"Bang... pop... bang... pop!"
Row after row of splendid fireworks made the entire night seem dreamlike and illusory.
Many people stopped to watch this feast for the eyes.
Tens of millions worth of fireworks, a rare sight in the city.
The dazzling array of lights reflected on Yamamoto Ichiro’s face.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
He was well aware that Lin Fan would not have him watch these fireworks without good reason.
"What exactly do you an by this?"
"If you can’t even understand that, you really are a blockhead," Lin Fan said, rubbing his chin with a smile.
Because at this mont, right in front of where the fireworks were being let off, was the western suburbs factory.
There, grenade launchers, rocket launchers, and heavy machine guns, among other weapons,
were spewing flas of death.
Such modern heavy weaponry was an absolute nightmare.
Forget about the Onmyoji’s true form, which is hardly different from that of ordinary people.
Even general Martial Artists would have no chance of escaping such a bombardnt.
A salvo of bullets could be emptied in just a few seconds.
The special forces assault turned the entire western suburbs factory into a sea of fire.
But at this mont, the fireworks had perfectly masked the sound of gunfire.
Led by Luo Jiuying, who was personally supervising her disciples,
Lin Fan had instructed that the fireworks display should last no less than twenty minutes.
And they had to set off all of them, a massive undertaking.
The result of over a hundred people busily working together was a deafening ruckus.
In this seemingly inexplicable fireworks show, hundreds of sinful souls were extinguished.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
As Yamamoto Ichiro pressed the answer button, his face imdiately turned deathly pale.
Not until the fireworks stopped did he realize what had actually happened.
"You..."
Yamamoto Ichiro, grinding his molars, glared at Lin Fan in anger.
Clearly, those two hundred-plus Onmyoji were eradicated by his orders.
"Since you’ve taken care of this problem for , I not only gifted you a fireworks show but also have a ssage for you," Lin Fan said with a smile, crossing his arms.
"On this land, as long as you’re here for even a day, you have to abide by the rules. Friends get good wine, foes get shotguns. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will end up like tonight’s fireworks."
"So, you think you’ve definitely won?"
Yamamoto Ichiro’s eyes took on an evil look.
His right hand had already slipped into his pocket.
The Crystal Ball was his ultimate form of retaliation.
"At least you can’t win, not before and not after. If you don’t believe , you can give it a try," Lin Fan said, looking straight at Yamamoto Ichiro.
The seemingly calm dialogue between the two n might turn into a fight at any second.
"Alright, that’s quite good. I hope you can keep it up. So, when can we resu work?" Yamamoto Ichiro finally let out a breath.
He didn’t want to clash directly with Lin Fan just yet.
After all, soone who could mobilize a special forces unit was a significant threat.
If he were to take Lin Fan out now, Dragon Fang would certainly retaliate.
Any impact on the Blood Moon project would an he’d have to answer for it.
"Tomorrow morning, eight o’clock sharp, the blockade will be lifted. However..."
Lin Fan, with hands in pockets and wearing a smile, looked at Yamamoto Ichiro: "So things should be done in moderation. The deeper you sink, the harder it will be for you to recover."
The two of them were now like open books to each other.
The contest was about who had the key to victory hidden in the shadows.
Thus, Lin Fan had no need to pretend.
Nor could Yamamoto Ichiro continue his facade.
"Until the very last mont, no one knows which way the scales will tip. Let’s just wait and see," Yamamoto Ichiro said and then walked towards the outside.
He didn’t even glance at the Ning father and son.
The battered and bruised Ning Bingcai, with the support of Ning Changfeng, finally got up.
Just as he thought to leave, Lin Fan called out to him.
"Hey, now that you’ve taken the money, shouldn’t you hand over the docunts?"
"When did I ever take the money?"
Ning Bingcai said with a mournful face.
He had only been beaten up, never having actually taken any money.
"Didn’t take it, huh? Then I’ll have Yamamoto Ichiro co back to pay."
Lin Fan said with a smile as he pulled out his phone.
Scared, Ning Bingcai quickly gestured with his hands.
"I took it... took it... don’t call him back..."
"That’s more like it, now we can say we’ve reconciled, hand over your docunts."
Lin Fan gestured to Ning Bingcai with a crook of his finger.
It felt as if he was summoning a dog.
"Give it to him!"
With a face covered in dust and ash, Ning Bingcai didn’t dare to be arrogant anymore.
He could only give Ning Changfeng a look.
Ning Changfeng hurriedly handed over the briefcase in his hands.
Lin Fan took the briefcase and casually tossed it onto the desk.
"Rember, if you’re going to be soone else’s shit-eating dog, keep your tail tucked and behave. If you dare to bite people again, I can have your owner pull your teeth any ti. You can both get lost now!"
Lin Fan’s curse forced them to hang their heads in disgrace.
Even Yamamoto Ichiro had been dealt with by this guy.
With their limited abilities, they certainly couldn’t stir up any trouble.
Rushing out the door, they just couldn’t understand.
What kind of husband had Ning ngyao found for herself?
Why did every influential person they knew fall at his feet?
"How about that, did I do as I said I would?"
In the office, only Lin Fan and Ning ngyao were left.
Showing a hint of a smile, he turned to look at the beauty who was still sorting through the docunts.
"Yes, yes, you’re amazing, okay?"
Ning ngyao didn’t even lift her head.
Instead, she wanted to check the completeness of these docunts one by one.
After all, having these original docunts would ensure that Sun Yang won’t be thrown back in jail.
Unexpectedly, Lin Fan snatched the docunts away and threw them aside.
Then, he even pulled her into his embrace.
"What’s so interesting about those papers? Do you think that dog still has the guts to bite soone?"
"Hey, curse all you want, but he is still related to by blood. Can you not insult indirectly?"
Ning ngyao listened to Lin Fan’s heartbeat as he explained.
Her gorgeous face suddenly turned a little red.
"How could my wife have anything to do with him? The old man has already cut off father-son ties with him. Now that everything has been settled according to your wishes, isn’t it ti for the award?"
Lin Fan took Ning ngyao’s chin in his hand.
Gently, he lifted that lovely face.
"Stop it, I’ll give you your award when we get ho."
Ning ngyao knocked Lin Fan’s ’magic claw’ away with her hand.
But the next mont, she was pressed down onto the office desk.
"I can’t wait until we get ho, let have a little taste now; I’ll have a feast tonight!"
Lin Fan looked greedily at those curves.
Especially in her professional attire, to him, she was the epito of temptation.
Also, this was the office.
The perfect place to do sothing.
"You... stop it... not here... I haven’t even showered yet."
Ning ngyao extended her fist, gently thumping Lin Fan’s chest.
"What’s the hurry? I’m not going anywhere, and besides, tonight... I’ve prepared a special gift for you... I guarantee it’s sothing all you n will love..."
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