Chapter 1229: Submit Whether You Like It or Not

"Mr. Wang, take care. Fengdan Fengdan Sihai International always welcomes Mr. Wang."

Chen Hao, reeking of alcohol yet perfectly sober, smiled warmly as he saw Wang Yan off at the entrance of Fengdan Fengdan Sihai International.

Seeing off this damn bastard he wished he could eat alive!

Wang Yan patted Chen Hao on the shoulder: "Alright, President Chen, no need to see me off. The food and drink today were excellent; thank you for your hospitality, President Chen. I'll come visit again when I have time next. I'm off."

With that, Wang Yan waved his hand, pulled open the car door, got in, started the engine, and floored the accelerator to leave...

Watching the car drive away, Chen Hao puffed out his cheeks, then suddenly vomited violently, spraying it all over the ground.

It was a good while before he recovered; refusing help from his subordinates, he walked back inside, looking utterly devastated.

Mao Pan was dead; he had personally shot him dead, a single shot to the head. Mao Pan died cleanly and swiftly, suffering little. Although the fear facing Wang Yan might have been a greater torment for Mao Pan, the physical suffering was minimal—just a thorough beating.

After shooting Mao Pan, Chen Hao had immediately resumed his previously amiable smiling face to drink with Wang Yan; he had eaten barely a few bites of food, unable to swallow anything. Now that Wang Yan had finally left, he could finally no longer hold it together.

His mental exertion had been too great; his blood pressure must have skyrocketed. No one bullies people like this!

Wang Yan didn't care whether Chen Hao lived or died; once or twice was fine, but there would absolutely not be a third time.

Previously, Mao Pan could have lived; during the first incident, Wang Yan had never intended to make things difficult for Chen Hao.

When he encountered Mao Pan showing off at the Jincui Singing Hall back then, his only thought had been to extort a sum of money from Chen Hao and leverage Chen Hao's connections in Sanbianpo to rapidly develop and expand. Mao Pan had always been a minor character; wanting to crush him to death was as simple as pinching an ant.

In fact, even during the second incident, had Chen Hao not fled with his entire family, Wang Yan still would not have killed Chen Hao, because at that time he was still in Daqulin and had not yet started his own enterprise.

Killing Chen Hao at that time would have been extremely unwise; with Chen Hao dead, some other 'Hao' would simply take his place, and trying to seize Chen Hao's legacy would have been far too difficult, consuming too much energy. After all, Chen Hao was connected far too widely: the Federal Government, the Government Army, drug lords, warlords, and the ethnic Chinese chamber of commerce forces he represented were all linked. If Chen Hao were killed outright, all these factions would move in to carve up the legacy.

For Wang Yan to participate in that division would essentially amount to single-handedly challenging all the top powers in Sanbianpo. With that kind of effort, why bother seizing Chen Hao's legacy? He might as well just raise his flag, carve out territory, and declare independent autonomy; that would be the proper course.

But now the situation was vastly different.

After several months of development, he had firmly established himself in Sanbianpo and controlled a significant portion of the forces in Xiaomonong; gathering his subordinates could muster an armed force of over a thousand people. Regardless of their combat effectiveness for now, the headcount was there, and thus the power was there.

During this process, just as he had said, Chen Hao had indeed contributed greatly: introducing contacts, smoothing over obstacles, and covering all expenses even before Wang Yan had started making money, while constantly expanding new projects and adding new personnel—all of it was Chen Hao's payment to save his own life.

Having reached the current stage, although Chen Hao could still provide assistance, he was no longer indispensable.

Therefore, this time he had stood up for Shen Xing, which counted as repaying Shen Xing for previously helping him earn the wine money for Daban, and simultaneously served as further pressure on Chen Hao.

If Chen Hao could endure it, he could live a little longer; if he couldn't bear it, then he deserved to die.

Clearly, Chen Hao could endure it; not only had he personally shot his beloved nephew, but he had also given Wang Yan a sum of money as an apology, cleaning up the mess for his good nephew.

As for whether he could continue to endure it afterward, that remained to be seen.

Thus, Wang Yan stayed in Daqulin for a few more days, once again giving Chen Hao ample time to react and prepare his forces.

Actually, speaking truly, this time Wang Yan had also incidentally helped Uncle Cai.

After all, Uncle Cai and President Chen had joined forces, intending to cooperate with Ai Suo, the sheriff of Maniu Town. This time, the ones injured were not only Shen Jiandong but also Ai Suo's Orphan Squad.

The Orphan Squad, as the name suggests, was a team composed of orphans. After Ai Suo became sheriff, he formed it to consolidate his power; it was also said in dramas that Ai Suo had many illegitimate children in the Orphan Squad, and no one knew which one was his biological son.

