Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Jiang Zhongmou's Disdain

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Hum!!!

Following that, an overwhelming stench surged into the sky—for a closer look, it turned out that Song Qingyi was scared literally to the point of wetting himself.

"Don't kill me, no, don't kill me!"

As a swindling fortune-teller, Song Qingyi had never witnessed such a scene; his entire brain plunged into a blank state.

Ye Fan asked with a face as cold as frost, "Celestial Master Song, I ask you, why did you conspire to harm my daughter?"

Central Plains City was a provincial capital with a population of tens of millions. There were countless infant girls who shared the same year, month, day, and time of birth as Jiang Long, the young master of the Jiang Family. He didn't believe for one second that choosing Ye Ling'er as a sacrificial burial for Jiang Long was mere coincidence.

"I'll talk, I'll tell everything, if I do, can you let me off the hook?" Song Qingyi chattered nervously.

Ye Fan scoffed, "Do you feel you're in a position to bargain with me? If you spout more nonsense, do you believe I'll slaughter you right here and now?"

Realizing Ye Fan wasn't joking, Song Qingyi dared not beat around the bush anymore, and he quickly spilled the truth.

"It was Young Master Huang, it was all Young Master Huang's instructions!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan's expression darkened.

Just as expected, his daughter had been set up by someone.

"Which Young Master Huang?" Ye Fan asked icily.

At the brink of life and death, Song Qingyi answered every question, "I... I don't know which Young Master Huang it is."

"What? You don't even know which Young Master Huang? It seems you really have no desire to live!" Ye Fan's eyes shot out intense killing intent.

Feeling the strong killing intent, Song Qingyi shuddered all over and hurriedly said, "Listen to me, listen!"

"A few days ago, Jiang Long, the young master of the Jiang Family, drowned. The Jiang Family hired me to perform rituals. Before I went, someone approached me and gave me five million, saying to tell the Jiang Family to find an infant girl born on the exact same year, month, day, and time as Jiang Long to be buried with him. I took the money and did as I was instructed!"

"Later on, that person approached me again, gave me another five million, and told me to select Ye Ling'er for the burial. I didn't dare to go against him and had to agree!"

"I don't know who that person was; he was also following someone's orders. From his mouth, I found out that the person behind him was surnamed Huang, called Young Master Huang. As for anything else, I really have no idea!"

Having said this, Song Qingyi was on the verge of crying. He could never have imagined that an inconspicuous figure like Ye Fan had such great power.

"Young Master Huang? Are you sure?"

Ye Fan pondered deeply. In six years in Central Plains, he had not come to know anyone surnamed Huang, let alone offended a Young Master Huang as Song Qingyi had described.

"Sure, absolutely sure. If I dare to lie, I deserve to die a terrible death!" Song Qingyi swore earnestly.

Upon learning the truth behind the scenes, Ye Fan took a deep breath, "So, for the sake of money, you accepted someone's orders specifically to scheme against my daughter?"

"Old Master Ye, I realize my mistake, I know I was wrong. If I had known Ye Ling'er was your daughter, how would I dare harm your daughter!"

"I beg Old Master Ye to give me a chance to start anew..."

Bang!!!

Before Song Qingyi could finish speaking, Ye Fan, with killing intent in his eyes, kicked hard into Song Qingyi's chest, extinguishing all signs of life within him.

Right before his death, Song Qingyi's eyes widened—he truly couldn't believe that Ye Fan would actually dare to lay a hand on him.

"Dare to scheme against my daughter and yet wish for redemption?"

Staring at Song Qingyi, who died with his eyes wide open, Ye Fan was contemptuous. To him, the likes of Song Qingyi, who would harm another's child for money, deserved more than death.

After a pause, Ye Fan said, "Lin Wu, send someone to investigate for me; I want to see just who this mastermind Young Master Huang really is!"

"Yes, God Ye!" Lin Wu replied solemnly.

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Meanwhile, within the Jiang Family, the mood was heavy.

"Ye Fan, you bastard, how dare you intercept the Jiang Family's convoy, kill my guards, execute my Celestial Master Song, you are truly unforgivable!"

When the Jiang Family's convoy passed by the Warzone Hospital and met with disaster, the personal guard Zhou Tai was killed, and the Jiang Family's honored guest, Celestial Master Song Qingyi was extinguished. Jiang Hong, the head of the Jiang Family, received the news immediately.

He despised Ye Fan to the core. Not long ago, he had dispatched additional manpower to search for Ye Fan's whereabouts, but unexpectedly, Ye Fan intercepted the Jiang Family's convoy and killed several people, enraging Jiang Hong to the point of thunderous fury.

