Chapter 421

I'm convinced!

These three words were practically squeezed out from between Zheng Canghai's teeth; he had pretended to be calm all night, but this time he could no longer keep up the act, and boundless hatred spread across his face.

Being stepped on the head by an outsider and having rules imposed!

And still have to say the word "convince"!

To him, this is undoubtedly the utmost shame and disgrace in life! His heart cannot bear it, his lungs cannot bear it! So his heart feels like being pricked by needles, and his lungs are about to explode with anger.

Having roamed Haishan for decades, he has never suffered such humiliation!

But his precious daughter Zheng Qingxuan is his sole reverse scale, and also the softest place in his heart; she has been raised in his palm since childhood.

For his daughter's safety, he could only grit his teeth and compromise.

Please, Boss Fan, lend a hand and help me find my daughter!

At this moment, Zheng Canghai had already lost the dignity of the Dragon King, and also lost his bargaining chip; he could only rise and salute Lin Dongfan with clasped hands.

Very good.

Lin Dongfan nodded satisfactorily, and the hint of a playful smile on his face faded.

He ordered the nearby Lao Ba: "Give Xiaofeng a call, have him help Boss Zheng find the young lady; even if we have to turn Haishan upside down, we must find her."

Okay.

Lao Ba immediately took out his phone and told Xiaofeng to go find someone.

At first glance.

Lin Dongfan is a righteous and upright person.

But Zheng Canghai's face turned ashen, wishing Lin Dongfan's bones crushed and ashes scattered! He had to admit his mistake, having severely underestimated Lin Dongfan's tactics.

This negotiation ended with Lin Dongfan leaving with a victorious smile.

As soon as Lin Dongfan left.

The smiling tiger Cai Yang then sneered at Zheng Canghai: "Old Zheng, you're convinced, but have you asked the Sea Dragon Society brothers if they're not convinced?"

"What do you mean?" Zheng Canghai's face darkened with anger.

Cai Yang said: "You handed over Fisherport New City, that's throwing away the cake. From today on, our Sea Dragon Society members can't go to the fishing village and the old dock, that's losing face. For your daughter's safety, you've put the interests and reputation of all our Sea Dragon Society brothers on the line—this isn't appropriate, right? Even if I don't say anything, Chen Yongnian will complain."

"Now I don't see Chen Yongnian complaining; I only see you nitpicking here!"

Zheng Canghai was so angry his eyes were about to pop out.

He pointed at the hanging lamp on the coffee table, shouting angrily: "If it weren't for you failing to keep watch at home, letting someone plant a mole, would I be this passive today? Damn your mother! The dozen or so guns nearby are all waiting to take down the Fan surname! Just because you let this busted lamp crash down with a bang, it smashed everyone's morale!"

Old Zheng, I don't like hearing you say that. Cai Yang said: "Even if this hanging lamp hadn't fallen today, with your daughter missing, would you dare point a gun at Fan Donglin's head?"

!!!

Zheng Canghai gritted his teeth and glared at the aggressive Cai Yang, murderous intent raging in his heart.

Cai Yang sensed the killing intent.

But he had no intention of continuing to yield, because Zheng Canghai had already lost the Fisherport New City project, harming all the brothers' interests, and thus was no longer qualified to be the Dragon King.

Cai Yang chuckled lightly: "The one really holding you back today is your daughter, not this hanging lamp. You might be getting old and a bit muddle-headed. I suggest you step down and rest; your health is important."

"What if I don't step down?"

Before his words even finished, Zheng Canghai suddenly drew his gun and pointed it at Cai Yang's head.

Cai Yang laughed calmly, not startled or flustered, saying: "On my turf, you pull a gun and point it at my head. Old Zheng, you're truly an old fool."

As his words fell, the dozen or so lackeys behind Cai Yang angrily drew their guns, all pointing at Zheng Canghai.

Almost at the same time.

The four men behind Zheng Canghai also drew their guns, aiming at Cai Yang's head. But judging by the number of people present, Cai Yang's side far outnumbered Zheng Canghai's.

Zheng Canghai, burning with rage.

Guns pointed at Cai Yang!

Retreating back with a snarling laugh: "Surname Cai, I still need to go find my daughter—I have no time to play with you today! You want to be the Dragon King? Sure, but you first have to ask Chen Nianian whether he'll back you. And Mayor Guo—will Mayor Guo nod? You don't even have a clue, you bastard!"