Previously, Mao Pan had secretly used the route controlled by Ai Suo to transport timber, leading to a conflict with members of the Orphan Squad where one person was killed on the spot. Later, they were all captured by Mu Yaozi to cut timber and work; when Mao Pan retaliated against Shen Jiandong, he implicated another child from the Orphan Squad.

This created a conflict with Ai Suo.

They had originally been plotting cooperation, but with Mao Pan killing people under Ai Suo's command, easy cooperation was now impossible.

Furthermore, afterward, Mao Pan had even sent Chen Hao away and privately invited Uncle Cai to discuss matters, immediately coercing and threatening Uncle Cai into submission, hoping to continue cooperating with Ai Suo at a suitable price to use the route controlled by Ai Suo.

Now that Wang Yan had killed Mao Pan, none of those matters would occur; Chen Hao could also use his good nephew's life to demonstrate sincerity to Ai Suo, smoothly achieving cooperation and avoiding many complications.

Looking at it this way, Mao Pan's death was quite good; only Chen Hao and Mao Pan's mother were unhappy...

During the period waiting for Chen Hao's reaction, apart from discussing business with Liu Jincui, Wang Yan simply strolled around Daqulin.

Since launching the tourism business, he had only listened to various reports from his subordinates and had never personally come to see it with his own eyes; since he was here now and very leisurely, he took this opportunity to look around various places.

He owned no properties here; these were all cooperative merchants he had negotiated with, including the local tourist attractions, which were all arranged through discussion and formal contracts signed in compliance with Federal Government laws.

Of course, how matters were handled before signing the contracts was something others could not control.

Among these, a considerable portion belonged to Chen Hao's enterprises or those of other members of the Fengdan Chamber of Commerce, etc.; however, regarding the goods sold, there was actually not much difference.

It was nothing more than various wooden products, Buddhist-related items, wildlife products, smuggled luxury goods, jadeite, jewelry, and so on; the main point was to profit from the price difference and to obtain things that could not be bought legally.

Everything could be bought; it was just difficult to bring back. But Wang Yan provided smuggling logistics channels; as long as one paid an additional fee, goods could be delivered domestically.

Moreover, leveraging the fact that domestic inspection of logistics parcels was not currently that strict, once goods entered the country, they could be delivered directly to the doorstep.

On the other hand, Wang Yan was still quite principled; for instance, those who wanted to try heroin or wanted him to help smuggle guns into the country were all refused, and he had his subordinates point guns at their heads to issue stern warnings.

Furthermore, within some entertainment venues encountered during the tours, if incidents of enticement or setting traps occurred, the security personnel traveling with the group would ensure the perpetrators died miserably.

At such times, there was no room for negotiation; they had to die, because this was not a one-off or twice-off matter but a long-term process; even killing people couldn't stop it, as there were always those wanting to drag others down, let alone if no one was killed.

This was an ultimate contradiction in Sanbianpo; everyone here knew his stance, except that currently, Wang Yan's influence was still very limited.

He had merely strengthened control within the areas of Xiaomonong that he controlled, raised requirements for his subordinates, expelled anyone involved with heroin, and eliminated some major drug dealers in Xiaomonong, that was all.

After this period, the market in Xiaomonong was being filled, but compared to the previous batch, these new dealers were very well-behaved; they did not dare to distribute goods in places related to Wang Yan, nor did they dare to drag Wang Yan's workers into the drug trade.

Because whenever a single case was discovered, Wang Yan would pull up the radish and bring out the mud; apart from the production origins which he could not easily touch since those were major drug dens, everything else was cleaned up thoroughly by killing.

As a result, apart from his legendary story of rising to power in Sanbianpo, people also demonized him regarding how ruthless his methods were in dealing with those individuals.

But ultimately, he had not overly affected the market, so no one had targeted him because of these matters yet...

After loitering in Daqulin for a few more days like this, Wang Yan led his subordinates away, heading back to Xiaomonong.

What gratified Wang Yan was that the entire journey was extremely peaceful, without the slightest trouble; Chen Hao was indeed still useful, being usable was better than being completely useless...

Only just returning to the Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Hotel in Xiaomonong, Wang Yan saw Guo Li Min, Shen Xing, and Wang Anquan chatting and laughing happily in the lobby.

"Quite lively."

Wang Yan spoke a sentence, and the three of them shot up instantly, those who should call him Brother Yan calling him Brother Yan, and those who should call him Mr. Wang calling him Mr. Wang.

Plonking himself down on the sofa with his legs crossed, allowing Guo Li Min to light a cigarette for him, he gestured for all three to sit down and, as if he knew nothing, asked: "Anquan, do you know Xing'er?"

"Yes, Mr. Wang; back then at the Mo Mine, he was the one who came looking for me. But later I lacked brotherly loyalty, wanting to swallow his piece of pigeon-blood ruby alone; afterward, I was beaten by my former boss, Brother Jingang, couldn't mix in the Mo Mine anymore, and that's why I came to Xiaomonong."

