424: Chapter 423: Casino Wen Kuohai 424: Chapter 423: Casino Wen Kuohai Lan Haishan’s body went flying through the air and finally smashed against a wall.
His internal organs felt like they had shifted out of place, and Lan Haishan curled up on the ground in agony.
At this moment, Lan Kexin couldn’t bear to watch and closed her eyes.
Even with her tender heart, she couldn’t plead for mercy for someone who would call her a “little bitch.”
Blood mixed with several teeth spilled from Lan Haishan’s mouth as he glared hatefully at Ning Fan, attempting to get up but lacking the strength to do so; he could only lie there, staring at Ning Fan.
“I’m asking you, do you realize your mistake?” Ning Fan asked coldly, his eyes filled with a deadly aura.
Covered in sweat and as pale as a ghost, Lan Haishan was still defiant, managing a sneer, “Hmph, you’ve got guts, kid.
You think hitting people is okay?
If you have the nerve, kill me now.
Otherwise, just wait until you’re gone, and see how I deal with her and her mother!”
It was clear that he was referring to Lan Kexin and her mother.
The shameless words that Lan Haishan managed to utter were completely unexpected for Ning Fan; initially, Ning Fan might have let him off the hook temporarily out of respect for him being Lan Kexin’s father, provided he had apologized and admitted his wrongs.
But now, Lan Haishan had thoroughly enraged Ning Fan.
“You are Kexin’s father, so even though you are scum, without her permission, I will spare your life,” he stated matter-of-factly in a tone that brooked no argument.
Ning Fan then punched Lan Haishan on the head again, this time pinning him to the ground and landing a thorough beating.
Although Ning Fan held back because Lan Haishan was disabled, the beating quickly turned Lan Haishan’s face into a swollen mess.
“Stop, please stop, I beg you!” Lan Haishan pleaded, his speech almost unintelligible; his swollen face resembled a purple pig’s head.
Ning Fan’s raised fist stopped abruptly—not because of Lan Haishan’s pleas, but because someone had tugged at the hem of his shirt.
At this time, the only person who would come back to tug on his shirt and ask him to stop was Lan Kexin.
Ning Fan withdrew his fist, ignoring Lan Haishan’s pleas, and turned to give Lan Kexin a deep look.
Ning Fan felt a pang of pity as he saw her burying her head.
“You’re saying he owes you money, right?” Ning Fan walked toward the thugs while asking casually.
The thugs exchanged glances, and one of them replied, “Y-Yes, this man owes us a lot of money…”
Meanwhile, Lan Kexin tried to help Lan Haishan up, but the latter was unappreciative.
Had it not been for Ning Fan’s presence, he wouldn’t have just dodged away but directly shoved Lan Kexin away with force.
“Hah!” Ning Fan let out a cold laugh, glancing at Lan Haishan with the corner of his eye.
A hopeless gambler!
Ning Fan cursed inwardly; the last time he had given the bastard some money, it seemed he hadn’t changed his ways.
“I’ll take care of this.
Take me to your boss,” Ning Fan declared.
The situation ultimately needed to be resolved.
Because of Lan Haishan, Lan Kexin had been implicated as well.
If things were not settled, the debt collectors would likely continue to harass Lan Kexin.
Ning Fan’s statement made the thugs look at one another, unsure of what to do.
“What, do you have any objections?” Ning Fan asked lightly, his tone not as icy as before yet carrying an unquestionable power.
Upon hearing this, the thugs hastily nodded in agreement, all expressing their willingness to lead Ning Fan to the casino.
“What, you want to go to the casino?!”
Lan Haishan appeared very agitated, clearly reluctant.
But this matter was not for Lan Haishan to decide; Ning Fan made his decision not for Lan Haishan, but for Lan Kexin.
“Kexin, stay with me and don’t leave my side for a second,” Ning Fan said, paying no heed to Lan Haishan’s reaction, as he seriously reminded Lan Kexin.
“I won’t go, you can beat me to death but I won’t go.
This is my family’s business, what’s an outsider like you meddling for?!”
Ignoring Lan Haishan, the bastard got even more fired up, resuming his rogueish behavior.
At that moment, the few thugs also got up and positioned themselves to the side, watching Ning Fan and his group while quietly discussing something.
“Then I’ll just beat you to death, and you don’t need to be present for this matter!” Ning Fan walked up to Lan Haishan, raised his fist, looking as if he was really going to start swinging.
Seeing Ning Fan’s strong stance, Lan Haishan could only obediently shut his mouth at this point.
With Lan Haishan quieted down, Ning Fan curled his lips, thinking that this kind of person only responds to force and not reason.
“You guys, if your hands and feet are fine, then lead the way quickly.”
Ning Fan glared at the hooligans, and they became much more compliant in an instant.
Following the hooligans, Ning Fan, accompanied by Lan Kexin and Lan Haishan, arrived at a nearby underground gambling den.
The underground gambling den was not far from their previous location; in fact, it was near the club Ning Fan had wanted to visit.
The hooligans, familiar with the place, led Ning Fan and his group through several twists and turns, first entering a club and then asking them to wait a moment.
“Big Brother, I’ll go up and give them a heads up!”
Huang Mao looked fearfully at Ning Fan, aware that the underground gambling den wasn’t a legal establishment.
Although there were many people in the club, most were unaware of the gambling den’s existence.
To enter the gambling den was, honestly, quite troublesome, not to mention this time they had to bring an outsider.
Huang Mao had to go up and inform them first.
Ning Fan nodded, unconcerned about Huang Mao possibly pulling any tricks by himself.
If necessary, he could uproot this club, and all he needed to do was to say the word to Eagle.
“It’s over, it’s over.
Look at the kind of friends you have.
Do you want to get your dad killed?!”
Lan Haishan started complaining again; he knew this place all too well, as he was a regular here.
“Shut your mouth.”
Ning Fan shot a glare at Lan Haishan, who still dared to talk nonsense at this time, as if he had no appreciation for the leniency shown to him.
Lan Kexin stood to the side, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Elsewhere, as soon as Huang Mao entered the gambling den, he immediately went to find his boss.
“Boss, boss!”
“What a fuss you’re making, out with it if you have something to say!”
In a private room, Wen Kuohai was embracing a heavily made-up woman, but his pleasant activity was interrupted by Huang Mao, causing his expression to sour instantly.
The woman detached herself from Wen Kuohai, who frowned and then turned his attention to Huang Mao.
“What happened to your hand?”
Wen Kuohai noticed the injury on Huang Mao’s hand and upon closer inspection realized that not only were there injuries on his hands, but also all over his body, indicating he had been severely beaten before coming back.