Chapter 20: The Frustrated Liu Hui

Yang Fan stood in the bar’s main hall, his gaze icy and devoid of emotion. To those around him, he appeared utterly cold and heartless. More than thirty men lay on the floor, writhing in pain, blood pooling across the ground in a gruesome display. Some, unable to bear the sight, vomited outright. The scene sent chills through every onlooker; few could tolerate it.

Just then, sirens blared outside the bar. Moments later, a throng of police officers burst in.

“Don’t move! Everyone, hands up!” shouted one officer as he rushed inside.

But when the police saw the carnage—the blood-soaked floor, the mass of groaning bodies, severed limbs scattered—they paled with terror.

A female officer turned white with fright and promptly retched.

The police stood frozen, staring at Yang Fan in disbelief. Was it possible that this man had felled all these people?

“So it’s you. Cuff him,” Liu Hui ordered as he strode in and saw Yang Fan. Last time, he’d brought Yang Fan to the station but failed to imprison him—an outcome that left Liu Hui bitter and frustrated. He’d even been beaten by Yang Fan, and the memory stung. Now, the opportunity had returned; he hadn’t expected to encounter Yang Fan again, especially not after such a violent incident. This time, Yang Fan would surely spend years in prison.

Liu Hui pointed his gun at Yang Fan, signaling the officers to handcuff him.

“Officers, he’s my security guard. These men came here to make trouble. My security staff are responsible for protecting customers’ lives—he acted in self-defense,” Qian Furong hurried over to explain.

But Liu Hui ignored him. “I don’t care about your explanations. He attacked people with a weapon; we’ll investigate at the station,” Liu Hui said coldly.

Yang Fan made no attempt to resist. After all, he’d acted in self-defense. The bar’s surveillance footage would prove that he was the security guard, and his actions were to protect the customers.

In the end, Liu Hui brought Yang Fan back to the station for questioning.

“Heh, now that you’re in my hands, let’s see what tricks you have to get out,” Liu Hui said smugly in the interrogation room. “You injured more than thirty people—every one of them seriously. You’ll have plenty of time to rot in jail.”

“I’m the bar’s security guard. I acted to protect the customers’ lives. It was self-defense. How long do you think you can sentence me?” Yang Fan fixed Liu Hui with a cold stare. “There’s surveillance footage to prove it.”

“Hmph, in here, what I say goes,” Liu Hui sneered. “You’ve offended people you should never have crossed. Don’t even think about getting out.”

The memory of Yang Fan’s previous beating simmered inside Liu Hui. He’d been humiliated, and Yang Fan had walked away without a scratch.

“I refuse to plead guilty. What can you do about it?” Yang Fan mocked. “Once my lawyer arrives, do you really think I’ll go to jail?”

Liu Hui narrowed his eyes, his expression menacing. “I advise you to confess. It’ll make things easier for you.”

Yang Fan was utterly unfazed by the threat, replying with a hint of sarcasm, “You want to force a confession? Go ahead and try. Clearly, you didn’t learn your lesson last time.”

“Don’t get cocky. I’ll find a way to deal with you,” Liu Hui said venomously. The previous beating still haunted him, and he wasn’t brave enough to try coercion again.

Just then, Liu Hui’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and hurried outside, stepping out of the station.

“What? Release him?” Liu Hui was stunned by the demand over the phone. “Boss Huang, this guy is the one who injured your thirty men, and you want me to let him go? You owe me an explanation.”

“Captain Liu, this is someone neither you nor I can afford to offend. Best let him go at once,” said Boss Huang on the other end.

Liu Hui was bewildered. Anyone who could make Boss Huang wary must have an extraordinary background. He was frustrated—he’d thought this was his chance for revenge, yet now he had to let Yang Fan walk free.

After hanging up, Liu Hui returned to the interrogation room. He glanced oddly at Yang Fan, then said, “You’re free to go.”

Yang Fan was surprised, but said nothing. If he could leave, there was no need to waste words.

“Captain Liu, please remove the handcuffs,” Yang Fan said calmly, extending his hands.

Though unhappy, Liu Hui unlocked the cuffs. Yang Fan left the police station.

It was already past two in the morning. Yang Fan didn’t return to the Midnight Bar but went home to rest instead.

Liu Hui was deeply troubled and curious about Yang Fan’s identity. Why would Boss Huang be so cautious around him? Previously, Yang Fan had been bailed out by lawyers hired by the Liu family, indicating a close connection. The Liu family was the most prominent clan in Yuan City, renowned for both wealth and influence. Even someone like Boss Huang was no match for them.

The next day, Yang Fan took the contract to the Midnight Bar and found Qian Furong.

“Mr. Yang, I didn’t expect you to be released so quickly. Please, have a seat,” Qian Furong hurried to greet him, astonished that Yang Fan was out with no consequences. He suspected Yang Fan had an impressive background; otherwise, how could he have been freed so easily?

“Mr. Qian, I’ve brought the contract,” Yang Fan said directly, handing it over.

“Rest assured, Mr. Yang. After last night, I have absolute confidence in your abilities. We can work together long-term,” Qian Furong replied with a smile, still shaken by the previous night’s events.

He reviewed the contract and, finding no issues, signed it. Yang Fan didn’t linger after that.

He returned to his company, gave instructions, then left again. Home was only a five-minute walk, and Yang Fan made his way back easily.

“Help! Someone’s stealing!”

Just as Yang Fan was walking home, a shout rang out ahead.