Hearing his daughter’s voice, Ye Fei felt as if he had been struck a heavy blow.

The cold wind brushed past, but Ye Fei was calmer than he had ever been before.

It was just that his eyes, fierce as those of a tiger, were filled with raging anger.

"Wang Yan, if you dare to touch my child again!"

"I’ll make sure you’ll never see tomorrow’s sun!"

Wang Yan burst into loud laughter, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You’re negotiating terms with me?"

"Ye Fei, if you value your daughter’s life, come and find me immediately."

"If you’re even a moment too late, be careful your daughter might not survive!"

"Oh, and I did touch your daughter, what can you do about it?"

The sound of slapping echoed.

Wang Yan was hitting Little Ye left and right.

Then.

Dudu dudu...

The call was hung up.

The storm winds.

The storm winds were howling.

Ye Fei’s blood vessels were throbbing.

Boom!

A muffled sound came from the sky.

It seemed as if it was about to rain.

Meanwhile, on Wang Yan’s end.

Boom!

A clap of thunder sounded.

Wang Yan was startled and cursed.

"Sister Wang! Ye Fei is here!"

In the rain, a resolute shadow appeared in the darkness of the night.

Her subordinates surveyed the surroundings: "Sister Wang, he didn’t bring anyone!"

Wang Yan did not dare relax; after all, she had personally experienced Ye Fei’s skills.

"Stop right there!"

Wang Yan shouted loudly.

The two parties were far apart.

Ye Fei looked up.

There, Little Ye was tied to a chair.

Her face was swollen, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Tears had soaked her clothes; overwhelming sadness assaulted her.

"Daddy..."

Little Ye was having difficulty breathing.

But seeing her daddy arrive, she still managed a faint smile.

That smile was unbearably grim.

Ye Fei almost shattered his teeth from clenching them so hard.

Seeing his daughter suffer such mistreatment, a fury was burning in Ye Fei’s heart, threatening to engulf everything.

"Little Ye, don’t be afraid, Daddy’s here."

Upon hearing his voice, everyone couldn’t help but step back, frightened by Ye Fei.

Wang Yan laughed heartily, a knife already at Little Ye’s throat.

"Ye Fei, did you ever imagine you’d end up like this?"

But Ye Fei faced her with no fear, instead issuing a threat, "If you dare hurt a hair on my daughter’s head, I’ll make sure none of you are left with a trace!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan laughed uproariously: "You dog! With things as they are, you still act tough?"

Her accomplice, emboldened, said, "At this distance, no matter how tough you are, what can you do? Looking for mutual destruction? Unless you want to watch your daughter die!"

Ye Fei’s mouth curved upwards: "You think you’re worthy of talking about mutual destruction with me?"

After speaking, his murderous aura surged like a raging flood.

A bolt of lightning split the night sky.

Wang Yan and her henchmen all felt this overpowering murderous intent, causing their hearts to tremble.

But Wang Yan still forced herself to appear composed.

"What’s there to be afraid of! From such a distance, he can’t do anything! Besides, we have the upper hand!"

Saying so, Wang Yan grabbed Little Ye in her hands.

"Haha! Ye Fei! Today I’m going to trample all your dignity underfoot! Unless you don’t want this daughter!"

Wang Yan was still laughing when one of her men suddenly exclaimed: "Sister Yan! Ye Fei’s gone!"

Wang Yan focused her gaze, and indeed, he was.

Her laughter grew even louder: "Ran away? Hahahaha! He doesn’t even care about his own daughter? In the end, trash is still trash!"

But just as she finished speaking, a dark figure had already approached.