Chapter 71: First-Class Quality

“This time, we’re going in with you!” Li Shuwei said.

“If you all went in, you’d be clenching your teeth in rage—better leave it to me alone,” Yang Fan replied with a bitter smile. With your thirst for vengeance, it’s best I handle this.

“Yang Fan, let us go. As the bureau chief, I feel it’s my duty to do something for those girls.”

Yang Fan considered it for a moment. “Actually, that’s fine. When the top-tier goods are traded, you’ll need to coordinate from the inside anyway. If you go in now, it’ll be much easier to blend in later.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

“We’ll pose as bodyguards, then. Tonight, we’ll meet Sister Ying at the Huajiang Club.”

“What about me?” the beautiful deputy captain from Tianhai asked.

“It’s better if you don’t go.”

“I want to play your lover, just like Sister Xinxi.”

“I—” Yang Fan was stunned. If word of this got out, it’d look as if he’d swept up both the famed beauties of Tianning and Tianhai.

“It’s really not convenient,” Yang Fan protested.

“What’s inconvenient about it? Let’s settle it this way.”

“I—”

Child, you’re still too naive!

That afternoon, Yang Fan didn’t even need to put on an act anymore. Sister Ying and Leopard Brother, the people he was supposed to redeem, were so caught up in their internal strife that no one paid him any mind. And Yang Fan was infamous for his flirtatious ways.

From the servers at Huajiang Club to those at Tianning Club, he’d flirted with them all. He already had five wives, both those with marriage certificates and those with more informal ties. There were also maidservants and female slaves. This life of a tycoon shocked even Sister Ying and Leopard Brother.

After discussing identities, Yang Fan felt there were too many bodyguards. Having two bureau chiefs act as his bodyguards was a stretch.

So, he assigned Li Shuwei the role of a wealthy businessman.

With the art of disguise, it was easy to arrange. Let’s call him CEO Han—it was also an opportunity for him to redeem himself.

At four in the afternoon, Yang Fan arranged a private meeting with CEO Han, bringing Li Shuwei and Tianhai’s bureau chief Zhang Hai along.

Of course, their appearances had been altered with a simple disguise technique. It didn’t display any supernatural abilities, but even this basic method was flawless.

“Mr. Yang!”

“Mr. Han!”

The two shook hands. CEO Han glanced at the bodyguards behind Yang Fan.

“Mr. Yang, whose wife have you charmed this time, that you need to bring bodyguards?”

“What do you think, Mr. Han?” Yang Fan drew his gun, pointing it at CEO Han.

“Mr. Yang, what are you doing?” CEO Han’s face drained of color. He’d come alone, and the threat from someone he trusted was deadly.

“Mr. Han, don’t be afraid. Let me introduce you—this is Li Shuwei, the police chief of Tianning City, and this is Zhang Hai, police chief of Tianhai City,” Yang Fan said with a smile.

“Mr. Han, for purchasing maidservants, colluding with the Redeemers, and endangering society, you are under arrest!”

“Yang Fan, you’re—” CEO Han’s face twisted in horror. The crimes of the Redeemers were far worse than murder or arson—they had ruined countless families. If he were convicted, no one could save him.

“Yes, I am a police officer! But as long as you help us take down the Redeemers, we guarantee your safety!”

“Alright, I’ll cooperate!” CEO Han agreed instantly. He was a businessman who understood the situation.

In his mind, Yang Fan rented the psychic transmission ability. The most frustrating part of the Superpowered Little Sister System was that Ai Xiaomei could use it freely, but he had to pay to use it himself!

“Mr. Han, I warn you—if you play any tricks, I’ll end your life. You’re now under my psychic attack, so rest assured: once the Redeemers are taken down, I’ll send you a few maidservants. These scoundrels who ruin lives—the police will turn a blind eye. You’ll come out ahead.”

Yang Fan smiled at CEO Han, who nodded in silence.

Truthfully, Yang Fan wished he could use such control on all wealthy businessmen, but these abilities had usage limits.

CEO Han was much like the Jiang family in Jianghuai—this way, he killed two birds with one stone. Yang Fan had long planned to involve him; now he could handle his own affairs as well.

His mood soared—soon, he’d have more money.

That evening, at Huajiang Club, Yang Fan entered with Huo Xinxi on his left arm and Wang Yun—the police beauty from Tianhai—on his right.

“Dear, what’s your name again?”

“Call me Yun’er,” Wang Yun replied, feeling awkward being held by a man.

Of course, if Yang Fan told her they might soon head to the lovers’ suite…

“Mr. Yang!”

“Mr. Han, you’ve changed bodyguards too. Are you satisfied with the little lover I gave you?” Yang Fan said cheerfully.

CEO Han was shrewd.

“If you have more opportunities like this, send me two more. Everyone knows you switch companions every couple of days.”

“That can be arranged!”

It was a game of acting—who could outwit whom. This time, they’d laid a huge trap for the Redeemers and were just waiting for them.

“Come on, let’s go inside. My treat!”

“Sure!” With Yang Fan holding beauties on either side, he certainly didn’t need bodyguards.

Huajiang Club—the Emperor’s Banquet.

Sister Ying was already waiting, and Li Shuwei and his companions finally came face to face with the maidservants behind her—the girls.

A surge of sorrow—how much harm the Redeemers had caused!

“Sister Ying!”

“Little Brother Yang Fan!”

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“Sister Ying, you’re not being fair—how come you only acknowledge Yang Fan?”

“Brother Han, how could I forget your kindness? You introduced me to such a good little brother!”

She was talking about Yang Fan. No doubt, the “good” part meant he was generous and foolish with money.

“Changed companions again?”

“A man lives for pleasure—if you don’t give me what I want, of course I’ll look elsewhere!”

Sister Ying laughed, then turned to CEO Han. “Brother Han, you’ve brought bodyguards too?”

“If I didn’t, what could I do? Yang Fan gave me a lover recently, but she’s married. Tell me, isn’t that hateful? Yang Fan causes me nothing but trouble!”

“You’re afraid of him?”

“That’s why I brought bodyguards!”

Sister Ying was speechless—so this was the world of tycoons.

“Sister Ying, take care of it—get that woman into the Redeemers.”

“Of course. From now on, I’ll handle such matters for you,” Sister Ying smiled. She realized this was truly a lucrative business. Anyone favored by Yang Fan, the notorious rake, was surely a peerless beauty!

And whatever happened would be blamed on Yang Fan. If someone disappeared, others would assume he was responsible.

So, it was all a game of mutual exploitation.

“Alright, Sister Ying, let’s get to business. You said I could see the merchandise tonight.”

“Yes!” Sister Ying smiled. Soon, five girls entered—two were sisters, aged twenty-five and twenty-three; the other three were close friends.

Youthful, dazzling dancers in miniskirts—these were first-class goods.