch had been flipped, pulled open their slightly thick summer jackets, revealing weapons inside that were no less powerful than the firepower Su Hongyuan’s group had prepared.
“Lin… What have I been teaching you all this time?” Zheng Fan couldn’t help but ask.
“It’s all because Fei Ge taught us well!” Xiao Zhao beamed.
Zheng Fan thought for a moment, then gave each of them a silver lighter, the same model as the one in his hand.
“Fei Ge, this is…?”
“Good stuff.” Saying that, Zheng Fan suddenly bent down, stomped the ground, and with an acceleration, directly arrived next to Qingye Heshi and Chuanmu, who were currently fighting.
The lighter opened with a crisp click, ignited, and Zheng Fan blew at the flame…
Boom!
A violent jet of flame erupted, instantly engulfing both Qingye Heshi and Chuanmu, catching them off guard.
The others who were clashing in the arena were stunned, looking at the sudden “fireworks” that bloomed.
Under the illumination of the fire, for a moment, only the sound of the flames burning remained, along with the crisp click of a lighter opening, as Zheng Fan genuinely pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lightly lit it.
“What are you standing around for? Get hyped,” he said indifferently, his eyes reflecting the blazing inferno.
Panic…
Swept through the entire scene.
Xiao Zhao and his subordinates, who had long been influenced by Zheng Fan, immediately got hyped up. Not only was it a surge in morale, but they also received the tangible group buff from Zheng Fan’s increasingly refined panic influence!
Chaos, anarchy, terror, burning…
It’s a gang war, what’s wrong with getting a little wild and having a party?
“Oh ho, go!” Xiao Zhao was the first to respond, opening his lighter.
The other subordinates swarmed forward.
The continuous clicks of lighters opening and the spraying flames officially kicked off the “party” inside the large warehouse.
No one was spared.
Qingye Heshi, protected by the airflow, rushed out of the flames and landed beside Zheng Fan, saying coldly, “What are you doing?”
“Helping you. I see your ability isn’t afraid of this anyway. You have to strike when they least expect it,” Zheng Fan opened and closed the lighter in his hand.
“What about all this?!” Qingye Heshi looked at the chaotic gang war scene behind him. Not just this warehouse, but with such chaos, it was likely the entire Banmu Office had turned into a “battlefield.”
“It was going to be a fight anyway. What would happen if we dragged it out timidly? You, handsome, your thinking isn’t decisive enough. Change shouldn’t be too peaceful.”
He spoke eloquently, but Qingye Heshi could tell Zheng Fan just wanted to cause trouble like this.
Bullshit, he wouldn’t be the one cleaning up the mess afterward.
“Who exactly are you? After a few years, some capable individuals have popped up in this Banmu Office.” From the flames, Chuanmu emerged with burn marks on his body, his expression no longer so relaxed.
Zheng Fan’s surprise attack had indeed caught him off guard.
“You’re not qualified to know my name. Get whatever is behind you to come out and argue,” Zheng Fan said casually, barely looking at the man.
Qingye Heshi immediately understood Zheng Fan’s meaning: “As expected…”
“Hahaha! What big words! When the tiger’s away, the monkey plays!” No sooner had he spoken than Chuanmu burst forth again, attacking Zheng Fan.
Zheng Fan, however, directly spat out the cigarette in his mouth.
The cigarette flew like an arrow, but it was just a cigarette. Chuanmu didn’t pay it any mind, thinking it was just a provocation…
Boom!
A more violent explosion than the lighter erupted, blasting through one wall of the warehouse and opening into the large courtyard behind the Banmu Office.
Qingye Heshi didn’t have time to mourn the property damage after this power struggle, turning his head in a daze to look at Zheng Fan, who had lit another cigarette and put it in his mouth.
“This isn’t the cheap stuff I gave you, is it?”
“Nonsense, this is my own high-grade product.”
Cheng Fei’s body was a bit weak, but it couldn’t stop Zheng Fan’s comfort after gaining financial freedom from Luo Ye’s money. He was now starting to enjoy these interesting little gadgets. Nuclear warheads and bombers were too much of a fuss right now; smoking a cigarette was just right.
“…” Qingye Heshi was silent.
Zheng Fan offered him one: “Want a puff?”
“It’s a bit too high-grade, I can’t afford it,” Qingye Heshi refused.
