Chapter 17: Blackmail

  It was something that Han Yu had brought along as a lifesaver, so it wouldn't be just this little bit.

  On the screen, Fang Wenshan and that charming young woman started to get busy with real guns. Next to them, a strange voice seemed to be commenting: "Moving, moving."

  His son stared with wide eyes, and indeed the two people in the picture had already kissed. However, the next moment the two people's traces disappeared from the screen.

  "Hurry up and move the camera, they're going to bed!" The voice became excited, his son rolled his eyes, seemingly seeing the opponent's face full of excitement and redness.

  He couldn't help but feel a little sad for Fang's small sorrow, and then the scene moved on, quickly locking onto the two people on the bed.

  Outside, the cold wind was howling, but inside the house was full of spring-like atmosphere. It seemed that the air conditioner had been turned on, so the two were very passionate. Before long, the gentle and soft young woman was stripped naked like a little lamb, her white skin exuding a soft and fluffy aura.

  And that man, our Director Fang Wenshan, was constantly kissing her. All the way down, chest, abdomen, and even lower...

  His son narrowed his eyes slightly, a sly and expectant smile spreading from the corners of his mouth.

  That proud voice sounded again: "What a sharp tongue, use some force, hehe, right, press his head down and don't let him get up..."

  His son's smile on his face suddenly stiffened, and he burst out laughing. What the hell is there to explain?

  …

  The battle has ended, but the recording continues. His son saw a black figure, very agile, falling from the rooftop, shaking off rope-like things, appearing in an ordinary alley, looking at the back shadow should be Han Yu.

  His son's mouth corner revealed a faint smile, just about to turn off the screen, suddenly heard the voice that had been explaining all along, he seemed to savor it for a moment, and lightly praised: "Unexpectedly, our Director Fang, has such good eloquence, tsk tsk!"

  "That guy wasn't also messing around for half an hour?"

  His son seemed to have seen a lecherous man, disdainfully curled his lip and sneered in response: "If it were you, having just entered the scenic area for a few minutes, they would charge you for half an hour, saying you had been strolling outside for over twenty minutes, would you be willing?"

  "How can you count on the outside?"

  "That voice hummed: 'Our Director Fang's half an hour is calculated like this.'"

  His son couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing. Compared to Director Fang's performance, the commentator was even more brilliant.

  He turned off the screen and laughed for a while before quietly thinking about how to use this thing given by Han Yu.

  "Hello, is Director Fang there?" In the midst of a sky filled with red clouds, his son stood by the window and dialed Director Fang's phone number.

  "His son, if it's about that old fellow from your hometown, don't mention it again. It's not that I'm refuting you, but he offended someone he shouldn't have, and even I won't be able to protect him! You should understand this rule, right?" Fang Wenshan said slowly and calmly over the phone in an official tone.

  If it were in the past, his son would have accompanied him with care, but now he just smiled disdainfully and said lightly: "Of course I understand the rules, but I have something here that Director Fang might be interested in."

  He felt a surge of confidence in his tone, and the person on the other end seemed to furrow their brow, before slowly saying: "Oh, what thing?"

  "Once you see her, you'll understand, and who knows, you might even change your mind." His son said with a smile.

  "Good!" Fang Wenshan was no fool, he just thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

  "See you at Xiangshan Coffee House!" His son said before hanging up the phone.

  Fang Wenshan on the other end of the phone was taken aback by the busy tone, and slammed the phone onto the table, his face looking terrifying.

  He didn't know what his son was interested in, but he understood the threat hidden in those casual words.

  "Could it be that I have fallen into Yang Kaiyu's hands?" Fang Wenshan slightly furrowed his brow, he hadn't expected that his son would become a key figure in his heart, and as for Yang Kaiyu, he didn't even take him seriously.

  What's more, it was a dog raised by Yang Kaiyu?

  He thought for a moment and then suddenly called in Wang Qiang, giving him some low-voiced instructions.

  Wang Qiang nodded and turned around to leave. Fang Wenshan then smiled coldly, put on his coat and stood up.

  He was very curious, just a dog, how dare he bare his teeth and glare at him?

  His son was also sneering. He slowly copied the things he had just seen into a U disk, and then hid the original given to him by Han Yu in a safe corner.

  This thing can save Han Yu's life, but only if it doesn't get out, otherwise, he might die even faster, and so will I.

  So his son was very careful, then he checked several times, and only after making sure it was safe did he go out.

  Xiangshan Coffee House, located in the middle of Cultural Road, although it is situated in a bustling area, there are still not many customers during ordinary times. After all, a cup of coffee costs more than 20 yuan, which is not worthwhile for most people in the county town.

