Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

“Who the f*ck are you? How dare you barge into my celebration party? Do you have a death wish?”

Even Wu Shanju himself was shocked to hear the explosion coming from the car behind him.

He was soon overwhelmed by fury.

Wu Shanju was the president of the Jianghai Chamber of Commerce, and one day, he would be

replacing Li Er from Yunzhou.

It was crucial for him to build up his prestige now.

How dare this insolent b*stard mess up my celebration party and threaten my authority?

Determined to make an example of the man who had defied his authority, Wu Shanju decided to

slaughter him in full view of the prominent figures of Jianghai. In this way, he hoped to send a message

of deterrence to anyone else who might consider such an act of insubordination.

He swiftly made a decision and turned on his heels, ready to unleash his anger. At that moment, the

handsome face that everyone in Jiangdong had engraved in their hearts appeared before their eyes

once more.

For a split second, Wu Shanju felt as though he had been struck by lightning.

His mind buzzed as he stiffened in shock.

His arrogance and dominance disappeared into thin air, replaced by fear and timidity.

“M-Mr. Chu?” Wu Shanju stuttered, on the verge of breaking down.

His body was trembling, and his face was contorted with horror.

Despite his earlier derogatory comments about Ye Fan, he instinctively trembled in fear when Ye Fan

appeared before him. After all, Ye Fan was known for his ruthlessness in Jiangdong.

Even Wu Shanju was affected by Ye Fan's arrival, let alone the other people in the room.

The hall descended into total silence when Ye Fan showed up.

Everyone gaped in disbelief and froze in their tracks as though they had seen the devil incarnate.

Perhaps they felt guilty, for they shivered profusely and dared not utter a single word.

Only Ye Fan's footsteps could be heard in the hall.

The thumps he made were so powerful that it sounded as if the devil had emerged from hell to end

lives on earth.

“You said I'll meet my doom the moment I show my face. I am here now,” Ye Fan announced in a

menacing voice after a long silence.

Scared out of his wits, Wu Shanju fell to his knees with a loud thud.

“M-Mr. Chu, that was a misunderstanding. I pledge my utmost loyalty and respect to you, and I assure

you that I will never do anything to offend you. I was put in a difficult position when Zhao Hongyuan and

Zhao Hongtu from Journey Group tried to oppose you. I had no choice but to comply with their

demands,” Wu Shanju pleaded as he groveled at Ye Fan's feet.

His previous arrogance and pride were nowhere to be seen.

Behind him, the influential figures were stunned by the change in his behavior.

A while ago, Wu Shanju was smugly insulting Li Er and didn't bother showing Chu Tianfan any respect.

Yet, he was as inferior as a dog before Ye Fan right now.

At that moment, they were relieved they hadn't agreed with him earlier.

Otherwise, they would be punished for that.

Everyone was heaving sighs of relief when Ye Fan gave a forceful stomp.

The sturdy marble floor immediately cracked.

One cracked shard flew up from the wreckage.

Ye Fan gave a wave, and the shard shot through the air and stabbed straight into Wu Shanju's

forehead in the blink of an eye.

Wu Shanju's head exploded upon impact, just like a bursting watermelon.

Crimson blood, along with the remains of his brain, splattered everywhere, staining the faces of the

audience.

Just like that, Wu Shanju died without even having the chance to scream in anguish.

After he died, Ye Fan continued striding forward and stepped on the remains of his corpse. He swept

an icy gaze across the big shots around him.

Sensing his gaze, everyone felt their legs go limp before they collapsed to the ground.

The gruesome sight of what was left of Wu Shanju's body scared everyone out of their wits.

Their faces paled with fright as they quickly knelt before him.

“M-Mr. Chu, this has nothing to do with us. We are unconditionally loyal to you and would never dare to

betray you. We had no idea Wu Shanju wanted to go against you. Otherwise, we wouldn't have

attended his celebration party today! Please spare our lives,” they pleaded.

Some cowardly rich men had shat their pants, fearing they would end up dead the same way as Wu

Shanju.

After all, Ye Fan was capable of doing that.

He alone had massacred everyone in Jiangbei and caused the dissolution of Chu Sect.

Everyone in Jiangdong knew how vicious and overbearing he was.

They knew Ye Fan could kill them as easily as he crushed an ant.

Despite their horror and fear, they couldn't help but curse Wu Shanju inwardly.

After all, it was Wu Shanju who invited them here.

D*mn it. Was living unbearable for Wu Shanju? Why did he collude with others to go against Mufan

Group and Mr. Chu? He deserved to be killed!

Wu Shanju had brought it upon himself, so no one bothered showing him any sympathy.

However, his actions had brought trouble to everyone present.

Mr. Chu caught us red-handed at Wu Shanju's celebration party, so there's no way we can explain

ourselves!

Just like that, the crowd wailed for an hour.

Despite their tearful begging, they did not receive any response. Their tears had nearly dried up, yet

they were still met with complete silence.

Confused, they raised their heads to regard Ye Fan.

Only then did they realize there was no one before them save for Wu Shanju's headless corpse.

Ye Fan was nowhere to be seen, but no one knew when he had left.

“A-Are we safe?”

“W-We survived.”

Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief as they sank to the ground, their bodies exhausted and their

minds overwhelmed with relief. They felt a wave of dizziness come over them as they realized they

were safe.

The past hour seemed to stretch out endlessly as if they were living through eternity. It was an

experience that felt like an entire century, a feeling that would be hard to forget.

“D*mn it! This is all Wu Shanju's fault. We nearly died here! How dare you offend Mr. Chu in

Jiangdong? You must have had a death wish!”

Someone grew furious and crawled to his feet to kick Wu Shanju's body angrily to vent his frustration.

Despite that, everyone knew that it was over.

They assumed Wu Shanju's death was the end.

Unbeknownst to them, the massacre in Jiangdong had just begun.

Meanwhile, the Meng family of Nanquan was celebrating the ninetieth birthday of Meng Guoqing's

father. Meng Guoqing was the head of the Meng family.

Meng Guoqing held a banquet and invited esteemed guests from all over Nanquan.

Of course, Meng Guoqing's wife, daughter, and nephew were also present.

At the banquet, Old Mr. Meng, wearing a party hat, was pushed out in his wheelchair by Meng

Guoqing.

The birthday cake was custom-made, with each layer perfectly frosted and intricately designed. The

candles flickered, casting a warm glow in the room.

As everyone cheered, Old Mr. Meng blew out the candles.

Right when the candles were extinguished, a green glint flew in through the door.

It went past the crowd and stabbed deep into Meng Guoqing's throat.

The force of the attack sent Meng Guoqing's body hurtling across the room until he was pinned to the

wall behind him.

Blood trickled down and stained the white-painted wall.

The birthday décor, which had originally been a bright, cheerful red color, now seemed to take on a

more sinister, macabre appearance after being stained with his blood.

It was a shocking scene.

Whoosh!

Right then, a cold gust of wind blew in through the door.

Everyone glanced at the door and noticed a slender figure quickly slipping away into the darkness of

the night.

He left behind a menacing message, “Those who offend I, Ye Fan, shall die!”

Thud!

An old man collapsed to the ground from his wheelchair and never woke up again.

That very night, both Meng Guoqing and his father died at the birthday banquet.

Who would've known that the birthday banquet would be the day they met their doom?