Badge

Gu Nan secretly rolled her eyes. Control Lu Yushi? Is she out of her mind? Why would she need to control that thing? I'll just torment him to death.

"Okay, stay away, stay away." He casually pushed Ji Yuanyu into the car, watched him leave, and stood alone in the sunlight, lost in thought. Between causing trouble for Shen Ming and getting revenge for himself, he chose to get revenge first.

He returned to Platinum Mansion and asked the receptionist with a smile, "Is your CEO, Mr. Yi, here?"

The receptionist's attitude had completely changed; she felt a cunning glint in his eyes, like that of a wild fox, and she shuddered. "Yes, I'm here. Would you like me to connect you to a call?"

"No need, no need," Gu Nan waved her hands repeatedly. "I was just asking. That's all. You can go about your business."

He turned and left.

The receptionist stared blankly at her retreating figure for a few seconds, exchanged a glance with another receptionist, and promptly called Wan Yi to report the situation. After all, in their gossip group, Gu Nan was seen as the future boss's wife, while the boss was a mistress who had risen from a backup plan. Perhaps it was because distance makes the heart grow fonder that Gu Nan and Ji Yuanyu could create the illusion of a perfect match when they walked side by side, with her making a fuss and him laughing.

Since the boss insists on interfering, the only option is to arrange for her to become the mistress.

Wan Yi only asked one question: "What else did you say?"

The receptionist said no, and the next second the landline went busy.

The two exchanged a smile, and the other person mischievously curled the corner of his mouth: "Did you forget something? You should have told President Yi about Gu Nan coming to pick up Ji Yuanyu earlier."

The two then burst into laughter, their eyes filled with nothing but eager anticipation for the gossip.

Soon, the gossip master walked up to them. The two women couldn't control their emotions for a moment. They lowered their heads and tried hard to control the twitching at the corners of their mouths. Their voices trembled as they greeted him, trying to suppress their laughter: "President Yi."

Ever since Wan Yi got drunk two years ago and blurted out his words, they've been circulating in all the company's large group chats. And these are just the large groups he can see. He doesn't even need to think about what the smaller groups formed by his close colleagues must be like. After so much time, he's even gotten used to being teased to his face. Seeing that the two of them were almost twitching with suppressed laughter, he said with a rather resigned tone, "Laugh if you want to."

The receptionist kindly gave directions: "Miss Gu went north."

Wan Yi nodded, grabbed his car keys, and quickly went out.

Actually, he knew that Ji Yuanyu had booked the room and had a rough idea that the person Ji Yuanyu had invited was Master Wan. He deliberately pretended to be deaf and dumb, firstly because he didn't want to see Master Wan, and secondly because Ji Yuanyu was always entangled with Gu Nan. He wanted to use Master Wan to make Ji Yuanyu disappear from Gu Nan's side.

He could accept all the dirty jokes in the group, but he couldn't stand the idea that Gu Nan and Ji Yuanyu were a match made in heaven. Even just a single sentence from them made him feel uncomfortable.

Having finally found an opportunity to get Ji Yuanyu away from Gu Nan, he naturally let it happen.

However, he dared not let Gu Nan know that he was aiding and abetting evil, lest the two become estranged.

His steps quickened as he chased after her. He floored the accelerator in the car, but the Bluetooth headset kept beeping. He made four calls, but no one answered. Normally, his first thought would be that Gu Nan was too lazy to answer the phone, but perhaps because he felt guilty at this moment, he couldn't help but think of the worst possible outcome.

"Crack".

The driver, preoccupied with his own thoughts, failed to notice the extremely faint cracking sound and continued speeding along the deserted road.

A variety of hypotheses flashed through his mind: Was Gu Nan blaming him for not informing Ji Yuanyu beforehand that he was being threatened by Master Wan, or was it blaming him for not helping Ji Yuanyu?

"Crackling sound".

The sound was urgent and loud. Wan Yi finally looked up in a daze and glanced at the rearview mirror. The rear windshield was shattering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wan Yi quickly looked around and, finding no oncoming cars, hurriedly slammed on the brakes. He wondered why the glass was broken when it was fine last time he drove.

If you stand still and think about it, will the windshield have cracked before you get in the car?

But at that time, he was preoccupied with his own thoughts and couldn't come up with a solution no matter how hard he tried.

Seeing the glass completely shattered, he raised his hand to touch it, feeling regretful. This 911 was a gift from Master Wan for his last birthday.

Since acknowledging his biological father, he hasn't enjoyed any benefits. Instead, he's been framed by Wan Sizong several times, both openly and secretly. All he got in return was this 911, which broke down for no apparent reason.

He shook his head, not having time to indulge his emotions. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw three vans rushing forward side by side in the distance, as if they hadn't seen the traffic cones he had left behind. The vans floored the gas pedal, seemingly heading straight for him.

Wan Yi dodged to the side of the road. Almost instantly, the traffic cone was hit and sent flying in an arc through the air before crashing hard onto the asphalt road. Debris flew everywhere, with a few pieces landing at his feet.

His eyes narrowed; he was definitely coming for him.

His eyes were fixed on the parked van, his hand slowly slid to the passenger side, opened the door, and he gripped the iron bar in his hand.

The doors of the three vans opened simultaneously, and the drivers, all dressed in black, exchanged glances. The leader, with dyed blond hair and a frizzy hairstyle, lazily pulled out his phone, typed a message, and then put it back in his pocket. His tone, hidden behind his mask, carried a hint of thuggish malice: "Sorry."

