The day passed quickly.
The evening was upon them, and the sun was setting.
The bright red sun dyed half the skies of Yunzhou bright red.
Ye Fan was at the Ji's Teahouse quietly drinking tea.
Ji's Teahouse was located in the vicinity of the bungalow in the eastern suburbs. It had an antique flavor to it, and patrons sat around in groups chatting about life while they drank tea.
The teahouse was remarkably tranquil.
Ye Fan frequented this teahouse.
He sat by the window on his own and quietly looked outside at Yunzhou through the bamboo window as it gave off a light wood scent.
And he felt particularly peaceful in his heart.
RUNG!
His phone suddenly rang, and it was the head of the Liang family, Liang Hao-Nan, calling him.
"Mr Chu, dinner is ready. We are all waiting for you to arrive. Where are you now? I can send a car to pick you up," said Liang Hao-Nan respectfully through the phone. His voice sounded humble and filled with admiration.
Ye Fan nodded and replied, "Pick me up from the Ji's Teahouse in the east."
"Okay," replied Liang Hao-Nan immediately.
Then Ye Fan continued sitting at the teahouse and drank his tea leisurely.
But this peace didn't last long.
Suddenly...
An icy cold voice quietly came from outside the door.
"Block the entrance. No one is to leave!"
Then the teahouse door was suddenly kicked open with a crash.
SWISH...
Over 20 burly men dressed in suits and armed with sticks surged into the teahouse like a rising tide.
"What...what are you doing?"
"Do...don't do anything rash!"
The peace in the teahouse was broken with the appearance of these people.
All the teahouse patrons' faces turned ghastly pale as they looked towards them in terror.
Many of them were so afraid that they retreated to the corners of the teahouse far away from the fight.
"Erm...what's happening?"
"Did one of us offend some big shot?"
All the patrons in the teahouse were at a loss and kept speculating.
SWISH!
Very quickly, the crowd parted, and the burly men stood on both sides to give way.
Then everyone caught sight of two young men sitting on wheelchairs while they were pushed into the teahouse.
"Is...is that Young Master Fan?"
"The eldest son of the Fan family from the west of the city?"
"One of the founders of Stun the World School of Boxing?"
"Oh my!"
"It isn't just one of them!"
"Isn't that the other founder of Stun the
World School of Boxing?"
"That's Liang Bo, the inheritor of Bowen Group. His family rivals that of the Fan family!"
"Both of them are sons of rich and powerful families."
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