Seeing Cai Yang withdraw his smile and his face darken with anger, Zheng Canghai knew the other side also had no confidence.

After leaving Haishan Guesthouse.

One of his lackeys beside him asked Zheng Canghai: "Dragon King, that surname Cai is surely colluding with that outsider; shouldn't we just get rid of him?"

"Don't move him yet; a salted fish can't stir up any waves."

Zheng Canghai simply didn't take Cai Yang seriously; he didn't believe Chen Nianian, one of the three founders of the Hai Long Association, would support Cai Yang, nor did he believe Mayor Guo would lend Cai Yang a hand.

Right now, what he cares about most is his own apple of his eye.

He anxiously ordered his subordinates: "Hurry and find Qingxuan; if my daughter loses even a single hair, I want the whole Fan Donglin family buried with her!"

If Lin Dongfan heard this, he'd surely laugh his head off.

He, Zheng Canghai, is merely a product of his time, having risen only because he caught a good era; if placed in the ancient age of Mandate of Heaven, Lin Dongfan wiping out his nine clans would be nothing more than a sentence.

Lin Dongfan treats him not too badly.

He had only been home for a little over an hour when the servant rushed into the hall, excitedly reporting: "Mr. Zheng, the young lady has returned."

He glanced toward the doorway and indeed saw his own apple of his eye.

His beloved daughter Zheng Qingxuan, a graduate of the Art Department at Haishan University. She studied fine arts; give her a paintbrush and she can paint you an ideal world.

Today I don't know what she has been through.

Her hair was somewhat disheveled, and her light-blue chiffon skirt bore red stains—blood? —and her shoes were equally caked with mud.

"Qingxuan, are you alright?"

Zheng Canghai's voice was tense to the extreme.

People in Haishan generally favor males over females, but Zheng Canghai is an exception. He likes his daughter, not his son. Because his son is a troublemaker who constantly causes him headaches, unlike his well-behaved, sensible daughter.

"I'm fine."

Zheng Qingxuan saw her father's anxious expression and felt somewhat surprised.

She pulled Zheng Canghai to sit on the sofa, smiling as she linked her arm with his: "Dad, what's wrong with you today?"

"I was afraid you wouldn't come back." Zheng Canghai pointed at the stain on Zheng Qingxuan's skirt: "Is this blood? Did they hit you?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand what you're saying." Zheng Qingxuan said: "I accidentally got some paint on it, it's not blood, and no one hit me."

"Really, no one hit you?" Zheng Canghai looked at Zheng Qingxuan dubiously: "My dear daughter, if you're hurt, you must tell me, don't keep it hidden."

Zheng Qingxuan looked speechless: "I really am fine, what's wrong with you today?"

"You weren't kidnapped?"

"No, who said I was kidnapped? That's bizarre."

"That's really unbelievable."

The more Zheng Canghai asked, the more confused he became, his brain's processing speed seriously lagging behind reality's pace.

He puzzledly pressed on: "Since you weren't kidnapped, how could the family not reach you? Where did you go today?"

"Don't mention it, today's been really unlucky."

Bringing up today's misfortune, Zheng Qingxuan leaned back on the sofa, huffing like an exhausted little pitiful thing, utterly weak.

She stared at the ceiling and recalled: "Today I was waiting at the traffic light intersection, and the driver of a Wuling car next to me flipped me off, saying my plastic surgery must have blinded my eyes, and that I changed lanes without signaling. I was furious—he said I changed lanes without signaling, I admit that's true. But he said I had plastic surgery; that's definitely his blindness! Has he never seen a natural beauty? He thinks everyone's face is fake, it makes me furious."

"That's it?"

Zheng Canghai couldn't understand how this related to losing contact.

Zheng Qingxuan continued her recollection: "When the light turned green, he sped ahead of me—I couldn't stand it, so I immediately accelerated and chased after him, intending to force him to stop and apologize. I didn't expect his driving skills to be quite good; I chased him for ten-odd minutes but never caught up, always left behind."

Hearing this, Zheng Canghai almost turned to stone, driving a sports car worth over seven million, yet unable to catch up to a Wuling?

Before Zheng Canghai could even sigh.

Zheng Qingxuan added: "I chased and chased all the way to the fishing village. Suddenly a chicken flew out of the village; I couldn't brake in time and hit it. Then the whole village surrounded me, demanding compensation."