Urban Invincible Overlord

The taxi driver was dead.

The concrete mixer truck driver was also dead.

With two people dead, it qualified as a major traffic accident. Yang Fei, as the only survivor at the scene and an eyewitness, cooperated in making a statement.

Eventually, the incident was ruled as a traffic accident.

When Yang Fei walked out of the police station, the outside was enveloped in darkness; it had already gotten dark.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag, the corners of his eyes squinting as two sharp rays of light shot from them, an invisible murderous intent emanating from him.

Combined with someone secretly monitoring him from the opposite building after he left the Civil Affairs Bureau, he felt that this was not a simple traffic accident.

Someone wanted him dead.

It certainly wasn't because his identity was revealed. Those who knew his true identity would not use such childish methods.

It could only be an issue from Qin Yanyang's side.

"Marrying you really is a bit troublesome," he muttered to himself after finishing the cigarette, recalling what Qin Yanyang had said to him before.>

At that time, he had thought that the so-called trouble was merely due to some people who pursued or admired Qin Yanyang becoming jealous and playing petty tricks on him.

But he hadn't expected the other party to be so ruthless, aiming for his life right from the start.

"It's a bit hard to start," he said.

Yang Fei frowned helplessly.

According to his temperament, he never postponed revenge.

But he had just returned to the country and had no power here.

Moreover, he couldn't even use those helpers he had overseas.

That time they were ambushed; the enemy had locked onto their position so precisely not because the enemy's intelligence was horrific, but because there was a problem within his own ranks.

If he had been at his peak condition, he could have crushed everything.

But now, for fear of triggering a certain painful chronic condition, he could only suppress his strength, retaining at most thirty percent of his combat power.

Until his strength was restored, he absolutely couldn't expose his whereabouts, or else he'd face endless troubles.

"Since you've already made your move and haven't achieved your desired effect, you definitely won't stop," Yang Fei said to himself. Unable to trace the mastermind for the time being, he could only wait for the other party to make another move.

Binjiang Garden, the most expensive villa area in Binhai City.

Qin Yanyang's villa had three floors, with a total area of four hundred square meters, and an additional two hundred square meters of lawn and garden outside.

The villa was decorated in a very high-end, light luxury style.

When Yang Fei entered, the vast villa was empty.

There were no permanent servants here, only occasionally letting housekeeping come to clean and maintain the plants.

The refrigerator was stocked with fresh fruits and vegetables. Yang Fei called Qin Yanyang before cooking to ask if she would come home for dinner.

Qin Yanyang said she had to work late today and would probably come back late. She had dinner at the school.

Yang Fei then made dinner only for himself.

He didn't mention a word about the car accident.

Meanwhile, in a prosperous district of Imperial City, atop a landmark building.

This was a private club built jointly by the real top young masters of the Imperial circle, known as the Hall of Fame.

It belonged to that category where, without sufficient status, money couldn't buy an entry ticket.

Because of the post Qin Yanyang made on her social circle, the Hall of Fame was unusually lively today.

To this circle, it was huge news, thus some young masters who rarely showed up gathered here today, discussing the event.

Zhang Qingyun was also there.

He had already drunk a lot.

Just now, he had been severely scolded over a phone call by his older brother.

In the Zhang Family, aside from a few elders, only his older brother dared to scold him.

Because to him, his older brother wasn't just a god in his eyes, but also the universally recognized number one among the younger generation.

But how could he be content?

The woman he had set his sights on had married some unknown upstart; he felt as if he had been slapped hard across the face.

The most infuriating thing was that they were ordered to deal with that kid but had failed.

Just a moment ago, his elder brother had called, telling him to stop this meaningless behavior, and of course, he was not convinced.

But he did not dare to defy his elder brother's command.

He could only drown his sorrows in alcohol.

"Yanyang, do you still not understand? A remarkable woman like her would never willingly marry some no-name ruffian. It's merely a temper tantrum, finding someone to act as a shield."

"Exactly, in all of Imperial City, besides you, Zhang Qingyun, who else is worthy of her?"

A group of close friends tried to console him with good words.

Zhang Qingyun snorted, unable to hide the anger in his heart.

It was then that the lively venue suddenly quieted down significantly.

Everyone looked up to see a young woman in a white cinched waist blouse, black capris, and high heels, with her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, striding toward them.

"Yanyang!" Upon seeing the woman, Zhang Qingyun excitedly went up to meet her.

As she approached him, she raised her hand and gave him a slap.

"Slap!"

Zhang Qingyun, his face full of astonishment, looked up incredulously at Qin Yanyang, "You... "

"Slap!"

Another slap, with a crisp, loud echo.

Zhang Qingyun trembled all over, shaking as if sifting through chaff.

His fists were tightly clenched, his fingernails digging into his palms.

Yet he forcibly suppressed the raging fury within him, daring not to move.

The entire hall was eerily quiet, with everyone looking shocked, mouths agape.

These were all people of the same circle; everyone knew everyone else. Even if some had private disputes, they managed to maintain public civility.

For Qin Yanyang to slap someone like that in public was way out of line.

Yet no one spoke.

No one dared to interfere.

"Have I not warned you?" Qin Yanyang asked.

Her tone was calm, showing neither happiness nor anger.

Zhang Qingyun took a deep breath, looking at Qin Yanyang and said, "What warning? Yanyang, what's gotten into you today, how have I offended you?"

Such sordid deeds had been committed by many present, but to admit it openly was impossible.

Where was the evidence?

"Yanyang, you... you're being unreasonable. Apologize to Qingyun right now." Just then, a voice came from behind.

A middle-aged man around thirty years of age strode over.

He was refined and handsome, with features somewhat similar to those of Qin Yanyang.

"Brother Qin!"

"Mr. Qin."

As he approached, many greeted the man respectfully.

Qin Zhen nodded slightly, his expression stern as he walked up to Qin Yanyang and frowned, "Have you caused enough trouble for today? Marriage is not something to joke about haphazardly."

Qin Yanyang flashed a smile and called out, "Brother, you're here too!"

"Come, let's go home," Qin Zhen ordered.

Qin Yanyang replied with a smile, "I still have to fly back to Binhai to have a late-night snack with my husband."

The onlooking crowd all wore the expressions of avid gossipers, many stealing glances at Zhang Yunqing.

It seems that when it comes to gossip, human nature isn't much different.

Zhang Yunqing chuckled lowly a few times, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light, the intent to kill chilling.

Due to his elder brother's reprimand, he had planned on holding back for a while, but now he could not wait a second longer.

She must become a widow!