Lan Yunhai saw death.
Even!
He had already seen that in the next second, he would be just like Lan Mingliang, brutally hanged on the spot by Li Qianfan's men, and his body would be swaying in the wind.
After all, what he had done was far more egregious than the five people who had just been hanged.
But to the surprise of Lan Yunhai, and even thousands of others, Li Qianfan merely smiled at Lan Yunhai and then shoved him aside with his shoulder.
Lan Yunhai stumbled, bumping into a nearby chair.
A guest standing in front of the chair quickly dodged him.
Everyone understood then that Lan Yunhai was a plague.
Anyone who got close to him risked being hanged on the spot!
After pushing Lan Yunhai aside, Li Qianfan walked directly to Lan Ximing and looked at Chu Yazhi behind him, saying, "Have your wife come over and sit on my lap to serve me food."
Lan Ximing, his face ashen, bit his lip until it bled and choked out, "No, impossi-ble!"
As the current head of the Lan family and the CEO of Dashen Real Estate, Lan Ximing held a certain social standing and prestige in Tiandong.
Now.
A young man was ordering him, in front of so many people, to offer his wife to him.
How could Lan Ximing possibly agree?
Li Qianfan hooked a chair with his left foot, sat down, and then said to Lan Ximing, "I'll say it one last time."
He patted his left leg and said, "Have your wife sit here and serve me food."
Lan Ximing's pale face suddenly flushed crimson.
He roared hoarsely, "No, impossi-ble!!"
Li Qianfan smiled.
His smile was sinister and cruel, "Then, you can go die."
Li Xingtang, who had been poised for action, immediately threw himself forward, grabbed Lan Ximing by the collar, let out a low growl, and yanked hard.
Another slam dunk!!
Swish—
Lan Ximing, with his bulging belly, weighed at least ninety-five kilograms, much heavier than Lan Mingliang.
Yet, in Li Xingtang's hands, he felt no heavier than a basketball.
Li Xingtang dunked again.
Due to the distance, this slam dunk was a full fifteen meters from the basket (the noose). Even with Li Xingtang's immense strength, he couldn't accurately throw his head into the basket (noose).
But that didn't matter.
As Li Xingtang roared and flung Lan Ximing away, three young disciples of the Xingtang leaped up in succession.
The first person, before Lan Ximing could plummet further due to gravity, placed a hand on his lower abdomen.
Swish.
Lan Ximing flew up again, heading towards the basket.
Another five or six meters later, as Lan Ximing flew through the air and began to fall again, the second young man, acting in the same manner, shouted and pushed with both hands, "Go!"
Swish—
Lan Ximing's falling body soared upwards for a third time.
His head landed precisely within the "basket" formed by the third young man's outstretched hands.
Thump!
This was the sound of the noose snapping under the sudden weight of the plump Lan Ximing as he dropped.
A relay slam dunk.
Three-point shot made!
"Urgh urgh urgh—"
Lan Ximing thrashed on the noose, emitting desperate gurgles, just like Lan Mingliang, desperately wishing someone would come to save him.
Unfortunately.
The many people present could only watch him helplessly; no one dared to go to his rescue.
A few minutes later.
Mr. Lan Ximing, the patriarch of the Lan family, one of Tiandong's three great clans, and the chairman of Dashen Real Estate, was gently swaying in the wind, just like Lan Mingliang.
When Li Qianfan publicly hanged Lan Mingliang, people were merely afraid.
But when Lan Ximing, whose status and position were far beyond Lan Mingliang's, was also brutally hanged in full view of everyone, what kind of feeling did everyone present have?
At the very least.
He Lan Longqi, who had been acting so nonchalant and claiming to protect the young socialites, began to tremble in his legs, his face turning deathly pale.
Though the young master of the He Lan family from Siji had impeccable credentials, he was, after all, just a pampered dandy!
He was in no way comparable to Lan Ximing, the patriarch of a local influential family.
Li Qianfan could so casually hang Lan Ximing without a second thought, and he would care about some dandy like him!?
"You, come here."
Li Qianfan picked up a glass of wine and patiently waited for Lan Ximing to urinate (a sign of formal death). Then, looking at Chu Yazhi, who could only stand by gripping the back of a chair, he patted his left leg again.
Chu Yazhi's eyes were vacant; she showed no reaction.
Li Qianfan didn't urge her further. Instead, holding his wine glass, he looked at the foolish-looking Lan Yunhai.
He said slowly, "Lan Yunhai, help your mother sit on my lap and serve me food. I won't kill you."
What?
Lan Yunhai, whose soul had already fled his body, suddenly's eyes lit up.
He blurted out, "You, you'll keep your word!?"
"I keep my word."
Li Qianfan patted his left leg for the third time and said impatiently, "You have ten seconds to help your mother sit on my lap and serve me food. If you exceed ten seconds."
Li Qianfan fell silent and looked at an empty noose.
The meaning was self-evident!
Lan Yunhai immediately perked up and strode towards his mother.
Over a thousand people watched Lan Yunhai intently.
