Chapter 117: Journey to the Provincial Capital in Person

Chapter 117: Heading to the Provincial Capital

Minutes later, Ye Feng received a call from Huang Shan. She explained that she had asked the deputy director, who claimed to be in the dark about the situation. He insisted that the order had come from above, and as a mere deputy director, he was not in a position to comment or disclose any details.

"It seems someone in the higher-ups wants to take down the Chenlong Club," Huang Shan noted, her experience in the business world allowing her to identify the core issue immediately. Ye Feng agreed, though he was puzzled; he couldn't recall offending anyone of that stature in the provincial capital.

"I see. Thank you for your trouble, Sister Shan. I’ll head up there tomorrow to investigate the situation, and I’ll be sure to pay you a visit while I'm at it," Ye Feng said with a grin. Thoughts of Huang Shan’s enchanting figure, the sights he had glimpsed last time, and the intimate service she had once provided him caused an immediate, stirring reaction in his body.

"What’s there to see, really?" Huang Shan teased, though her heart swelled with sweetness. The thought of the "scoundrel" coming to see her filled her with an inexplicable thrill, and his handsome, rugged face flashed across her mind.

"Sister Shan is young and beautiful, of course there’s plenty to see," Ye Feng replied. In truth, he wanted to say that her body was what he craved—her lush curves, her hidden charms, and every inch of her skin that left him intoxicated.

"You shameless rogue!" Huang Shan blushed, the memory of her own intimate favors rushing back. She remembered how she had used her delicate mouth to pleasure him, recalling how difficult it had been for her hands to even grasp his impressive size.

"Sister Shan, really? Have you ever met a rogue as handsome and dashing as me? Besides, I’m coming to visit my beloved Sister Shan. What could possibly be wrong with that?" Ye Feng feigned hurt. If visiting his beloved was considered being a rogue, then the streets would be lined with them.

"Shameless! Who praises themselves like that? Why not say you’re as handsome as Pan An and Song Yu while you're at it?" Huang Shan chided, though she couldn't deny his striking looks.

"Wow, Sister Shan, you’re getting sharper by the day. You knew exactly what I was going to say. Are you a worm in my stomach?" Ye Feng teased lecherously, imagining how wonderful it would be to have her by his side every day.

"Drop dead!" Huang Shan laughed. "Anyway, I have work to do. Call me when you arrive tomorrow so I can prepare dinner for you." Her tone was no longer that of a formidable business mogul, but rather a devoted wife waiting for her husband to return home.

"Alright, thank you, Sister Shan. I’ll see you tomorrow!" They hung up, and Ye Feng felt a surge of excitement. The prospect of being with her again was, in a word, thrilling.

The next morning, after delegating his duties to Song Gang and Liu Yang, Ye Feng set off for the provincial capital with Chu Yun. Upon learning of the situation, the others agreed that there was more to this than met the eye and that it required careful handling.

Meanwhile, at a luxurious villa, a man listened intently to his subordinate’s report. "Haha, excellent. The plan is working perfectly. Keep up the pressure, and that club will collapse sooner or later."

"Yes, Boss. Rest assured, I’ve already taken care of things at the Public Security Bureau. I’ve also informed Jin Qingyun, and he is making his own arrangements accordingly," the man replied, a triumphant smirk on his face.

"Good. And keep an eye on Huang Shan as well. That woman is no simple opponent," the man said, sipping his red wine.

"Understood. But do you think that kid Jin Qingyun can be trusted? He seems a bit arrogant," the subordinate asked.

"Don't worry, everything is under my control. I can lift him up, and I can destroy him just as easily," the man replied with a sinister laugh that sent a shiver down his subordinate’s spine.

By noon, Ye Feng and his group reached the provincial capital. Despite the long drive, Ye Feng’s mind was sharp, turning over the details of the crisis. Something was definitely wrong, though the specific motive remained elusive.

"Brother Feng, you're finally here! I've been worried sick!" Ma Long, accompanied by Zhang Wei and Liu Yun, rushed over to greet them as soon as the car stopped. He looked exhausted, clearly worn down by the recent pressure.

"Don't worry. Let's head back and discuss this properly. Many hands make light work; there’s no problem we can’t solve," Ye Feng said, offering a confident smile to lift their spirits.

"Let’s go to the club," Ma Long replied, feeling reassured by Ye Feng’s composure.

As they drove toward the club, Ye Feng looked out the window, his eyes narrowing. "Provincial capital, I’m back. Whoever wants to mess with me, show yourself. I’ve never been afraid of anyone."