Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again! Chapter 44 A Bunch of Trash

Hotel.

Yun Yue leaned on the sofa and dialed a number.

Jiang Wenshan’s aged eyes squinted, his spirits lively, "To think you’ve finally decided to call , you must need my help with sothing."

It was the voice of an elderly man, deep and resonant, and magnetically attractive.

Old fox.

Yun Yue twirled her fingertips, speaking casually, "I do need a favor, nothing major, just a word from you."

"Tell , what is it?"

The old man on the phone chuckled, rarely did she seek his aid, he was bound to agree.

"Ruan Yingtong has been having a tough ti in the entertainnt business; she recently lost the lead role in ’Molan Pavilion’. A word from you or showing so face on her behalf would suffice. Look out for her in the future, just make sure she doesn’t get wronged."

Yun Yue sat with her legs crossed on the sofa, her deanor casual yet arrogant, exuding an indifferent ruffian air.

Jiang Wenshan squinted his eyes, "Yingtao has entered the entertainnt world? How co I’ve never heard her ntion it? Rest assured, consider it done."

At the ntion of Ruan Yingtong, Jiang Wenshan’s heart lted. Not only was the girl sweet with a charming smile, but she was also articulate, always able to make him beam with joy.

Far stronger in effect than Yun Yue’s cold facade.

He knew how much she doted on Yingtao, yet he hadn’t expected her to let the girl enter show business, an unforgiving place that devoured its inhabitants without leaving bones behind, unless there was so solid backing.

His eyes narrowed into slits, a calculative glint shining through, "I can handle this matter. When will you take as your master?"

"Let’s talk about that later." Yun Yue hung up the call, then launched WeChat.

It was a ssage from Lin Xiang, likely inford by Sister Li that she hadn’t been ho for two days.

Yun Yue replied briefly, her fingers paused for a mont, then sent the ssage.

Imdiately, Lin Xiang sent a few more ssages, urging her to stay safe, and even transferred her twenty thousand yuan, telling her to have fun.

Yun Yue squinted her eyes as she tapped on her hefty phone.

Debts of gratitude are repaid easily, but not debts of money!

Soon after, Nan Jingchen called her over a video chat, which she promptly declined.

Like her grandmother, he too had a penchant for video calls.

She sent him a photo and replied with a few words, then entered the gaming interface.

[Godlike player, you’re finally online. I’ve been getting hamred these last few days.]

Yun Yue played her ga while checking the chat.

[I’ve been busy lately, haven’t had much ti to play. Didn’t you say your mom wouldn’t let you play with your phone once school started?]

[My mom is away on a business trip, so I can enjoy a short bout of fun.]

Yun Yue smiled, her lips curling, [Alright, I’ll carry you after this ga.]

Xuanxuan, a friend she had t in the ga, who was incredibly bad at playing, with an obviously childish ID, was probably an elentary school student.

Out of kindness, to spare such a young soul from emotional trauma, she had befriended the player to carry him in gas.

The ga ended quickly under her haphazard killing. Several friend requests popped up in her friends list, a daily occurrence, which she ignored.

She invited Xuanxuan. As soon as the ga started, he took the Mage spot. With the opposing Mage stronger than his, it was obvious he’d be stuck under his tower, sneaking about, or simply get overrun.

Mo Fan just ca out of the shower, holding his phone, "Boss, Xiao Bai’s asking if he should co provide support."

"No need, I’ve already notified Snow Wolf. He’s bringing us so equipnt; the two of us can handle it easily," Yun Yue said casually, playing with her phone.

After a few gas, she told him to go sleep and to focus on his studies.

"Got it." Mo Fan smirked, seeing a chance to et with Snow Wolf.

She slept soundly through the night; the gang didn’t choose to cause trouble at i Huang.

In the morning, their doorbell rang.

Snow Wolf stood outside, his figure tall, wrapped in a black trench coat, carrying a black bag in hand. His features were sharp, his eyebrows sparse and cold, his eyes icy, and his shoulders broad.

Mo Fan narrowed her eyes. Indeed, he was the top-ranked man on Golden Net, exuding a potent hormonal scent—damn his seduction. Leaning against the door, she struck a provocative pose and greeted him, "Hi, handso."

Snow Wolf walked into the room without expression, passing her by.

Mo Fan reigned in her smile; he was fine in all respects except for his insensitivity to charm.

Yun Yue had just finished washing her face, her bangs damp, and her eyes were a fiery red, filled with a fierce and ruthless look.

He placed the items on the table, "Everything you asked for is here. Do you need my help?"

He seed quite keen on working with her.

"No need." She stepped forward, playing with a machine gun in her hands, the barrel aid at the ceiling, the corners of her eyes carrying a wicked air.

The latest model.

"You took my car, so I’ll take yours. I really can’t bear to have my new car shot at." Mo Fan gave him the car keys.

Although her car was bulletproof, it was not immune to scratches, and she couldn’t bear that.

Yun Yue glanced at her; the car was like her child.

After having lunch, they packed up and left. Several tails that had been waiting outside followed them.

Despite their curiosity as to why the won had switched cars, they didn’t think much of it.

That thing was worth three hundred million. These two won obviously ca from out of town, and even if they were robbed, there was nothing they could do about it.

Snow Wolf’s SUV had been modified and was extrely comfortable and easy to handle.

They left Beijing, heading toward Lan City, when three cars appeared in the rearview mirror, tailing them from i Huang Hotel.

The pursuers started to speed up, she deliberately slowed down, and soon the three cars had blocked the road ahead, surrounding them.

The n got out of the cars, all with brazen, unmasked faces.

"Hand over the goods nicely, and you can avoid so pain."

More than ten people surrounded them, each with a fierce and savage air.

"I’m so scared." Mo Fan spoke up, her tone unexpectedly calm as she sat in the driver’s seat, looking at the group.

They really thought they could rob them without first checking if they were even capable of such a feat!

"Stupid bitch, don’t make this harder than it has to be!"

Soone kicked their car, causing it to shake. Luckily, she had switched vehicles; otherwise, she’d be fighting for her life.

"A lesson is fine, just don’t kill them." Yun Yue rested her hand on the window, her sleeves rolled up to her arms, revealing skin that was pale in contrast to the cold, her face shaded beneath her hat brim, enigmatic and chill, exuding a wicked charm.

"Got it." Mo Fan responded, her glamorous lips curling upwards.

Both won stepped out of the car, equally diabolical.

Mo Fan walked on ten-centiter heels, sharp enough to kill.

Yun Yue kept her hands in her pockets, her gaze fixed on the ground, her expression unreadable.

Both exuded an aura of reckless defiance.

"How about you guys call an ambulance first?" Mo Fan’s deanor was arrogant.

"I think you’re the ones who’ll be needing it!"

One of them initiated the attack, and the rest sward in.

Although the two won seed formidable, they were outnumbered. Surely with so many, they wouldn’t fail to catch them?

Five minutes later.

Mo Fan’s slender stiletto heel pressed down on the back of the leader’s hand, eliciting shrieks of agony.

"Is this all you’ve got? I alone could take you all down!"

"A bunch of jerks!"

She wore a devilish smile, her voluptuous and flamboyant figure making one think they’d encounter soone tougher. Turned out, she didn’t even need to use her weapons.

"Take a bit of advice from this lady, with skills like yours, just find a factory job. You don’t even have more strength than , so don’t embarrass yourself making a scene in the underworld!"