"Master, calm your anger. Getting angry over it is harmful to your health and not worth it!" The housekeeper hastily advised.

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Jiang Hong's face turned an ashen blue with rage as he looked at the butler and angrily said, "This Ye Fan has repeatedly provoked the authority of our Jiang Family, how can I not be enraged?"

"Furthermore, it's impossible for Ye Fan to have killed Zhou Tai by himself. I'm very clear about Zhou Tai's strength. There must be someone backing Ye Fan—have you found out who it is?"

"We have found out," the butler said with a solemn face.

Jiang Hong raised his eyebrows and spoke with imposing authority, "Who is it? Who dares to back up this little bastard Ye Fan?"

"The Southwest Border Red Flame Army!"

As Jiang Hong's anger fumed, the butler's words dropped like thunder, causing Jiang Hong to tremble violently upon hearing them.

"What did you say? Southwest Border Red Flame Army? Are you joking with me internationally?" Jiang Hong bellowed.

The Red Flame Army?

That was the genuine elite force of Heavenly Abode Country, rich in experts internally, capable of overthrowing a small nation within twenty-four hours once they are mobilized.

To think that the Southwest Border Red Flame Army was backing Ye Fan, a minor figure?

In Jiang Hong's view, this was utterly preposterous.

The butler took out his phone and said, "Before our master, how could I dare joke? If you don't believe it Master, take a look for yourself!"

"Hm? Is this really the emblem of the Southwest Border Red Flame Army?"

Seeing the photos, Jiang Hong was utterly shocked.

These photos were precisely taken by the driver of the Jiang Family's convoy when Ye Fan intercepted them.

Disbelieving, Jiang Hong rubbed his eyes, and upon confirming it was the Red Flame Army, he spoke with a startled face, "What's going on? How could this little bastard Ye Fan be involved with the Red Flame Army?"

"This old servant is not clear on the details, but Master, this matter is of great importance, I believe it would be prudent to contact Third Master at once!" the butler said gravely.

"Contact the third one? Yes! We must contact him immediately!"

Reminded by the butler, Jiang Hong regained his senses almost instantaneously, like an awakening from an enlightening sermon.

In Jiang Family's generation, there were three dragons; the eldest, Jiang Hong as the family head, dealt with external affairs year-round, the second, Jiang He, responsible for the internal affairs of the Jiang Family, and there was also a third brother named Jiang Zhongmou.

Jiang Zhongmou, disinterested in family strife since childhood, joined the military at the tender age of eighteen. Over time, Jiang Zhongmou had risen to be the Grand Commander of the Central Plains War Zone, wielding the Tiger and Wolf Brigade.

Without hesitation, Jiang Hong swiftly retrieved a number and dialed it.

"Big brother!"

Shortly after, a voice exuding an imposing aura without anger came through from the other end.

"Little brother!" Jiang Hong took a deep breath.

Upon receiving the call from his elder brother, Jiang Zhongmou inquired, "May I know why big brother has sought me out?"

Due to his distaste for family disputes from a young age, after Jiang Zhongmou became the Grand Commander of the Central Plains War Zone, he maintained minimal contact with the family to avoid any semblance of conflict of interest.

Typically, Jiang Long and Jiang He would not reach out to him unless there was an important matter.

"Little brother, a grave incident has occurred!"

Jiang Hong did not hesitate and spelled out the situation in detail.

"What? The second brother is dead? And the opposition is backed by the Red Flame Army?" Upon knowing the situation, Jiang Zhongmou, the Commander, couldn't help but be shocked.

Jiang Hong, grief-stricken and enraged, said, "Yes, little brother, your second brother is dead, and they have the support of the Red Flame Army. If it were just Ye Fan alone, he wouldn't be a cause of concern, but this matter involves the Red Flame Army, and I had no choice but to turn to you. Will you handle this matter or not?"

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"Little brother!" Jiang Hong said in sorrow and anger.

Within the Central Plains War Zone, Jiang Zhongmou's gaze turned icy, releasing a chill of killing intent.

"Big brother, the Red Flame Army wouldn't normally interfere in these conflicts without cause. The identity of the other party needs to be verified!"

"But rest assured, big brother, if our second brother has passed and our family is in trouble, as a Jiang Family person, I cannot stand idly by. Just go ahead with what you need to do; I will bear any consequences!"

"Friction among the various war zones is common; if these people truly come from the Red Flame Army and dare to protect Ye Fan, intervening in Jiang Family affairs, I will annihilate them all!"