Chapter 667: with translation of chapter title

On June 21, 2017, Yang Qing sent Li Hengbo's detailed information and movement trajectory to Lin Dongfan within the three-day deadline set by Lin Dongfan.

Lin Dongfan only then realized that Li Hengbo was truly impressive!

In just a few short years, Li Hengbo not only entered the billionaires' club, but also packaged himself as a selfless philanthropist.

With a casual wave of his hand, he donated a science and technology museum to his alma mater.

With another casual sweep of his hand, his philanthropic footprint appeared in environmental protection, education, and medical fields alike.

He even founded the Rebirth Public Welfare Platform.

It lets every ordinary person in difficulty raise funds on the platform; he only charges a tiny 'meager' handling fee, which he calls—administrative fees to keep the organization running normally.

In short, he is a big-hearted, kind-hearted good person.

He holds titles such as Jianglan Province People's Congress representative, president of the Chinese Entrepreneurs Association, president of the Chinese Charitable Foundation, and chairman of the Rebirth Group.

Moreover, he has learned to keep a low profile in public settings.

The golden cane he used to lean on back then had been electroplated; essentially it was still solid gold, but on the surface it looked like a relatively cheap alloy cane.

As for travel safety, he is far more meticulous than before, always taking at least four professional bodyguards when he goes out.

Lin Dongfan flicked his lighter with a click, burning those deceitful, fame‑stealing documents to ashes.

He then ordered: 'Lao Ba, get the car ready.'

'Going for revenge? Just tell me his address; I can handle it alone, you don't need to show up.' Seeing Lin Dongfan burn Li Hengbo's personal information, Lao Ba sensed that a tough battle was imminent. After holding back for so many days, he finally awaited this day, and Lao Ba felt a bit excited.

'Today we're not fighting; we're going to show off.'

Regarding revenge, Lin Dongfan now lives by the truth: haste makes waste.

He decided to cooperate with his uncle Lin Zhenhua, wait for his case to be retried, then return to officialdom! Then he would really get a grip on little Li, stripping away Li Hengbo's deceitful façade.

However……

Before that, teasing little Li poses no problem at all.

Lin Dongfan changed into a pristine white casual sports outfit, put on the newly bought 'Green Water Ghost' watch, wore a Gucci duckbill cap, and drove his Rolls‑Royce straight to the Jingcheng Golf Club.

As they were about to reach the destination.

Lao Ba couldn't resist asking: 'Master Fan, if I remember correctly, you've never played golf before; your technique is a weakness. When they sink a hole‑in‑one, you swing and have no idea where the ball will go. Are you sure you're going today to save face, not to embarrass yourself?'

'Lao Ba, you're good in every way, but you love speaking blunt truths, which I really can't stand.' Lin Dongfan said: 'Damn it, I can't play golf, and I can't even fight.'

'……!!!' Lao Ba broke out in a black line: 'Didn't you say we weren't going to fight today?'

Lin Dongfan said: 'Swinging at someone in public is definitely out of the question; we're upstanding youths who observe the five virtues and four beauties. But if I swing and send the golf ball flying, and it happens to hit little Li's squarely on the head, that's just my poor technique. Isn't that reasonable?'

'If you put it that way, you're still the Master Fan I admire most; when it comes to playing mind games, you're a talent.'

Saying that, Lao Ba floored the accelerator, driving the Rolls‑Royce like a sports car.

He couldn't wait to reach the course and verify the miracle.

The Jingcheng Golf Club, located outside the Fifth Ring Road, is not far from the airport, boasts beautiful scenery, covers over two million square meters, and integrates grassland, forest, and lakes.

Here one can not only play golf, but also hunt pheasants and rabbits.

A paradise for the wealthy.

Having just finished a stroke, Li Hengbo pulled out his phone and answered a call: 'What did you say? Which blind‑eyed dare to bully my son? Want a beating, huh…… Why is talking to you so exhausting—I'm not saying you want a beating, I'm saying whoever bullied my son wants a beating…… Can you stop crying first, is my son seriously hurt……'

He continued listening for a dozen seconds.

Li Hengbo hung up in frustration and tossed his phone to his trusted bodyguard beside him—He Qixing.

And he ordered He Qixing: 'Go, to the school.'

He Qixing looked worried: 'Boss, we have an appointment with Qian Dong of Aurora Group; he'll be here any minute—if we leave now……'

'Heaven and earth are big, but my son's matter is biggest; he got beaten, I must go.'

Before He Qixing could finish speaking, Li Hengbo took the cane from his left hand, leaned on it, and hobbled forward.

He Qixing followed dubiously: 'Young master, your wife is looking after you; surely nothing will happen, right?'

'She was also beaten; just now on the phone she cried hysterically. She said the eyeliner she had just done last week was slapped back to nothing, and now she can't even open her left eye.'

When mentioning his wife Xu Yaqiu, Li Hengbo is not just upset; he can't understand how he gave in to temptation and married that slut Xu Yaqiu.

Aside from being versatile in bed, that woman is a mess in every other respect.

My son got beaten—that's because he lacks real‑world combat experience!

She's a woman in her thirties who usually throws tantrums at home, smashing things, and is skilled at everything! Yet going to school to back up her son, how did she lose so miserably?

It's unbelievable—are there any other female parents in this world better at fighting than she is?

Unable to figure it out, Li Hengbo also didn't want to think further; as he walked, he told He Qixing behind him: 'Call Qian Dong and say we'll reschedule.'

'Sure.'

He Qixing is also capable—not only a personal bodyguard but also doubles as an assistant.

Just as Li Hengbo was leaving the parking lot in his Bentley, Lin Dongfan's Rolls‑Royce arrived at the scene; the two vehicles brushed past each other at the intersection, and neither knew who was in the other's car.

The car came to a stop.

Lin Dongfan also didn't rush out of the car; he was answering a call from Sun Zhiqing: 'Speak slowly, don't blame me for being irresponsible the moment I get on the line—I've only been out of prison a few days.'

'I just want to ask you one thing: your son is bullied every day at school—do you care or not?!' Sun Zhiqing's angry voice came through the phone.

Lin Dongfan was left bewildered: 'What happened? Was he bullied?'

'Li Hengbo's son bullies Mur Lin every day; today Mur Lin couldn't take it and struck back! His wife isn't a saint either, relying on her family's wealth and power, she personally went after Mur Lin!'

On the phone, Sun Zhiqing's emotion was not just ordinary anger.

She herself used to be wealthy and influential, but after being sentenced years ago, most of her assets were deemed illegal income by the court and confiscated.

With her remaining savings she bought a set of apartments in Jingcheng, instantly reducing her to pre‑liberation conditions.

These years, Lin Dongfan has been incarcerated in Wuzhou City, and no one has given her financial support; now even raising her son is a bit difficult.

She complained on the phone: 'You were told to acknowledge the son but you didn't, and you haven't paid a cent of child support—do you have any idea how I and Mur Lin have scraped by these past two years?!'

"!!!"

Lin Dongfan was left speechless.

Lin Dongfan hesitated for a moment, then helplessly replied: "Send me an address, I'll come over now."