The Fan Family had deep connections in the capital, so it wasn’t particularly difficult for them to investigate these matters.
Fan Xuewang placed a call to a certain bigwig in the capital. As soon as it connected, an aged voice ca from the other end.
"Little Fan, I won’t hide it from you. Your brother’s in trouble this ti because the military has spoken. The higher-ups are already in the middle of cleaning up that circle."
"Your brother just happened to get caught in the crossfire. Go tell him to lay low for a while and stop trying to attract so much attention."
"A coback is practically impossible now. You’d better tell him to think about other career paths."
The voice on the other end grew colder, creating a sense of unapproachable distance.
After hanging up, Fan Xuewang was in a state of shock, unable to recover for a long ti.
The military has spoken? When on earth did that bastard offend a military big shot? Are military officials people you can afford to offend?
"You damn bastard! Who did you offend to get the military to blacklist you?" Fan Xuewang imdiately dialed Fan Xukun’s number and roared angrily into the phone.
"Brother... I have no idea what happened. I’ve been busy producing my show this whole ti, I haven’t had ti to offend anyone," replied a completely bewildered Fan Xukun. He had done nothing wrong, yet he was inexplicably blacklisted.
"Big Brother, I spent so much to get all these fans! I was just about to make it big, and now I’m suddenly blacklisted. How am I supposed to have a career now?" Fan Xukun couldn’t help but burst into tears on the phone.
Fan Xuewang was silent for a long ti before sighing. "Just keep a low profile for now."
"And cancel that basketball comrcial you just signed up for. You can play basketball anyti. Stop going out there and embarrassing yourself!"
After ending the call, Fan Xuewang sank into his sofa and vigorously rubbed his temples.
Too much had been happening lately. His brother-in-law in Yunshan must have offended so powerful figure, so much so that Liu Zhenguo himself had taken action. None of the many connections Fan Xuewang had sought had any effect. Now, there was no way to change the outco of the case. The key was Liu Zhenguo himself; the man was impervious to bribes and persuasion, and Fan Xuewang hated dealing with people like that.
"Fan Xuewang, I’ll say it again: he’s my only brother. No matter the cost, you have to get him out!" Just then, his wife, Zhao Huiru, stord into the office, shouting at the top of her lungs.
"Can you stop being so unreasonable?" Fan Xuewang snapped. "My brother is in trouble now, he’s been blacklisted! Do I have the headspace to care about your brother’s problems?"
"Fan Xuewang, what’s that supposed to an? My brother? Is he not your brother too?"
"I’m not afraid to tell you, if you don’t help get Dabao out of there, I’ll have my family pull their funding. Don’t think I don’t know that your family’s stock has plumted. If we withdraw our capital, your company..." Zhao Huiru threatened, crossing her arms and ending with a contemptuous snort.
"Alright, alright..." Fan Xuewang relented, a look of complete helplessness on his face. "I promise I’ll handle it, okay? I’ll call Liu Zhenguo right now!" He picked up the phone he had tossed aside.
Chen Zheng, of course, was unaware of the Fan Family’s affairs. At that mont, his jeep was heading toward the Feng family estate.
He had received a call from Gao Feng earlier and sensed sothing was off in his tone. It was probably an issue with Feng Jingsheng, likely related to the Alliance. Although Liu Changyun had agreed to settle things at the convention, Chen Zheng feared he might try to cause so trouble beforehand. This trip to Jiangnan was the perfect opportunity to settle the score with the Alliance once and for all.
"God of War, we’re being followed!" Zhao Feng said. They were about halfway to their destination when several Audis suddenly sped up from behind.
"Ignore them. Just keep driving," Chen Zheng said calmly.
Zhao Feng nodded and slamd on the accelerator, causing the jeep to surge forward. But just then, two black Audis appeared up ahead, completely blocking the road. Left with no choice, Zhao Feng had to stop the car.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the cars from behind pulled up. A man with one side of his face swollen and bruised stepped out, and his n quickly surrounded the jeep.
"God of War, I’ll handle this," Zhao Feng said with a frown as he got out of the car.
"What’s wrong? Was one slap not enough? You want another?" Zhao Feng taunted the young man. He had clearly co for revenge, and this ti he’d brought backup. These n looked like seasoned fighters, their strength far from ordinary.
"You’re looking for death!" Gao Wuchang roared, clutching his swollen face. "Tell that bastard Chen to get his ass out here! Does he think he can just hit soone and walk away? Neither of you is leaving here in one piece today!"
"Kid, even your uncle wouldn’t dare to be so disrespectful to us. Who do you think you are?" Zhao Feng said, his voice ice-cold. "If it weren’t for him, do you think you would’ve gotten off with just a simple slap?"
"You... you know my uncle?" Gao Wuchang sneered. "Stop spouting nonsense. You’re just putting on an act."
How important was his uncle? He had so many things to deal with every day. How could he possibly know small fry like them?
"That act is useless. So what if you two aren’t ordinary soldiers? Even the military has to be respectful to mbers of our Association!" Gao Wuchang declared with extre arrogance.
"Listen up, Chen!" Gao Wuchang shouted toward the jeep. "I’ll give you two choices. First, get out here right now and kneel before to apologize. Second, promise you’ll divorce Zhang Zixuan the mont you get back. Otherwise, when I drag you out of there myself, I’ll break both of your legs!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand casually. A large number of n imdiately closed in, cracking their knuckles and looking ready for a fight at any mont.
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