He raised his hand and made a gesture without looking to the side, the movement natural and fluid, as if he were used to being a thug.

Everyone rushed forward.

Wan Yi's lips curled into a mocking smile. Having escaped death last time, he hardly needed to guess: "I've said it many times, I have no intention of returning to the Wan family."

With a smirk, he said, "Even the young master can't be sure if what you're saying is just a temporary measure."

There was no room for pretense, so Wan Yi stopped talking and charged forward with his iron rod.

Whether it was because he had been exercising diligently lately or not, the three vans and a total of 18 people were unable to gain the upper hand against him for a while. Wan Yi glanced at the long scratch on his arm, casually wiped away the blood, and spat: "Wan Sizong is useless himself, and the people he found are useless too."

The men in black remained silent for a moment, then all looked at the man with the frizzy hair.

Before any action could be taken, the roar of a car engine came from the opposite direction of the road. Without even looking, one could tell from the sound that a car was speeding towards them.

The car executed a beautiful tailspin, sliding directly from the opposite direction to the front of the van, almost scraping the van's front bumper, yet without damaging the van in the slightest.

The impressive driving skills only caught the attention of the frizzy-haired guy. He snapped his fingers at everyone, and they all rushed back to their cars.

Wan Yi said "Hey," quickly stepped forward, grabbed the man with the frizzy hair, and shouted angrily, "Come with me to see Master Wan."

Last time, he was caught off guard and was outmaneuvered by Wan Sizong, suffering a great loss but having no evidence to back down.

He thought he was holding on tight, but Zha Mao, contrary to his usual behavior, shook off his hand with almost no effort. After a half-second of stunned silence, Gu Nan got out of the car, took a step forward, and just separated him from Zha Mao.

Looking up again, only the rear of the three vans remained, speeding away.

"What happened?" Gu Nan examined his arm, her fingertips rubbing against the long trail of blood next to the wound. She was relieved to find it was just a scratch.

Wan Yi weighed the iron rod in his hand and said, "It's good that you reminded me to keep something for self-defense in the car."

Gu Nan stared at the iron rod for half a second, then casually tossed it into the passenger seat, clapped his hands, and asked, "Wan Sizong again?"

Wan Yi shrugged. Apart from the two troublesome members of the Wan family, he had no other enemies who were so blunt in wanting his life.

"Unfortunately, they got away. There's only surveillance footage at the intersection ahead, so there's no way to find them."

Gu Nan patted his back, then slid her hand down his arm and gently squeezed it to comfort him.

"Car broken down? Ride in my car...wait, what's this?"

Wan Yi followed her gaze and lowered his head.

Beside the wheel, a silver badge gleamed brightly in the sun.

Wan Yi rushed forward, picked up the badge from the ground without saying a word, held it up to his eyes and examined it carefully, a cold smile appearing on his lips: "A thing from the Wan Si Sect."

“Great, here’s some leverage,” Gu Nan snatched the badge and roughly shoved Wan Yi into the passenger seat. “Let’s go, let’s go get an explanation from him!”

The moment the door closed, a cold smile was perfectly concealed on his face.

Before she could walk around the front of the car, Wan Yi got out of the passenger seat, lowered his voice, and hesitated, saying, "I... I can go by myself."

"You go by yourself? And then get brushed off by Master Wan with just a few words?" Gu Nan kicked the 911's wheel, and shards of glass fell from the rear window.

"You've already smashed the car to pieces, and you're still trying to make excuses for Master Wan."

Wan Yi paused for a moment: "It's Wan Sizong, not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Nan interrupted him, presenting the stark reality in his face: "Do you really think that Master Wan didn't speak up for you last time because there was no solid evidence?"

"Nanbao".

Gu Nan: "Let someone come pick you up. You can swallow this, but I can't."

Before Wan Yi could speak, he cut him off: "If in your eyes, Master Wan is more important than me, I can ignore you."

Wan Yi remained silent, and Gu Nan got into the car.

The car brushed past Wan Yi, still displaying amazing driving skills. There was a red light at the intersection. Gu Nan took the badge in her palm and played with it, rubbing her fingertips against the raised surface of the badge. She felt comfortable, unsure if it was because the uneven surface had a massage effect.

The phone lit up briefly.

She glanced at it, a sinister and cruel smile playing on her lips.

There are 10 seconds left on the red light, enough time to type two words.

Thanks.

The person on the other end was a chatterbox: "What do you want Wan Sizong's badge for? Although it's a rare piece, its design and craftsmanship are completely unremarkable. If you like badges, you can tell me; I know a few friends who have badges that are far more valuable than this one."

An hour later, Gu Nan parked her car near Wan Jia's house. As she walked through the parking lot, she caught a glimpse of a familiar license plate number. Her brow furrowed, and she took out her phone from her pocket, automatically ignoring the long, rambling conversation.

[It's useful, but don't ruin my plans later.]

What do you mean? What could I possibly do to ruin your plans? You've come to the Wan family's house?

Gu Nan put away her phone and looked up to find several security guards staring at her.

She walked on by herself, her eyes darting around.

"Stop!" The gatekeeper held out his hand to stop him. "Master Wan has no guests today. Who are you looking for?"

Gu Nan crumpled the silver badge in her palm and played with it, giving it a lazy glance without saying a word.

The security guards exchanged glances, their expressions softening. "Wait a moment, I'll go first..."

Gu Nan interrupted, "You've misunderstood. I'm here to fight. If you don't mind, I can start fighting from the doorway."