"Xiao Liu!" Yan Qing'an narrowed her eyes and called out softly to the figure hidden in the shadows.
"Brother Yan, Xiao Liu is a mercenary that Grandpa hired. He's said to be incredibly skilled, and he even carries a gun!" Yan Jianwei cautiously reminded him from the side.
Yan Qing'an gripped his cane tightly and slammed it on the ground several times. He glared fiercely at Yan Jianwei and said through gritted teeth, "You ungrateful traitor! Do you think he'll let you off easily after you poisoned his father?"
In fact, Yan Ziyan already knew who this person had been lurking in the room, but he didn't expose them directly.
Just then, a lithe young man emerged from the shadows.
He wore a gray vest and cargo pants, his well-defined muscles radiating a powerful aura. His eyes were cold and ruthless, seemingly containing endless cruelty.
Most importantly, he was gripping a gun tightly in his hand, leaning slightly forward, the dark muzzle pointed directly at Yan Ziyan's forehead, as if the slightest movement of his finger would pull the trigger and the bullet would mercilessly pierce Yan Ziyan's head.
Yan Huai'an had already quietly left the chaotic scene in the living room and found an inconspicuous corner to observe secretly.
When he saw Yan Ziyan being pointed at the head by a gun, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
However, Yan Jianwei looked conflicted, unable to bring himself to plead with his grandfather on Yan Ziyan's behalf. He was filled with inner turmoil and struggle, unsure how to face the situation before him.
"Xiao Liu, open the gun!" Yan Qing'an's eyes were icy cold, devoid of any warmth, and his expression was so indifferent that it sent chills down one's spine.
With the crisp sound of a gunshot, everyone naturally assumed it was all over. They were convinced that Yan Ziyan was definitely dead this time!
However, the truth was astonishing. Yan Ziyan dodged the whistling bullet with ease and then rushed towards Xiao Liu, who had fired the shot, like a whirlwind.
With just one move, Yan Ziyan swiftly and decisively knocked Xiao Liu to the ground. Then, he stomped heavily on the man's body and said arrogantly, "Who else? Come on, anyone who's got the guts!"
"You! You! How is this possible? Did you get injected with the Wang family's latest vaccine?" Yan Qing'an was astonished, finding it hard to believe the powerful martial arts Yan Ziyan had suddenly displayed.
"Third Grandfather, how could you so cruelly kill your own family? Have you forgotten the Yan family precepts?" Yan Ziyan stared at the nearly 100-year-old man opposite him, his heart filled with confusion and bewilderment.
However, when he thought about it again, he realized that the Yan family's current wealth and status, just considering their liquid assets alone, amounted to tens of billions! Not to mention their enormous fixed assets.
Moreover, the numerous politicians who have graduated from Peking University over the years have undoubtedly brought endless glory to the Yan family. Indeed, money and power often lure people into the abyss of crime.
Back then, this third grandfather was also a pillar of the family, but now he has become so greedy for fame and fortune, and unscrupulous!
"Hmph! What are these so-called family precepts? Over the years, I have devoted myself to running the family business with all my heart and soul, only to have to hand everything over to you, the second branch of the family. And we, the third branch, can only eke out a living in your shadow."
Despite being nearly a hundred years old, Yan Qing'an remains sharp-minded and speaks eloquently.
“I have already called the police. From now on, your branch will be completely separated from the Yan family. From now on, you will have no further connection with the Yan family.”
Yan Ziyan said impatiently, he really didn't want to listen to the person in front of him talking about those convoluted things anymore, he would rather go back to the East Mountain of Yangjia Village and cultivate properly.
"Call the police! How dare you call the police!"
Yan Qing'an stared wide-eyed at Yan Ziyan in disbelief, a malicious smile spreading across her face: "Fine, since you were the one who acted unjustly first, don't blame me for being ruthless. Hmph, let me tell you, you won't get the antidote to cure your father from me!"
As Yan Qing'an finished speaking, a noise came from the doorway.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Yunzhi, supported by the butler, strode steadily into the living room of the Yan family villa. His complexion was rosy and radiant, showing no signs of having been bedridden for a long time.
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
Yan Qing'an's hands trembled uncontrollably as he muttered to himself. Perhaps suddenly remembering something, he turned and stared fiercely at Yan Jianwei, convinced that this kid must have ruined things because of his soft heart.
However, when Yan Jianwei looked at Yan Yunzhi, who was standing perfectly fine and upright in the living room, he didn't know whether to show relaxation or tension on his face.
In contrast, Yan Huai'an appeared even more pathetic. When he saw that the head of the Yan family was unharmed, he curled up into a ball, as if he wished he could dig a hole and escape immediately.
"Third Uncle, you really have let down the name Grandpa gave you!" Yan Yunzhi's tone was full of disappointment and anger.
"The victor is king, the loser is villain, what's there to say! Humph!" Yan Qing'an closed her eyes tightly, looking like she was at the mercy of others.
Soon, the members of the third branch of the Yan family left the scene under police escort. Yan Ziyan watched their departing figures, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He turned and walked towards his father, Yan Yunzhi, his eyes gleaming with joy.
"Dad, don't go easy on me this time. Your son almost didn't make it back!" Yan Ziyan recalled the dangers and difficulties he had experienced recently, and his heart was filled with resentment towards those who had hurt him and his family.
Looking at his healthy son, Yan Yunzhi finally felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.
He gently patted Yan Ziyan's shoulder and sighed with emotion: "Alas, your grandfather entrusted me to take good care of your third grandfather back then, but unfortunately I still failed to do so..." A trace of guilt and helplessness appeared in his eyes.
Yan Ziyan understood his father's feelings; he knew that this matter was a heavy blow to the entire family.
He held his father's hand tightly and said firmly, "Dad, let bygones be bygones. We must look forward and believe that the future will be better."
Yan Yunzhi nodded, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes. He knew his son had grown up and was capable of shouldering the responsibilities and mission of the family.
“Xiao Yan, you should visit the Jiang family when you have time. Your third grandfather, together with the Wang family, is putting pressure on the Jiang family. I imagine they are not having an easy time either.”
Yan Ziyan nodded and promised to go to the Jiang family's house first thing tomorrow morning to check on the situation.
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