Chapter 2339 - 2312: Tell Yang Anlong for Me

Upon listening to the recorded dialogue between Wu Qiuyang and Yang Anlong, Lin Yafei’s brow immediately furrowed.

Although the Yama Palace and the Qingtian Alliance have been fiercely battling lately, the Yang Family has remained silent. According to her speculation, the Yang Family might team up with the Tang Family, but they would surely act covertly, allowing themselves to remain uninvolved. Tomorrow is the fifth day; the Yang Family, unless they’re foolish, won’t jump out at this moment to share the hatred intended for the Tang Family. But now Yang Anlong is doing exactly that—what is his intention?

Various possibilities flashed through Lin Yafei’s mind, but she ultimately dismissed them all. For noble families, the best outcome is to watch the tigers fight from a distance and reap the benefits without expending any effort, rather than any other approach.

Yet Yang Anlong is doing this, which indeed makes the medicine inside the Yang Family’s gourd quite puzzling.

As for this recording being a ruse orchestrated by Wu Qiuyang, Lin Yafei has considered it but immediately abandoned the idea. It’s quite simple to find Yang Anlong’s voice and compare it to this recording to catch any flaws easily. After all, some things in this world can’t fake authenticity nor hide falseness, no matter how well someone mimics, they will always have defects. Moreover, if Wu Qiuyang truly wants to divert disaster eastward, causing Lu Tianxing and the Yang Family to clash, it’s utterly unnecessary. Lu Tianxing will sooner or later reckon with the Yang Family, and won’t add this extra little grudge against them.

"Do you know who is behind Yang Anlong?" After the recording finished playing, Lin Yafei spoke again. Perhaps Yang Anlong instructed Wu Qiuyang to do this, but it’s definitely not the Yang Family’s intention. There must be other people behind the scenes, and this person has a significant background, compelling the Yang Family to strike at Lu Tianxing at this time.

"I don’t know."

Upon hearing Lin Yafei’s words, Wu Qiuyang shook his head and said, "Miss Lin, I’ve told you everything I know. This matter was entirely my decision and has nothing to do with my family. I hope, Miss Lin, you can spare them."

"Don’t worry about that. I, Lin Yafei, always keep my word. If I say I won’t kill them, I won’t."

As her words fell, a faint coldness crossed Lin Yafei’s lips, disappearing quickly, unnoticed by Wu Qiuyang. "Alright, Family Head Wu, I will fulfill my promise to you. But shouldn’t you also fulfill the promise you made to me? Tell those involved with this matter directly that the Third Young Master of the Lu Family has already sent reinforcements, and Yanhuang Group has dispatched experts, to swiftly evacuate to the Chemical Waste No.1 Factory in the eastern suburb to gather."

Upon hearing Lin Yafei’s words, Wu Qiuyang paused, then picked up his mobile phone, dialed a number, and as the call connected, he directly said as Lin Yafei told him, "The mission has changed, Lu Tianxing has already acted, and Yanhuang Group has dispatched experts here. Everyone must retreat and gather at the Chemical Waste No.1 Factory in the eastern suburb. Remember, move quickly, absolutely don’t let the word slip out, or don’t blame me if you die."

As the words fell, Wu Qiuyang didn’t give the person on the other end a chance to speak before hanging up.

After hanging up the phone, Wu Qiuyang looked at Lin Yafei and said, "Miss Lin, Yang Anlong has transferred all command rights to me to prevent any mishaps. I guarantee they will gather at the Abandoned No.1 Warehouse in the eastern suburb in the shortest time.

Upon hearing Wu Qiuyang’s words, Lin Yafei’s smile became thicker, like a flower blooming only in the dark night.

"Family Head Wu, you made a wise choice."

Then, Lin Yafei stood directly from the sofa. "When my people wipe out those eliminations, someone will contact you, Family Head Wu. You should know what to do next, and I hope you cherish it and don’t alert anyone, or you know better than me what the consequences might be."

As the words fell, a manic killing intent emerged from Lin Yafei’s seemingly frail body.

That bone-chilling killing intent made Wu Qiuyang feel as if he fell into an ice cave, chilling him from head to toe, with his heart rate accelerating, sweat pouring from his forehead.

The killing intent came swiftly and disappeared almost instantly without a trace.

"Alright, Family Head Wu, the matter is finished, I should go, farewell."

After finishing, Lin Yafei turned around and walked outside.

After taking two steps, as if she remembered something, Lin Yafei turned around and said, "Oh, Family Head Wu, before you die, help me make a call to Yang Anlong, and tell him it won’t be long before I chop off his head to use as a night pot."

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Tonight, Beijing bears storm and danger.

The gale is rising, black clouds accuмulate around, and the air is filled with suffocating tension, making it hard for people to breathe.

In the villa of Beijing’s Yang Family.

This time, Yang Anlong hadn’t changed out of his loose pajamas, now appearing like a warrior ready for battle, quietly sitting in the villa’s living room, staring pensively at the classical European-style clock hanging on the wall, tapping unconsciously on his knee.

Suddenly, the phone placed on the coffee table began vibrating with a buzz.

The buzzing vibration was exceptionally jarring in the silent villa.

Upon hearing the phone vibrating, Yang Anlong looked down at the phone on the coffee table, and upon seeing the caller ID, his eyes that were sharp before slowly half-closed.

After pondering for a moment, he calmly reached out and picked up the phone from the coffee table, connected it, and slowly brought it to his ear.

"How’s it going, how’s the matter been handled." Upon answering without waiting for the other side to speak, Yang Anlong asked the first question.

Upon hearing Yang Anlong’s words, there was a momentary silence on the phone before a slightly hoarse voice slowly replied: "Yang Family Master, just about an hour ago, Lin Yafei came to me and met with me."

Wu Qiuyang sat on the sofa in his villa, and his ashtray was filled with densely packed cigarette stubs, with ash scattered on the ground, yet Wu Qiuyang’s face showed no signs of agitation, instead, it appeared calm.