Chapter 353 - Torturing Long Aotian Part 1

After calling Mo Shang, Ye Fan started his car and slowly drove out of Emali Group.

Before he could even reach the main entrance of Emali Group, Mo Shang had already sent the information over.

Ye Fan took out his phone, looked at the satellite map he received, and read the text below it, “No.

25 Villa, Xiu Ning Villa District, Liu Jiahui Democratic Road.”

Knowing Long Aotian’s location, Ye Fan immediately stepped on the accelerator and sped out of Emali Group’s gate, then headed quickly towards the Xiu Ning Villa District.

Inside the No.

25 Villa of Xiu Ning Villa District, the first-floor hall was decorated lavishly.

Long Aotian, who had just gotten up from a night of fierce lovemaking, enjoyed a nutritionally rich breakfast and was now resting on a luxurious leather armchair in the living room.

He glanced at the time, considering that Zhou Jianping and others should have brought Ye Fan back by now.

Thinking of Ye Fan, his handsome face twisted with rage.

Ye Fan not only made him lose face in front of everyone but also made him lose fifty million!

And annoyingly, Ye Fan was nothing but an ant that he wouldn’t even bother to look at ordinarily.

“Hmph, very soon, I will make you not only spit out the fifty million you swindled from me, but you will also regret being born into this world.

Don’t think that a mere Li Zhaojun can protect you.

Even if she were standing in front of me right now, I, the young master, would press her beneath me and have my way first!”

“To think that Li Zhaojun would actually marry a worthless ex-soldier.

Haha, this means that the Li family hasn’t just marginalized Li Zhaojun, they even disdain to use her for marriage alliances with other families.

Without the protection of the Li family, Li Zhaojun is nothing but a pretty little lamb!

Hahaha…”

As Long Aotian indulged in his fantasies of possessing Li Zhaojun as his mistress, he suddenly heard the front door opening.

Thinking that Zhou Jianping, Ah Yang, and Ah Jian had brought Ye Fan back, he turned his head to look.

Indeed, he saw Ye Fan walk in.

He was about to get angry that despite his clear instruction to break Ye Fan before bringing him over, how dare they allow Ye Fan to arrive unharmed.

However, he quickly noticed that Zhou Jianping and the others were not behind Ye Fan.

He was struck with astonishment and felt chills run down his spine as he saw the murderous look on Ye Fan’s face.

“What, what do you want?” Long Aotian’s voice trembled as he shouted, fear chilling his back while he quickly grabbed his phone to make a call.

The next moment, however, his vision blurred, and immediately after, he felt a sharp pain in the wrist of his right hand, which was holding his phone.

His fingers involuntarily opened, and the phone “clattered” to the ground.

Ye Fan’s face was expressionless as he twisted harder, “crack” went Long Aotian’s right wrist, dislocating it instantly.

Ahhh—

Long Aotian couldn’t help but scream like a pig being slaughtered.

But Ye Fan didn’t stop there; after dealing with Long Aotian’s wrist, he immediately grabbed his collar and hoisted him into the air, then his left hand swung forward, delivering several consecutive slaps.

Smack smack smack…

A series of loud slaps rang out, leaving Long Aotian unable to even scream, his handsome face swelling so much it was unrecognizable, and his teeth flew out of his mouth.

After a barrage of slaps, Ye Fan flung Long Aotian to the ground, then authoritatively took a seat in the grand leather armchair.

Long Aotian managed to get up, took a few steps away from Ye Fan, then with a face filled with sinister resentment said, “You dare hit me, do you know who I am?

The young master of the Long family!

You’re dead for sure.

No one under heaven can save you now!”

Ye Fan scoffed contemptuously, then in a blur of motion, the next moment Long Aotian flew two or three meters, tumbling and crashing to the ground.

Ye Fan’s face remained frigid as he strode over, grabbed Long Aotian by the hair as he was trying to get up, and like dragging a dead dog, pulled him back in front of the grand leather armchair.

Long Aotian screamed in pain, begging for mercy.

“Kneel!” Ye Fan commanded from his high seat on the luxurious armchair, looking down coldly at Long Aotian on the ground.

Long Aotian was about to curse back with “In your dreams” but with one look at Ye Fan’s fierce gaze, shivers ran through him.

He forcibly swallowed his words and kneeled humiliatingly at Ye Fan’s feet.

“I’m asking you, did you send people after me just now?” Ye Fan asked with an icy tone.

Long Aotian’s heart skipped a beat, and he dared not look into Ye Fan’s eyes, hesitating without being able to answer.

“Slap!”

Ye Fan swung his hand, and a loud slap resounded.

Long Aotian was immediately smacked to the ground, his left side becoming even more swollen and purplish than before.

“Kneel properly!” Ye Fan still sat aloft on the luxurious chair, commanding in a cold and merciless tone.

Shaking all over, Long Aotian obediently knelt back down at Ye Fan’s feet.

“Answer the question I just asked you.” Ye Fan demanded coldly.

Long Aotian replied in a trembling, fearful voice, “Yes, yes.”

“Slap!”

Another resounding slap followed.

“Make your answer clear!” Ye Fan commanded icily.

Crying, Long Aotian said, “It was me who sent people after you.”

Slap!

Slap!

Two more resounding slaps followed.

Long Aotian didn’t dare resist at all and begged, “Ye Fan, Brother Ye, Lord Ye, I know I was wrong.

Please let me off this time.

You can have anything you want, just spare me this once.”

Ye Fan completely ignored Long Aotian’s pleas for mercy, asking coldly, “How did you plan to deal with me?”

“I, I…” Long Aotian stammered, terrified of Ye Fan slapping him again, and hastily said, “I only wanted you to return that fifty million, I really didn’t mean to do anything to you.”

“Slap!

Slap!

Slap!”

With a long reach, Ye Fan grabbed Long Aotian by the collar and pulled him up close for three consecutive loud slaps, then threw him back to the ground.

“How dare you lie to me!” Ye Fan snorted icily, lifting his foot, and kicked the thrown Long Aotian, sending him flying away.

Long Aotian flew a good two meters before trying to rise, only to hear Ye Fan’s merciless voice say, “Crawl over here!”

Humiliated, Long Aotian had no choice but to crawl back to Ye Fan’s feet.

Ye Fan looked down at Long Aotian coolly, his voice cold as he said, “I’ll give you one more chance to tell the truth.

How did you plan to deal with me?”

Under Ye Fan’s chilling gaze, Long Aotian felt that if he uttered even half a lie, Ye Fan would kill him on the spot.

“I don’t want to die, I absolutely cannot die.

I am the revered young master of the Long family; I haven’t had my fill of glory, riches, or beautiful women.

Plus, as long as I survive, I can take revenge on Ye Fan tenfold!

If I can just stall for time until Zhou Jianping and the others return, I’ll be saved!”

With that thought, he gritted his teeth and revealed his plan against Ye Fan.

After hearing the whole story, Ye Fan did not become immensely angry.

Long Aotian had intended to harm him, of course; it was not simply child’s play, the methods were all within his expectations.

Seeing that Ye Fan didn’t attack immediately, Long Aotian breathed a sigh of relief.

“Why did you force me to gamble with you at the Yonghui Club when we have no grudges?” Ye Fan asked coldly.

“Was it because of Li Zhaojun?”