My Perfect Female CEO

Chapter 687 Clown

Lin Bowen’s demeanor was enough to frighten the thirty-plus individuals brought by Ji Shaoyang, leaving them trembling, as quiet as cicadas in winter.They dared not delve deeper into the matter, for the organization’s intentions toward the Ji Family were no longer important. They profoundly understood a truth: aiding a tyrant and opposing Qiu Wen meant opposing their own organization, and they would certainly face strict scrutiny.

Lin Bowen deliberately arrived late, targeting them specifically.

Qiu Wen only attacked Ji Shaoyang mercilessly, sparing their lives. Naturally, the organization had a voice in this matter.

Otherwise, they would have died miserably long ago.

"This time, we’ll also suffer; even if we don’t die, we’ll lose a layer of skin. Unfortunately, the Ji Family is our immediate superior, and we can only comply with their orders."

"The Ji Family abuses power, causing us great misery."

"The Ji Family must have reached extreme arrogance, daring to oppose the organization; it’s a path to self-destruction."

Everyone was filled with complex emotions.

Unlike Gao Qiang and others who surrendered willingly, under Shen Tingting and Qian Weiguo’s pressure, Gao Qiang’s group recognized their wrongdoings and willingly surrendered. As for Ji Shaoyang’s group, the chief villain Ji Shaoyang deserved to die, leading to this scene.

"Sister Dao, thank you for showing mercy." Lin Bowen came before Qiu Wen and respectfully said.

Just based on Qiu Wen’s strength, she deserved his respectful treatment.

"You’re too kind; my master’s instructions, I naturally carried out without reservation." Qiu Wen said politely.

"It’s late at night; leave the cleanup work to me. Please rest early." Lin Bowen said with a smile.

"Deal." Qiu Wen turned and left.

Lin Bowen detained the people Ji Shaoyang had brought and took away Ji Shaoyang’s corpse, disappearing into the night.

...

Meanwhile.

Ji Haoran led a team and appeared outside the villa.

Han Bihong and her ten ladies first noticed Ji Haoran’s presence and reported it to Ye Fan.

Even though the villa wasn’t particularly guarded, Ji Haoran would be exposed the moment he appeared. Much less, Ye Fan knew Ji Haoran was coming, so Han Bihong and others were especially attentive to Ji Haoran and his group’s movements.

Ye Fan, alone, went up to meet them.

Ji Haoran was unaware that both carefully arranged plots had failed: Ji Shaoyang was dead, and Gao Qiang was already captured. If he knew, he would have been shocked beyond belief, unable to maintain the confidence and killing intent he now held.

"Huh!" Ji Haoran’s eyes flashed as he saw Ye Fan approaching, expressing surprise and confusion, "Discovered so quickly? It shouldn’t be. My movements were very secretive; there’s no reason to be exposed like this. Could it be he knew I was coming and waited? But that’s impossible; how could he know I would come?"

Initially, Ji Haoran intended to launch an attack, striking everyone inside and outside the villa with thunderous might.

Before his men could act, without giving him a chance, Ye Fan charged forward. This indeed was too bizarre, forcing attention and suspicion.

Fortunately, Ji Haoran’s mental fortitude was strong, quickly adjusting his mood. He was confident he could kill Ye Fan and others without fail, so he harbored no worry, did not think highly of Ye Fan, nor cared how Ye Fan discovered him.

"You’re Ye Fan, the one who indirectly caused my grandson to become crippled, then dead. Today is the day of your and Chu Mengyao’s demise. You dare oppose my Ji Family? Prepare to be wiped out. Rest assured, I will slaughter all those close to you, killing them all cleanly."

"If I’m not mistaken, Ye Qingping’s family and Qiu Wen have all become corpses."

"Now, you must die too, so you can reunite with them in the Yellow Springs."

Ji Haoran arrogantly and resentfully said.

"Do you know what you look like in my eyes?" Ye Fan said nonchalantly.

"What?" Ji Haoran paused, then instinctively asked, baffled by Ye Fan’s logic and slightly irritated by Ye Fan’s calm demeanor.

"An utter clown." Ye Fan said mockingly.

"You... you..." Ji Haoran pointed angrily at Ye Fan, infuriated, bellowing, "You mouthy brat dare speak shamelessly in my presence? I had already made a name before you even existed!"

"Calling you a clown is praising you."

"Actually, you’re an ignorant and stupid clown."

"You can’t imagine the kind of existence you’ve provoked."

"Are you still fantasizing that your other two arranged traps would proceed as planned? Not at all; Ji Shaoyang is dead, and others surrendered long ago."

"Dare to attack my family and friends? You think you have the gall?"

"You’ve spoken many unkind words about me and Mengyao; you deserve ten thousand deaths."

"Killing you is as easy as squashing an ant. In my eyes, you’re like trying to stop a chariot with the arm of a mantis, overestimating yourself. It’s laughable how proud you are."

Ye Fan said, stepping forward, an invisible pressure unfurling, suffocating Ji Haoran and his people.

Ji Haoran, holding a high position, had long trained himself to remain calm before crises, but now he was unsettled.

Ye Fan’s words made him furious and filled with killing intent.

Yet, feeling Ye Fan’s intangible pressure, his anger was stifled, suppressed like it was killing him.

"You’re spouting nonsense; you’re the real stupid clown."

"My son, he can’t be dead."

"Who can block my Ji Family’s killing intent? You think you have the qualifications?"

"You’re the ones who should die."

"All of you must die."

Ji Haoran roared, his expression ferocious to the extreme.

"I can’t be bothered to argue with you. Get ready to die." Ye Fan said, accelerating his pace, before leaping to attack.

"Want me dead? Keep dreaming." Ji Haoran laughed, then full of killing intent, commanded, "Kill him for me. I want him torn to pieces, ground to dust."

At Ji Haoran’s command, his men pounced like enraged tigers, imposing and menacing.

Instantly, Ye Fan engaged in a fierce battle with these people.

The combat techniques were dazzling.

The figures thrown into the air were especially eye-catching.

Cries of agony sounded one after another.

Blood sprayed out, staining the night.

Ye Fan fought against dozens of people.

The scene was rather shocking; Ye Fan was like a human machine, effortlessly sending the dozens flying.

In the central crowd, Ye Fan’s physique was unparalleled, surrounded by numerous airborne figures.

Ji Haoran was stunned.

Utterly stunned.