148: My precious son doesn't care about you

Wu Fan hurriedly called Tang Xiaorou, but no one answered.

He called Fei Wei instead, only to learn that something had happened to Tang Xiaorou and she had been kidnapped.

This was unacceptable.

He quickly got out of bed, preparing to head to the police station.

He knew in his heart that no one but Meng Haitao would kidnap Tang Xiaorou.

Bai Yan asked, "Brother Fan, what are you doing? Why the rush?"

Wu Fan said while putting on his clothes, "A friend of mine is missing, I need to go to the police station."

Bai Yan sat up, "What happened?"

Wu Fan was already heading for the door, "I'll tell you when I have time next. Bye."

Before Bai Yan could answer, he opened the door and was gone.

He drove straight to the police station and shared his suspicions with the officers.

But the police did not believe him at all, saying, "Verbal statements are not proof; we rely on evidence."

No matter how hard Wu Fan tried, it was completely useless. He felt helpless and could only temporarily leave the police station to devise another plan.

He called Grass Chicken to inquire about the detailed sequence of events, which only strengthened his conviction that Meng Haitao was the primary suspect.

After pondering for a moment, he drove to Dao Yun Group.

Meng Xianglong did not look pleased when he saw Wu Fan.

After all, he had lost face in front of Wu Fan during the last car contracting deal, and he had held a grudge ever since.

"Wu Fan, my son is an adult. Why would I have the time to worry about his exact whereabouts?"

Meng Xianglong's reply was dismissive.

Wu Fan spoke seriously and frankly, "President Meng, if you don't keep your only son in check, it will cause problems for your entire Group in the future."

Meng Xianglong was enraged, "Wu Fan, who do you think you are? Did you come here to lecture me? I know my own son perfectly well, and it's not your place to spout nonsense."

"If you have nothing further to discuss, please leave."

He immediately ordered Wu Fan out.

Deep down, he was actually quite worried about Meng Haitao.

He understood that his good-for-nothing son had caused him endless trouble since childhood.

However, he was a respected entrepreneur in Island City, and he would not allow anyone else to criticize his son.

Furthermore, no matter what mistakes Meng Haitao made, he only wanted to find a way to conceal them; outsiders absolutely must not know.

He still cared about his reputation.

Before leaving, Wu Fan turned back and delivered a threat, "If you are unwilling to cooperate in disciplining him, then we can let the People's Government take care of his education."

Upon hearing this, Meng Xianglong stood up instantly in a rage, "Guards!"

Immediately, about ten burly bodyguards rushed out from the adjacent room.

They instantly blocked the doorway.

Wu Fan stopped and turned back, "President Meng, what is the meaning of this?"

Meng Xianglong spoke coldly, "My son was beaten by you last time, and I haven't settled that debt yet. You voluntarily delivered yourself here today and dared to speak disrespectfully. If I don't teach you a lesson, do you truly believe our Dao Yun Group is so easily bullied?"

Wu Fan's expression remained unchanged. He rubbed his hands, his eyes carrying a hint of cold arrogance, "President Meng, are you sure you want to start a fight? Don't regret it later."

Meng Xianglong laughed heartily, "Wu Fan, what gall. You are already surrounded, yet you still dare to speak wildly. You truly do not know your place."

Wu Fan shot a frigid glance at Meng Xianglong, "I'll give you one chance: tell them to get lost."

Meng Xianglong snorted coldly and smashed the teacup to pieces, "What are you standing around for? Beat him half to death!"

"Bang..."

"Crack..."

"Ah..."

A series of piercing noises instantly erupted.

A few minutes later, Wu Fan stood tall and proud, while the floor was littered with people lying haphazardly.

Groans and wails filled the air.

There were dislocated arms, gushing nosebleeds, missing front teeth, eyes swollen into panda eyes, and dislocated wrists... One by one, the large, burly bodyguards who had been so majestic, arrogant, and completely dismissive of Wu Fan were all transformed into crippled, defeated soldiers.

Meng Xianglong had initially been sitting in his executive chair, leisurely sipping tea.

He was one hundred percent certain that Wu Fan would be thoroughly beaten this time.

This was undoubtedly true.

But after a few minutes, he looked up and realized the situation was completely beyond his expectation.

The bodyguards he hired for several thousand yuan a month were all lying on the floor.

How could this be possible?

Over ten men couldn't take down one person? Was he hallucinating?

He rubbed his eyes, utterly dumbfounded.

Wu Fan clapped his hands, watching Meng Xianglong, "Do you have any more bodyguards?"

Meng Xianglong was speechless, completely unsure how to respond.

Wu Fan took a few steps closer, looking at Meng Xianglong with icy eyes, "I was in a hurry just now and forgot something important. Give me your phone."

Meng Xianglong fearfully took a step back.

Wu Fan was too strong; he was practically superhuman.

He asked tremblingly, "What do you want my phone for?"

Wu Fan reached out his hand, "Hurry up, stop wasting time, or I'll twist your neck off."

Meng Xianglong touched the few remaining strands of hair on his head and handed over the phone.

Seeing Wu Fan's murderous gaze and then looking at the pile of useless men lying on the ground, he was truly terrified.

Wu Fan did not take it, "Unlock it."

Meng Xianglong unlocked it with trembling hands.

Only then did Wu Fan take the phone, find Meng Haitao's number, and dial it.

Meng Haitao was currently still asleep; he had kidnapped Tang Xiaorou last night and had barely slept a wink.

"Hello, Dad, what's going on?"

Wu Fan sneered, "Son, where are you?"

Meng Haitao was groggy and, noticing the unfamiliar voice, asked, "Who are you?"

Wu Fan stopped beating around the bush, "Where did you take Tang Xiaorou?"

Meng Haitao was stunned for a moment, "Wu Fan?"

"I'm asking you a question!"

Meng Haitao sneered, "What Tang Xiaorou? I don't know what you're talking about. Why are you using my father's phone?"

Wu Fan warned, "Don't lay a finger on Tang Xiaorou. If anything happens to her, your father won't fare well either."

Meng Haitao finally understood, "Wu Fan, you've kidnapped my father?"

Wu Fan glanced at Meng Xianglong, reached out, grabbed him by the neck, and dragged him closer, "Say hello to your precious son."

Wu Fan's grip on Meng Xianglong's neck was painful. His voice trembled, "A-Tao..."

Wu Fan shoved Meng Xianglong aside, "Meng Haitao, tell me quickly, where is Tang Xiaorou?"

Meng Haitao gave a lecherous chuckle, "Wu Fan, don't think I'll be afraid of you just because you control my father. The Old Man is old, and I don't care if he lives or dies."

"Your Tang Xiaorou is different, though. She has soft skin, tender flesh, and is plump and sexy. I'll enjoy her properly with my brothers first, then you can wait and cry."

He actually hung up the phone with a "snap..."

Wu Fan was so angry that his entire body shook.

He threw Meng Xianglong's phone onto the table and spoke coldly.

"Your precious son is very filial. He said he doesn't care whether you live or die. What is your opinion?"

Upon hearing this, sadness instantly flashed in Meng Xianglong's eyes...