Just moments ago—
Lan Ximing, in order to protect his wife from humiliation, had been slam-dunked and hung there.
In this regard, even if Lan Ximing was not a qualified father, he was certainly a qualified husband.
Was Lan Yunhai a qualified son?
If so!
Lan Yunhai should, like his father who protected his wife from disgrace with his life, use his own life to protect his mother from disgrace.
Unfortunately.
Lan Yunhai was capable of anything!!
Wasn't it just a simple matter for him, as the son, to personally push his mother into another man's arms?
A mere effort—
And after this matter, Lan Yunhai, known as one of the three young masters of Tiandong, would become an object of contempt for everyone?
It would make Lan Ximing die with his eyes wide open, and Chu Yazhi suffer unbearable pain?
What did any of that matter?
People had the right to do anything, at any cost, to fight for their survival.
No one could take that away!!
And so—
Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, Lan Yunhai, with an unhealthy flush on his face, strode towards Chu Yazhi.
"From now on, only two of Tiandong's three young masters remain."
Bai Yujing and Du Yingjun exchanged a quick glance and thought in unison, "The crucial thing is that the Lan family is finished."
The Lan family's downfall was precisely what the Bai and Du families most desired.
The two young masters, Bai and Du, exchanged glances and slowly nodded.
They silently agreed to have a good drink after this matter was resolved.
Little did they know—
Tianci, the Young Master, was observing their actions from the shadows, silently roaring, "Buddha bless, you two show-offs will also follow Lan Yunhai's footsteps sooner or later. At that time, Tiandong will only have one Young Master. That would be me, the great Young Master Tianci!"
Jing Ran, who was watching the show from a coffin, personally witnessed Lan Yunhai supporting his mother, and then directly picked her up and placed her on Li Qianfan's lap. She then chuckled with satisfaction.
Leaning forward, she leaped directly from the upright coffin.
Two female disciples of the Xingtang, however, caught her steadily and in time.
Jing Ran casually stepped into her high heels and, surrounded by seven disciples of the Xingtang, gracefully walked to the main table and took her seat.
At this moment.
Chu Yazhi, sitting on Li Qianfan's lap, remained dazed, as if she didn't know what year it was.
And Li Qianfan, with the "warm fragrance and soft jade" in his embrace, also had a look of intense awkwardness in his eyes.
He had performed brilliantly when asked to kill people, and even when, according to Jing Ran's plan, he was intentionally trampling on Lan Yunhai's dignity (forcing him to offer his mother).
But now, he didn't know what to do.
Chu Yazhi was scared out of her wits, while Li Qianfan was flustered and stiff, his hand holding the wine glass daring not to touch the woman.
"Alas, this is the incompetence of a chick. Compared to his grandfather and father, he falls far, far short. If it were those two, with such a mature woman like Chu Yazhi in his arms, he would have already been using his left hand to do what he wanted to do."
Jing Ran sighed inwardly.
She then curled her lips in disdain, reached for a bottle of red wine, and took a sip from it.
Wiping the corner of her mouth, she said softly to Lan Yunhai, "Young Master Yunhai, your mother is dreaming, isn't she? How can she serve my son his meal in this state?"
Young Master Yunhai—
He feared Jing Ran, emanating an aura of malevolence, far more than Li Qianfan.
He quickly bowed and stammered, "I, I will find a way."
Jing Ran asked leisurely, "What way will you find? I advise you to think carefully before answering. Otherwise, you might end up being hanged."
Whoosh.
Cold sweat broke out on Lan Yunhai's forehead.
In a moment of inspiration!
He blurted out, "I will make my mother sober and have her serve Mr. Li his meal!"
"Indeed, you are clever."
Jing Ran smiled, "Who is Mr. Li to you? That your mother would have to serve him his meal?"
"Mr. Li is—"
Lan Yunhai again, with a flash of inspiration, "He's my father!"
It was only normal for Young Master Yunhai's mother to serve his father his meal, wasn't it?
"You are truly intelligent. Haha, I won't kill you, nor will I let my son kill you. After all, it would be a great pity for such an intelligent person to die."
Amidst Jing Ran's silvery laughter, her gaze swept across the faces of Lan Lao and the others.
Lan Hongming (the second son of the Lan family) and the others all remained silent, heads bowed.
Lan Lao, however, wore an expression of sorrow greater than grief. He looked at his eldest grandson, Lan Yunhai, with the eyes of a clown, and said faintly.
Witnessing all this, Lan Lao felt no sorrow at all.
Nor was there any anger.
Only an unspeakable sense of despair!
He could only repeatedly ponder one word.
Retribution!!
"Mom."
Lan Yunhai looked at Chu Yazhi and said loudly, "Hurry up and wake up, serve my dad (Li Qianfan) his meal. Hurry up. Stop spacing out. Otherwise, we'll all f*cking die. Die, die!"
(See you tomorrow. After I'm done with my work, I'll have a massive update. Consider these past few days as a mental rest. Thank you all for your support.)