Shen Xing waved his hands repeatedly: "That's all in the past, Brother Yan; if Wang Anquan hadn't suggested pretending to be a Monk back then, I wouldn't have gotten out, and who knows what would have happened; maybe I would have lost my life there."

"Today was just a coincidence; I heard from Xiao Guo that Brother Yan was returning today, so I came over to wait, and happened to see him arriving at the hotel to pick up a tour group, so we started chatting. Truly fate, huh."

"I also want to thank you, really. Without you, I wouldn't have come to Little Mill Lane to make a living, nor would I have earned Mr. Wang's appreciation," Wang Anquan said with great sincerity.

"Anquan has done well; now he is a proper star tour guide," Wang Yan said with a chuckle.

"It's all thanks to Mr. Wang's care."

"Work another month, and I'll promote you to route team leader. We are in a period of expansion right now; there are plenty of positions. As long as you work hard, I, as your boss, guarantee your safety and guarantee you will make a fortune."

"Many thanks to Mr. Wang!" Wang Anquan's face lit up with joy; he was delighted!

After casually painting a pie in the sky, Wang Yan turned to look at Shen Xing: "You can rest assured now. Mao Pan is dead; Chen Hao killed him with his own hands."

Shen Xing was somewhat stunned; he asked uncertainly, "President Chen killed him personally?"

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, confirming it for him once again.

He then pulled a flip-phone Motorola with a camera from his pocket, found the video recording of Mao Pan's corpse, and said, "Here, take a look; he's thoroughly dead."

Shen Xing blankly took the phone and watched it twice back and forth.

It was only the close-up shot of Mao Pan's face showing his death, not the segment where Chen Hao personally shot his own nephew. But the impact was still very strong; there was blood, there was urine, and especially since Mao Pan had been brutally beaten beforehand, it was truly miserable.

After watching it twice, Shen Xing tremblingly returned the phone to Wang Yan.

He said, "Brother Yan, I never expected you could go this big. I thought breaking Mao Pan's legs would be good enough. Really, Brother Yan, you know I didn't want to cause you trouble. President Chen's power is so vast; you were already at odds with him, and now you've forced him to kill his own nephew. This is a fight to the death."

Wang Yan shook his head: "The situation was already like this long ago; one more life like Mao Pan's makes no difference. If Chen Hao wanted to kill me, it would have nothing to do with whether Mao Pan lived or died. Do you really think he cares about Mao Pan?

You don't need to overthink it. Mao Pan didn't take me seriously, and I have a conflict with Chen Hao, so what's the big deal in killing Mao Pan? This time, Chen Hao just swallowed this insult; otherwise, Mao Pan would have died anyway. Even if I were incredibly broad-minded, the fact that he sent over a hundred people to kill me means this matter cannot be swept under the rug. Therefore, Chen Hao and I will inevitably clash again sooner or later; it's just a matter of time.

Besides, you previously helped me earn money, and you transferred the construction crew to me; the manpower and equipment saved me a lot of time. Additionally, although your uncle doesn't care for me, when I first arrived, I did receive care from your uncle. Since he had his limbs amputated due to Mao Pan's schemes, I naturally had to settle this score."

He actually understood Shen Xing's thoughts very well; the matter was indeed quite large, exceeding the outcome Shen Xing had originally imagined. But this was irrelevant.

What mattered was the fact that Shen Xing had asked Wang Yan for help in taking revenge on Mao Pan.

Previously, when Ang Tun was trying to kill him, Wang Yan had offered help, but he had not accepted it, saying he didn't want to see Wang Yan clash with Uncle Cai. Now, Chen Hao is an even more formidable figure than Uncle Cai, yet he asked Wang Yan to deal with Mao Pan.

This shows that Shen Xing has already made up his mind to leave Sanbianpo and wants to draw a clear line between himself and Wang Yan. Favors unused expire and become void; after he returns to his home country, he will have no further interaction with Wang Yan.

It's just that he still underestimated how ruthless Wang Yan truly is and what kind of power his actions carry. So now, he is somewhat panicked!

Wang Yan chuckled and patted his shoulder: "Set your heart at ease; if Chen Hao seeks revenge, he will come after me. As I said before, as long as I don't die, he won't dare touch anyone associated with me."

"Mr. Wang's fame fills all of Sanbianpo; even the Federal President is afraid!"

"It's not as exaggerated as you say," Wang Yan said with an amused shake of his head, then turned to ask Shen Xing, "How is Old Shen recovering?"

"Much better; he can already walk on the ground by himself using crutches."

"When do you plan to return to the country?"

Shen Xing let out a long sigh: "In these next few days. I've contacted a hospital in our provincial capital back home; once I return, I'll go there for a check-up. No matter what, the conditions here aren't as good as those in our domestic hospitals; I'm still not at ease and fear there might be some sequelae."

