Chapter 20: No More Holding Back—Time to Put on the Most Spectacular Display of Badassery-Na noite de núpcias, você subiu na cama da minha paixão, e daí se eu exterminar sua família?(Bolinhos de arroz recheados com feijão-de-soja)

At that very moment, Lin Huan, standing by the door, caught sight of Luo Wu approaching the office. He immediately turned and whispered urgently to Luo Ba, "Brother Eight, your brother, President Luo, is here!"

With those words, Lin Huan swept a disdainful glance at Ye Fan and sneered, "Ye Fan, didn't you claim to be the owner of Baiyun? Now that President Luo is here, let’s see how you plan to get out of this."

Before Ye Fan could respond, the battered Luo Ba’s arrogance surged. He pointed at Ye Fan and hollered provocatively, "What kind of trash are you? How dare you come to Baiyun Company to put on airs? Once my brother arrives, he’ll make you pay dearly!"

*Slap!*

Before Luo Ba could finish, Ye Fan raised his hand and struck him across the face, sending him spitting blood. "So what if he’s here? If I want him to sit, he wouldn't dare stand!"

Before Luo Ba could react, a stern, booming voice cut through the air: "What an arrogant tone! You want me to sit, and I wouldn't dare stand? I’d like to see what kind of divinity you think you are to be spouting such nonsense in Baiyun Company!"

As the words faded, Luo Wu strode into the office and arrived on the scene.

Luo Ba, nursing his swollen face, rushed to his brother and pointed at Ye Fan. "Brother, it’s this ignorant piece of trash! He was caught stealing in your office, and when Lin Huan spotted him, he not only beat Lin Huan but also hit me. You cannot let him go!"

Luo Wu nodded grimly, then lifted his gaze toward the person his brother was pointing at.

The moment he realized the man was none other than the company owner, Ye Fan, he was struck by a sudden, cold sweat, rendered completely speechless. He had never imagined in his wildest dreams that his brother would cross paths with Ye Fan.

Meanwhile, Luo Ba, oblivious to the drastic shift in his brother’s expression, grew even more insolent. He swaggered toward Ye Fan, barking, "You ignorant fool, didn't you just brag that you’d make my brother sit and he wouldn't dare stand? Why are you mute now? You hit me, didn't you? If you have the guts, try hitting me again in front of my brother!"

*Boom!*

Before Luo Ba could finish, Ye Fan kicked him to the floor, his gaze and voice chilling to the core: "Do I need to try to hit you?"

"What?"

Luo Ba scrambled up from the floor, trembling with rage. "You dare hit me in front of my brother? As the president of a ten-billion-dollar group, he only needs to lift a finger to destroy you!"

*Slap!*

Ye Fan struck Luo Ba again, his mouth filling with blood. He looked coldly at Luo Wu and said, "Luo Wu, you heard him—your brother says that with your status and power, you only need to lift a finger to make me pay. It seems you aren't just a man; you’re a god?"

"That’s right! My brother is a god to someone as ignorant as—"

*Slap!*

Before the words left Luo Ba’s lips, a deafening crack echoed through the room.

The sound plunged the office into a deathly, stunned silence. Everyone present watched in disbelief; none of them had expected that the hand Luo Wu raised would strike not Ye Fan, but his own brother, Luo Ba.

Luo Ba stood there, clutching his face in utter bewilderment. "Brother, it was this piece of trash causing trouble! Why did you hit me instead of him?"

*Slap!*

Luo Wu, his face pale and his body trembling with fury, struck him again before he could recover. "The ignorant piece of trash is you! Do you have any idea who he is? You’ve invited a catastrophe by provoking him!"

Hearing this, Luo Ba turned deathly pale, his voice quivering. "Brother, I know who he is. He’s just Ye Fan, the live-in son-in-law Lin Huan used to have. What could a live-in son-in-law possibly do?"

*Slap! Slap!*

Luo Wu landed two more heavy blows on his brother’s face. "You unfilial wretch! He is the owner of Baiyun Company!"

The arrogant Luo Ba felt his soul drain away. He trembled violently, unable to comprehend that the twenty-something-year-old man before him was the master of a ten-billion-dollar empire.

At that moment, Luo Wu stepped toward Ye Fan, bowed low, and said with profound respect, "Luo Wu pays his respects to you, Sir. It is my failure to discipline my brother that led to this. I offer my deepest apologies."

Seeing his brother bowing and begging for mercy, Luo Ba, terrified to his core, scrambled to his knees and began kowtowing. "Mr. Ye, please forgive me! I was blind, and I was incited by others to show you disrespect. Please, I beg for your forgiveness!"

Lin Huan, still standing in the room, was utterly shattered. He could not fathom that Ye Fan, a man whose entire family had been wiped out and who had just awakened from a vegetative state, was the true master of this massive corporation.

Regret gnawed at his insides. He cursed his own stupidity, and even more, he cursed his daughter, Lin Xiaoqing, for betraying a man of such stature for the sake of Zhao Yue. If Ye Fan were still his son-in-law, he would be living in absolute luxury and power.

With heavy, hesitant steps, he approached Ye Fan and lowered his head. "Ye Fan, I was blind. I didn't realize you were a true dragon among men. I have shown you great disrespect, and I ask for your forgiveness. Please, give me a chance!"

"Forgiveness? You aren't worthy." Ye Fan’s voice was cold and heavy with weight.

Lin Huan knew that if he could not secure Ye Fan’s forgiveness and cooperation today, the Lin family would be reduced to nothing in Yunzhou within three days. He knelt before Ye Fan, weeping and begging, "Ye Fan, I was wrong! Please, for the sake of the time you were my son-in-law, give me one more chance!"

Ye Fan’s brows furrowed as memories flooded back—every cruel thing they had done to him after he fell into a coma while trying to save them.

His wife’s betrayal. The betrayal of the Ye family. The schemes to steal his assets. Each memory was as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.

Ye Fan’s voice was icy, his gaze piercing. "Now you want me to consider our past ties? When your whole family was showing ingratitude and returning evil for good, why didn't you consider that I saved all your lives? Do you really think I would agree?"

Ye Fan’s eyes turned bloodshot, radiating a murderous intensity. Wherever his gaze fell, there was no room for mercy—only vengeance. There was only the cold, calculated return of the same treatment he had received.