Ekuipin's face instantly showed panic. How could he not understand the meaning of Ma Peng's words?
He quickly explained, "Mr. Ma, I truly have no intention of using you as a pawn. Even if you gave me a hundred膽子, I wouldn't dare to have such a thought. Old Lang and I have indeed offended that kid, but in our hearts, the next King of Hell has always been you. These are my heartfelt words!"
Ekuipin's face was full of sincerity, as if he were pouring out his heart.
Old Lang, standing beside him, quickly nodded, "Mr. Ma, Old Crocodile is right. In our hearts, we only recognize you."
Ma Peng scanned the crowd present and said indifferently, "Are you trying to make me go against the boss? Don't you know what happened to Qiao Long?"
"Mr. Ma, Qiao Long betrayed the boss, and his heart deserved to be punished. This is different from dealing with Chen Fan. That kid hasn't even established himself yet. Didn't the boss say this is a world where the strong prey on the weak? Whoever has the strength can rise. We are just going with the flow, not betraying the boss at all," Old Lang continued to persuade.
The anger on Ma Peng's face gradually subsided, and a smile curved his lips.
How could he be in his current position if he didn't know what these subordinates in front of him were thinking?
He waved his hand, "I know about the matter. You all can go." Da Feng Novel Network
Hearing Ma Peng dismiss them, Old Lang and the others exchanged glances.
"What? Do you want me to let you stay here overnight?" Ma Peng glanced at them and asked again.
"No, no, no, we wouldn't dare," Old Lang quickly waved his hand and stood up first.
Seeing that Ma Peng had not given them a definite answer, Old Lang and the others had no choice but to leave the villa dejectedly.
After Old Lang and the others left, a middle-aged man who had been standing behind Ma Peng stepped forward and asked, "Sir, why did you disagree with their suggestion? I also think the position of King of Hell should be yours."
Ma Peng sneered, "They are just trying to save their own lives. Trash who can't even deal with a kid, do they deserve to cooperate with me?"
"You mean?" The middle-aged man looked at Ma Peng in confusion.
"Make sure he has no chance to return to Hua Nan."
"But, sir, if *that person* discovers it was us, I'm afraid..."
Before the middle-aged man could finish, Ma Peng waved his hand, "Then don't let him know it was me. Aren't all those people just now filled with hatred for that kid?"
The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he understood Ma Peng's meaning.
"Sir, I'll go arrange it now!" With that, the middle-aged man walked towards the door.
Ekuipin and the others left the villa, each with a worried expression.
Ekuipin and Old Lang got into the same car, their faces looking extremely grim.
They had previously wanted to kill Chen Fan. If Chen Fan truly secured his position as successor, they would likely die a terrible death.
When people face death, they experience involuntary fear, and their courage also increases.
"Old Crocodile, I don't think Mr. Ma intends to make a move on Chen Fan. What should we do about this matter?" Old Lang couldn't help but ask.
Ekuipin's face was grim. After a moment of silence, he uttered a sentence that shocked everyone: "Then we'll make a move ourselves!"
"What? We'll make a move ourselves?!" Old Lang was shocked.
"Find some killers and have him die in Kyoto. This way, who can suspect us? I heard that kid even dared to challenge Huangfu Qin Yuan, and it seems he also had a lot to do with the death of Long Zhihai's son. Such a person dying in Kyoto would be his own doing," a murderous glint flashed in Ekuipin's eyes.
Old Lang's expression changed slightly, "Old Crocodile, you need to think clearly. If things are exposed, we'll have nowhere to go but death."
Ekuipin's expression became extremely calm at this moment, "I ask you, if we don't act, do we have a way to survive?"
This question made Old Lang fall into deep thought.
Finally, Old Lang nodded, "Let's do it. Damn it, we've always lived a life of living on the edge of a knife. What are we afraid of!"
In the past few days, the entire underground world was in turmoil. Some were forming factions, some were targeting Chen Fan, and others were observing, not showing any attitude.
As for the masked man, the King of Hell, he seemed to have anticipated all this and had no intention of intervening.
This made the forces targeting Chen Fan even more reckless.
Kyoto, Yuhua Private Club.
Chen Fan emerged from his room and sat in the restaurant to eat breakfast.
He had been in Kyoto for a full ten days. Every day, besides acupuncture for his mother, he would chat with Qin Shuran. His days were very pleasant.
However, this had caused Song Wenting's dissatisfaction.
This morning, as Chen Fan was eating breakfast in the restaurant, Song Wenting, in her high heels and holding a document, sat directly in front of Chen Fan, her face grim.
"What's wrong? You're so angry. Why don't you have some soy milk to cool down?" Chen Fan pushed a bowl of soy milk towards Song Wenting.
"I really don't know what you're thinking. The entire underground world, countless people want to harm you, and you still have the time to eat here? Do you want to hide here forever, never seeing the light of day?" Song Wenting looked at Chen Fan with confusion.
Chen Fan just smiled calmly and didn't explain anything, taking a bite of a fried dough stick.
"What exactly does Godfather see in you to make you his successor?" Song Wenting crossed her arms, her face full of displeasure.
She had been collecting intelligence for the past few days. Not only were people from their opposing sides looking for Chen Fan, but even some of her godfather's subordinates were inquiring about Chen Fan's whereabouts, clearly intending to harm him. Yet, Chen Fan had been in the club for these past few days, seemingly oblivious to the outside world, as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Is there any news about Situ Mulan?" Chen Fan asked, wiping his mouth after eating.
"This is the information on the Situ family." Song Wenting placed a document in her hand on the table and then got up to leave.
However, before she had walked a few steps, she stopped again and turned to look at Chen Fan, "Oh, right. Kyoto's Fat Dragon called me. He wants to meet you and said he has something important to tell you."
"He followed Godfather for a long time. You can trust him."
"Fat Dragon?" Chen Fan's mind conjured up the man's profile.
Kyoto's underground forces were complex, with more than one faction. Fat Dragon was the masked man's underground force in Kyoto.
"Alright, then let's meet him. You arrange it," Chen Fan replied, reaching for the document in front of him.
Seeing Chen Fan's indifferent attitude, Song Wenting turned and left with a displeased expression.
Opening the document, Chen Fan looked at the contents, his brow furrowing gradually.