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The Black Stretch Lincoln Sedan slowly came to a stop. The driver got out and walked to the rear door, respectfully opening it.
Yan Junhong, clad in a gray long trench coat, stepped out of the car and walked with a composed stride through the parking lot. Old Servant Uncle Wei led several maids to greet him at the entrance.
As Yan Junhong was assisted in removing his trench coat, he casually asked, "Is there something happening at home?"
"Well... Third Young Master..." Uncle Wei was about to explain when hurried footsteps approached from a distance.
Just as he spoke, Yan Yulong rushed in, one hand holding his phone and the other clutching a thick stack of fax papers.
"Dad! Lend me your private Special Forces!" Yan Yulong blurted out immediately.
"What do you need them for?" Yan Junhong ignored his urgency and leisurely walked into the hall.
"That brat Yuting took my 'thing'! I need to get it back!" Yan Yulong shouted as he followed behind.
"What could be so important?" Yan Junhong asked with amusement.
Yan Yulong paused for a moment and gritted his teeth, saying, "My wife!"
"Ha..." Yan Junhong chuckled ambiguously.
"What are you laughing at? Hurry up and help me! Also, I need to use your transport helicopter."
"Don't you have a few Apaches and Black Hawks yourself?"
"He hid Xihe on Uncle's private island! How am I supposed to get in with just an Apache?"
"That island equipped with anti-aircraft guns? Tsk tsk, do you two kids want to start a war?"
"It was that little brat Yan Yuting who stirred things up!"
"Haha... Yuting is really cute when he goes crazy," Yan Junhong said while walking up the stairs.
"Cute my ass! Stop talking nonsense! Are you going to lend it to me or not?!" Yan Yulong was not in the mood for jokes.
"Xiaolong, is that attitude how you ask your dad?"
"Do you think I'll get a yes just because I'm polite?" Yan Yulong retorted.
"Maybe..." Yan Junhong smiled and walked into the spacious study.
"Tsk!" Yan Yulong spat and followed him into the study.
Yan Junhong sat in a genuine leather swivel chair, elegantly clasping his hands, and leisurely asked, "So, what is it?"
To save Xia Xihe, Yan Yulong had no choice but to compromise. He leaned on the desk, gritting his teeth as he made his request: "Dad, I ask you to lend me your private army and Black Hawk helicopter."
"At least call me 'Dad' at a time like this," Yan Junhong teased him deliberately.
This guy is really pushing it! Yan Yulong gritted his teeth and called out, "Dad..."
"Well... never mind, it sounds kind of disgusting hearing you say that," Yan Junhong replied playfully.
Don't take advantage and act innocent! Yan Yulong was so angry he ground his teeth.
"Borrowing is fine, but don't go too far." Yan Junhong opened the drawer and took out the seal.
"Got it," Yan Yulong replied nonchalantly.
"Also, your uncle's equipment isn't just for show. Try to minimize casualties when you're robbing people..." Yan Junhong said while signing the documents.
"I'll do my best," Yan Yulong said with a dismissive pout, and Yan Junhong smiled helplessly.
"Forget it... We, the Yan Family, always do things in a rush, so I won't push you too hard."
"As long as you know. If we're talking about exaggeration, I can't compare to you at all..." Just as Yan Yulong was speaking, his phone suddenly rang. He looked at the caller ID, and a hint of surprise crossed his brow.
Yan Yulong calmly answered, "Hello? ... I know, I'm handling it ... Oh ... got it, I'll talk to you later."
After hanging up, Yan Yulong took the documents from his father's hands.
He casually glanced at the terms on the paper before closing the file.
"Thanks, Dad." Yan Yulong walked out with the documents in hand, his eyes radiating sharp killing intent as a fierce battle ignited within him...
"I'll make you undergo gender reassignment! Turn you into a 'flat-chested woman'!!"
Yan Yuting's words fell like a bucket of cold water over everyone in the room, plunging them into silence except for him.
"...>◇<|||" Xia Xihe's jaw dropped; his brain short-circuited for nearly thirty seconds before rebooting.
He weakly spoke up, "Um... isn't that method a bit too convoluted...?"
"You mind your own business!" Yan Yuting shouted domineeringly, pointing at Xia Xihe and ordering in English, "Catch him!"
The two bodyguards charged at Xia Xihe like eagles swooping down on a chick. Xia Xihe yelled and jumped, hiding behind the back of the sofa. The bodyguards quickly followed.
"Catch him quickly! Don't let him escape!" Yan Yuting yelled, and the doctors and nurses rushed in as well.
"I don't need to change my gender just to make him hate me!" Xia Xihe shouted while dodging, thinking that the Yan family truly had a different way of thinking! They could come up with such absurd ideas!
"Hehe! Are you scared? As long as you become a flat-chested woman, Yan Yulong will definitely despise you!" Yan Yuting laughed triumphantly.
"You're really sick!" Xia Xihe rarely cursed, but he didn't have time to retort as a bodyguard lunged at him, and he hurriedly dodged.
Although Xia Xihe's hands were handcuffed, the room was filled with furniture and had plenty of space to move around.
Xia Xihe jumped onto the bed one moment and ducked under the table the next. With so many people running around in chaos, it was like a game of hide-and-seek, and they couldn't catch him at all.
"Don't run!" The bodyguards came at him from both sides, but Xia Xihe bent down to dodge, causing them to collide with each other.
Taking advantage of the moment, Xia Xihe dashed toward the door, but a doctor grabbed his clothing. In a panic, he kicked the doctor away, who then crashed into a giant vase nearby. The nurses screamed in shock as Xia Xihe stumbled toward the open door.
Impatient, Yan Yuting roared in frustration, "Damn it, stop right there!"
He pulled out a gun from his pocket, startling the two bodyguards who shouted in alarm, "Young Master, please don't—"
Yan Yuting ignored them completely, gripping the gun with both hands and aiming it at the defenseless Xia Xihe.
The two bodyguards lunged forward to grab his hands. Yan Yuting's body was pulled back, and in his panic, he pulled the trigger—bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire erupted inside the room, bullets flying everywhere as people screamed and ducked for cover.
"What the hell are you bastards doing?!" Yan Yuting cursed in English, desperately shaking off the two bodyguards.
"Young Master, please don't get agitated!" The bodyguards struggled to wrestle the gun from his hands.
"Get the hell away from me!!" Yan Yuting shouted, punching and kicking at them.
Taking advantage of their internal conflict, Xia Xihe swayed and stumbled away.
In the midst of grappling with the bodyguards, Yan Yuting noticed he had run far and, filled with rage, yelled, "Damn it, don't let him get away! Hurry up and chase him!"
The bodyguards in the hallway quickly pursued him. Xia Xihe's hands were immobilized, and he couldn't maintain his balance, swaying as he ran.
One bodyguard aimed for his back and lunged forward.
"Wow--" Just as his hand was two centimeters away from Xia Xihe, Xia Xihe tripped over his own feet, letting out a scream as he fell, causing the bodyguard to miss completely.
As the bodyguard bent down to catch him, Xia Xihe rolled on the ground, flipped over, and kicked hard, sending the man tumbling onto his back.
Xia Xihe quickly got up and continued running. When he reached a corner, he suddenly collided with a wall of flesh—
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