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With this call of 'brother', Third Young Master Ye suddenly clenched his fists and his veins throbbed. Despite that, he still wore an elegant and charming smile that was overbearing. "When shit hits the fan and you panic, you can never be too sure whether those antics will save you!"

Cheng Anya was a little baffled. A lot of things happened in the past two days, and the situation was starting to clear. With a clear victory in sight, even the President of the United States could not change the situation.

Every country has its laws, which along with public opinion would not allow Louis to bring back MBS International from the dead. Whether Third Young Master Ye stopped did not matter.

A period of time was needed to regain consumer confidence. How could Louis, who would immensely struggle to re-establish corporate image, be so confident?

Cheng Anya secretly pondered and had a bad omen. While she could not quite describe it clearly, it stifled her. As she looked up, she saw Louis' emerald gaze sweep past her.

Whilst it seemed intentional, it also seemed unintentional. Louis' gaze then landed on Third Young Master Ye. Cheng Anya, however, felt as though a cold and venomous snake crawled past her chest. A confident, sinister, and insidious Louis was undoubtedly fear-inspiring.

"I didn't expect your hatred to be this tenacious." Louis smiled as he slightly winked. "Would you believe if I told you that I would be the ultimate victor?"

He was to the point and did not beat around the bush. It seemed as though success was an arm's reach and he was unstoppable. Like the ruler of the world, he would not tolerate any defiance.

Third Young Master Ye coldly smiled. How could he still talk tough despite his circumstances? No man could stand their ego bring insulted this way, no? Third Young Master Ye, from the onset, was not of the opinion that Louis could save MBS International. If he was able to salvage MBS International, that collapsed tower, in two days, he would kowtow to him.

The question hence went, 'Do you have that charisma to pull that off?'

"With MBS International in tatters and Ye Zhenhua ruined, I do not believe that he can still call the shots. If I were a bit more vicious, he would spend the rest of his life behind bars. I guess that he's lost the will to live and will probably kick the bucket in the next two days. Him kicking the bucket would be an utter shame as I want him to live and see how I exact my revenge. Louis, as for you, you will be the next to fall after Ye Zhenhua!" Third Young Master Ye had a malicious and insidious gaze. His hatred for Ye Yukun was no less than Ye Zhenhua, perhaps even more.

But Louis had a massive Mafia, so taking him down would not be easy. He had to plan for the longer term and take down Ye Zhenhua first. Whoever was more senior would receive their retribution first.

After enduring many years of torture and humiliation, he would not allow him to get away scot-free.

"Whatever Third Young Master Ye wants to do will be done, but I will suggest that you do not overestimate your strength to avoid a double loss." Louis gently smiled. It was as though his sinister gaze was their wrong perception.

As he recovered his melancholic prince temperament, people could feel that feigning was such a piece of cake.

"If you are able to, save the talk." Third Young Master Ye coldly smiled without emotion. The encounter today was indeed coincidental as Third Young Master Ye had no intention to run into Ye Yukun. As MBS International's fate hung in the balance, it would be better if the heads of the warring factions did not meet, lest people misunderstand that reconciliation was imminent.

"I am not shooting out of my mouth. You will know what awaits you." Louis smiled.

Since they had little about the situation to talk about, Third Young Master Ye coldly smiled and brought Cheng Anya away. To waste time talking to Louis was wholly unnecessary.

As Louis coldly smiled behind them, Cheng Anya felt uneasy. She felt that his searing gaze had burned a hole in her and left her weirdly uncomfortable. Her heart was in trepidation.

"Do you think Louis really has leverage against you?" Cheng Anya asked worryingly in the car.

"Unless he plays extremely dirty, MBS International is pretty much gone. Whatever he can pull off now will not stop MBS International's capitulation, and the only thing he can do is to force me to stop," Third Young Master Ye replied in a deep and very cold voice.