"Alright, I wish you a smooth journey in advance. I won't see you off when you leave; Li Min, remember to see Xing off then. Once he leaves, it's unlikely we'll ever meet again in this lifetime."

"Brother Yan, I will definitely see Brother Xing off," Guo Li Min replied with a smile. "I also said that when I return to the country, I'll go visit their hometown."

"Alright, speak up if you need anything. Xing, you two chat; I have a pile of matters to attend to."

Wang Yan waved his hand, stood up decisively, and left to talk with the two sisters, Su Su and Zhao Ziying.

"I thought you weren't coming back," Zhao Ziying said, throwing herself into Wang Yan's arms with a resentful tone. "I thought you had died in that bitch Liu Jincui's den of tenderness."

"We are all old friends; isn't it normal to exchange pleasantries?" Wang Yan said with a chuckle, patting her small buttocks. "Strictly speaking, I knew Liu Jincui first, and only afterwards did I meet you two sisters."

Zhao Ziying's physical condition had basically recovered; her emaciated body was beginning to fill out, no longer as shriveled as before. Plus, practicing strengthening exercises every day and engaging in daily sports training made her figure relatively tight, and her touch felt much better.

Her physical addiction was now very mild; her psychological addiction was hard to say. Wang Yan thought her state should be fine, as her addiction seemed to have shifted, transferring to sex.

In the time it took to speak just these two sentences, she had already started undressing Wang Yan...

Su Su stood aside with her arms crossed, watching her good sister act flirtatiously, while asking Wang Yan about the situation of his trip.

"Mao Pan is dead?"

Wang Yan did not hide anything from them; what he went to Daqulin to do was actually clear to both sisters.

"Dead. Chen Hao did it personally," Wang Yan replied.

"And Chen Hao just tolerated it?"

"What else could he do? If he had that courage and that strength, would we be enjoying our good days now? The old fellow was scared out of his wits by me. When people have greater power and are older, the more they fear death and fear risk. Chen Hao is exactly like that; he doesn't want to lose his current glory, so unless he has a foolproof certainty, he won't make a move; he will only honestly bow low and act humble before me."

Wang Yan pushed Zhao Ziying's head down, letting her slender fingers toy with him.

She beckoned to Su Su: "What are you waiting for? Come over here."

Su Su cast a charming sideways glance but still stood up and walked over.

"It's still better to be cautious. It wasn't easy to achieve our current success; having too many enemies is not a good thing." Su Su was still very responsible toward Wang Yan.

"I know so many big principles; do you think I don't know? Rest assured, I have everything under control."

Chatting idly like this, the three of them shamelessly began to enjoy themselves...

Three days later, Shen Xing and Shen Jiandong packed their belongings and went to the port, preparing to return to their home country.

But Tuo went to see them off; his relationship with Shen Xing was truly excellent, as Tuo almost treated Shen Xing like a biological younger brother. Guo Li Min also went to see them off; he did not suffer the fate he had in the original drama. He was still kind-hearted and clearly knew his own weight; whatever Wang Yan told him to do, he did. He had always maintained a good relationship with Shen Xing.

This time, the reason their relationship could be so good perhaps largely credited Wang Yan De Gong. After all, the two of them were often together, marveling at Wang Yan's ferocity...

But in the end, Shen Xing was unable to leave.

Just as in the original drama, Jiao Xintun stopped him and did not allow him to return to his home country. The reason was that Shen Xing had gradually penetrated into the core of Daban, and they wanted to use Shen Xing to locate the drug nest and take down the drug lords.

At this point, Shen Xing had no choice; he found it difficult to approach Wang Yan. After all, they owed each other nothing, and he felt embarrassed to ask Wang Yan for help.

Moreover, on another level, Shen Xing was currently in a stage of enjoyment; he was witnessing the splendor and complexity of Sanbianpo, that kind of thrill. As a young man after all, he was somewhat unwilling to return.

After all, Uncle Cai had a lot of face, and Wang Yan also had a lot of face; wherever he went, mentioning these two names could gain him certain conveniences. That feeling was actually very comforting.

It was like handling affairs back in the domestic sphere: mention handling affairs and you can find someone; go to a restaurant and you know someone; if you don't know someone, just mention a name and you get a discount. Indeed, it brings mental pleasure.

Unlike the later stages of the original drama, where the heroin matter was laid bare on the surface and he watched various people die, causing him to become afraid and thus flee.

Now, Shen Xing was ultimately not afraid and even held some aspirations. He was inherently a bit roguish and not so upright; Wang Yan, who rose up through fighting and killing, to a certain extent exerted the power of a role model, making him inevitably harbor some thoughts that a great man should be just like this. Even if he couldn't catch up to Wang Yan, achieving some success of his own would still be good.

Therefore, he stayed behind and returned to Daban...