  What's more, it's extremely bitter and hardly anyone can stand it.

  Apart from those fashionable so-called successful people, there are also young couples who occasionally come to indulge in luxury. As the number of customers is usually small, it's quite quiet and a good place for conversation.

  And his son is also one of those young people who rarely like drinking coffee, so he chose this place.

  "It's his son." The gatekeeper saw it was his son and immediately smiled and opened the door for him.

  He nodded slightly and walked over to a seat by the window. The waiter came over and said softly, "Mr. Qi, still ice but no sugar?"

  "Prepare another cup of bitter coffee!" His son said with a smile, and the waiter immediately went down and soon brought two cups of coffee over. At this time, Fang Wenshan happened to push open the door and walk in.

  He looked to be in his late thirties, with fair skin and neatly combed hair. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his son and walked directly over, sitting down across from him.

  "Wow, you can find this place, I didn't think you had such good taste!" Fang Wenshan smiled and picked up the coffee in front of him, took a sip, and nodded: "Hmm, it's authentic."

  His son smiled and stirred his coffee in front of him, saying softly: "I don't know what flavor you like, so I got you a cup of bitter coffee!"

  "Bitter coffee is fine," Fang Wenshan said lightly, blowing on his cup without looking up. "Speak, what brings you to me?"

  He took a light sip, it was very bitter, but after the bitterness there was a faint hint of fragrance.

  His son took out a player and slowly pushed it in front of Fang Wenshan, without saying a word, silently sipping his coffee.

  Fang Wenshan took a look at it for a while, then put down the player, his expression didn't change much, but his eyes flashed with cold light.

  He sipped his coffee for a while before saying, "It seems I underestimated you."

  His son shook his head slightly and said faintly, "You don't have it, I don't have the ability to discover this secret."

  "Is that young man named Han Yu?"

  His son didn't answer but instead asked: "Can he be exchanged for?"

  Fang Wenshan's face flickered with uncertainty, although his son had only taken half of it, but this was enough to bring him down. Of course, if he could take down his son, Han Yu in prison would be dead for sure, and as long as he found the original, he would be safe and sound.

  After all, he is the director of a county public security bureau. Let him put his own fate in someone else's hands, and he absolutely won't agree.

  At this thought, the cold light in Fang Wenshan's eyes gradually turned into a fierce killing intent. However, he didn't reveal anything and continued to drink his coffee silently, as if lost in thought.

  His son, however, seemed to have guessed his thoughts and smiled lightly, saying faintly: "Director Fang, you're a clever person, you should know that since I dared to come, I've already left a backhand. With your identity, it's unlikely that you'll perish with us, isn't it?"

  Fang Wenshan put down his coffee and said faintly, "How do I know he won't regret it after he comes out?"

  "Offending you, apart from making us die faster, what other benefits are there?" His son said with a light smile. He was not afraid that the other party would not agree, because in the eyes of the other party, their two lives were far less important than that powerful position.

  "I want to see the original of this thing first." Fang Wenshan's face finally turned iron blue.

  His son smiled and said: "Let him go first."

  Fang Wenshan glared at him fiercely and looked outside: "Wait until tomorrow."

  His son nodded and said with a smile: "Alright, but Director Fang, I hope my little brother won't end up with a bruised face and missing limbs."

  "Fang Wenshan sneered: 'That depends on his fate.'"

  His son's eyes suddenly turned cold, with a chilling gaze staring at Fang Wenshan: "As the saying goes, a mediocre man gets angry, and blood splatters within five steps. Director Fang, I think your words just now were mocking me for not being even a mediocre man!"

  Not enough to be a reckless husband, not enough to be bold and passionate, not enough to dare to die together! This is a threat, **a naked threat!**

  How dare his son threaten him? Is he even worthy of threatening him? Fang Wenshan's eyebrows furrowed, staring tightly at his son for a moment before suddenly feeling somewhat deflated. Although he was unwilling to admit it, the other party was indeed threatening him, and with what they had in their hands, they had the qualifications to do so.

  Fang Wenshan nodded and sneered: "I didn't expect that you're also a big shot."

  "It's too much praise," his son said calmly: "I just have the blood of a common man."

  "Tomorrow, I'll send someone over to you!" Fang Wenshan patted a hundred-yuan bill out of his wallet and stood up.

  "Director Fang, I'm treating today," his son kindly reminded him.

  Fang Wenshan surprisingly showed a smile on his face, and his tone also returned to its usual state: "You little guy's performance today has already qualified me to treat you. When I have time, I'll set up a table at the Ronghua Hotel for you brothers, and I'll be the host."

  After finishing speaking, he walked out without looking back.

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