Da Xiong's heart leaped, "Fan Ge, you mean Xiao Hu's incident is related to them?"
"We'll know soon enough." With that, Chen Fan looked at his phone, waiting for Zhang Chongshan's reply.
"Damn it, if this is really related to them, I'll never let these scumbags off!" Da Xiong said coldly.
About half an hour later, Chen Fan's phone received an email from Zhang Chongshan.
Chen Fan opened the email, and Da Xiong leaned over from the passenger seat.
"I didn't expect this Jiang Dashan to be related to the Han family in Sucheng, and to be Han Haoran's maternal uncle." Da Xiong seemed surprised by Jiang Dashan's connections.
"With such a powerful Han family as a backing in Sucheng, why did he come to Jiangcheng?" This point puzzled Da Xiong.
"Han Haoran?" Chen Fan's brows furrowed slightly at these three words, as if he had thought of something.
"Fan Ge, do you know this Han Haoran?" Da Xiong asked.
Chen Fan nodded, "We met once at the Fashion Trend Bar. I had some conflict with him, but Qin Shuran's cousin scared him away later."
"Could it be this kid's revenge? I heard Jin Shiran mention this kid before," Da Xiong said.
"Jin Shiran mentioned him too?"
Da Xiong replied, "Yes, it seems Jin Shiran had some business cooperation with the Han family. And this kid is apparently the godson of Gui Shou, the underground boss of Sucheng. He's quite arrogant and domineering there."
Xiao Hu was in an accident, the offending vehicle appeared at the junkyard, and the owner of the junkyard happened to be related to Han Haoran, who was also Gui Shou's godson. The car had no papers and was forcibly scrapped, destroying all evidence. Were these all just coincidences?
A cold glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, "It seems this matter is indeed related to them."
Da Xiong seemed to understand Chen Fan's meaning and quickly said, "Fan Ge, I'll call my men now."
With that, Da Xiong directly made a phone call.
Twenty minutes later, the junkyard in the southern suburbs of Jiangcheng was surrounded by dozens of black vans.
Jiang Dashan, who was in the office, received the news and hurried out.
Seeing Chen Fan and Da Xiong return, although puzzled, he greeted them with a smile, "Brother Xiong, Mr. Chen, why have you returned? And with so many brothers. This is just a small scrap yard, it can't accommodate so many guests."
Da Xiong walked up to Jiang Dashan and said coldly, "Early this morning, one of my brothers, along with his car, was crashed into a bridge and almost died. Tell me, should I not seek justice for my brother?"
"Of course, you should. But someone in Jiangcheng dares to provoke Brother Xiong's people? They must be out of their minds!" Jiang Dashan quickly nodded in agreement.
Da Xiong sneered, "Boss Jiang, it seems you're still not telling the truth."
Jiang Dashan was startled, "Tell the truth? Brother Xiong, what do you mean?"
"The car that hit my brother is the one you processed as scrap."
"What?!" Jiang Dashan's expression stiffened, and he quickly explained, "Brother Xiong, this really has nothing to do with me. I truly didn't know this car was the hit-and-run vehicle, and as you know, I didn't scrap this car myself."
Da Xiong had no patience to argue with Jiang Dashan and glanced at his subordinate.
Several burly men immediately approached Jiang Dashan and pinned him to the ground.
"Brother Xiong, Brother Xiong, what are you doing? This really has nothing to do with me." Jiang Dashan panicked and quickly explained to Da Xiong.
"Since you refuse to tell the truth, break a few of his fingers first."
Upon hearing the order, the burly men took out pliers from their pockets and clamped them onto Jiang Dashan's fingers.
"Ah!"
As he felt the strength of the grip increase, Jiang Dashan let out a scream.
The pain, as ten fingers were connected to the heart, almost made Jiang Dashan faint. When he felt his fingers making a cracking sound, fear finally overcame his resolve.
"I'll talk, I'll talk!" Jiang Dashan finally spoke.
The burly men released their grip, and Jiang Dashan clutched his fingers in pain, "Brother Xiong, this really has nothing to do with me, but, but it's related to my nephew. This car was brought in by him."
"Where is your nephew?" Da Xiong asked.
"He went to the dental clinic next door to get his teeth fixed. He lost several teeth earlier," Jiang Dashan replied.
Da Xiong ignored Jiang Dashan any further, had his men watch them, and took some of his people with Chen Fan to the dental clinic.
Jiangcheng City, Marriott Hotel Presidential Suite.
A man sat on the sofa, holding a beautiful woman in his arms, feeding her peeled grapes.
Beside the man stood a middle-aged man, looking somewhat flustered.
The man glanced at the middle-aged man, "What's the rush? Don't they still not know I did this?"
The middle-aged man said nervously, "Young Master Han, this matter is getting too big, and this is Jiangcheng, not Sucheng. Da Xiong is now the underground boss of the entire Jiangcheng. I'm afraid, I'm afraid if he finds out, it will be detrimental to you."
"Detrimental to me? Hahaha!" The man burst into laughter.
"Who am I? Han Haoran of the Han family! My godfather is Gui Shou, the underground boss of Sucheng! If that dog dare to touch me, I'll guarantee he won't dare to touch a single finger of mine!" The man was Han Haoran, his tone full of arrogance.
"But." The middle-aged man wanted to say something.
However, Han Haoran interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "There's no 'but.' If it were the Qin family, I really wouldn't dare to offend them. But that dog, he's just Da Xiong's lackey. If he's dead, he's dead. I don't believe Da Xiong would dare to come after me."
"Young Master Han, I think you should leave Jiangcheng as soon as possible. I just received a call from that kid, saying Da Xiong, along with a Mr. Chen, has already gone to the junkyard. If they want to investigate, they will definitely find clues," the middle-aged man was still worried.
"Hmph, so what if he finds out? You're too timid. For a mere lackey, Da Xiong dares to oppose me? I guarantee he won't last three days in his position!" Han Haoran sneered.
The middle-aged man looked troubled, but seeing Han Haoran so nonchalant, he didn't know what else to say.
"You can go down now. My godfather called me and said he's in Jiangcheng. After I finish things here in the next couple of days, I'll introduce you to him."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man finally smiled, "Thank you, Young Master Han!"
Han Haoran waved his hand.
The middle-aged man understood and was about to open the door to leave.
"Bang!"
However, just as the middle-aged man reached the door and before he could open it, a crashing sound came from outside.
The large door was kicked open, hitting the middle-aged man who was about to open it directly in the face!