What was Louis the best at? Intimidation and bribery, and that was about it. While these dirty tricks were really effective from time to time, anybody who gave somebody else leverage over themselves could not be spared.

And his weakness…

Third Young Master Ye tilted his head and looked at Cheng Anya. He suddenly grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her toward himself. He leaned over and kissed her lips forcefully. As his buckled seat belt was making him uncomfortable, Third Young Master Ye released his seatbelt and pressed half his body against Cheng Anya as he kissed her forcefully.

With Cheng Anya within his reach and him also able to smell her scent, he looked up to see her every facial expression and that put Third Young Master Ye's heart largely at ease. He would protect her as well as he could.

He would not allow Louis to have the slightest chance.

As Cheng Anya and Third Young Master Ye just hit the road, Cheng Anya received a call from an unknown number. Tucking her lips, she picked up the call. "Hi, this is Cheng Anya."

There was some silence on the other end of the call, and Cheng Anya thought that the other party had made a wrong call. "If I do not hear you, I will hang up," she said plainly.

"Wait… Anya—no, Miss Cheng. I need to speak to you." The baritone at the other end did not sound like a young person. "Who are you? How did you have my number?" Cheng Anya frowned.

As the person sounded relatively unfamiliar, Cheng Anya became suspicious.

"I am the butler of the Ye family. I…"

"Oh, are you looking for Ye Chen?" Cheng Anya heard him stammer and could not help but ask. She was long aware of Ye Zhenhua's hospitalization and hearsay had it that the Ye family's butler was still pretty nice to him. He was also the only person in the Ye family who was decent. Cheng Anya secretly wondered whether he was looking for Ye Chen to get him to visit Ye Zhenhua.

If Ah Chen went to the hospital, Ye Zhenhua would end up dying earlier.

"No, I am looking for you," Chen De said. "I am not sure if it's convenient for Miss Cheng to make time for a meeting."

"Could we discuss this over the phone?" Subconsciously, Cheng Anya wanted no involvement with the Ye family. Hearsay had it that the butler followed Ye Zhenhua since his youth. With decades of friendship to boot, he was extremely loyal toward Ye Zhenhua.

"Let's talk when we meet. There are very important things I would like to talk to you in person."

Cheng Anya could not make up her mind and had doubts in her heart. What could that Ye family butler look for her about? Apart from Ye Zhenhua's hospitalization, she had nothing else to talk to him about.

"Who was that?" Third Young Master Ye asked.

"The Ye family's butler. He said he has something to talk to me about," Cheng Anya replied honestly. As the traffic junction ahead was a red light, Third Young Master Ye stopped the car and grabbed Cheng Anya's cell phone. "Uncle Chen, it's me. What are you looking for her for? If it's about that old man, save your effort," he said in a deep tone.

Although Third Young Master Ye sounded cold, he was still polite and did not sound aggressive. When he returned to the Ye family, Chen De was already serving the Ye family. When Ye Yutang and Ye Yukun bullied him, only Chen De gave him food to eat. He also told little Third Young Master Ye that he would be able to push back when he grew up. When he cried in those days, only the butler told him that men do not easily shed tears.

If he weren't that loyal to Ye Zhenhua, Third Young Master Ye would have long tried to turn Chen De to his side.

He was very grateful for this old butler.

Which explained why he called him 'Uncle Chen' instead of his full name.

Chen De was a little taken aback that Third Young Master would be with Cheng Anya. "Third Young Master, don't be too worried. It's a private matter that I would like to speak to Miss Cheng about. It has nothing to do with Third Young Master," Chen De said after awkward laughter.

"What's this 'private matter' that you have to speak to Anya about?" Third Young Master Ye was determined to find out the root of the matter. He believed that Chen De and Cheng Anya could not be related in any way, so why was he looking for Cheng Anya at this juncture?"

Most importantly, he did not want to make the slightest mistake given how tense situations were.

Wait. Chen De…

Wasn't Lin Xiaoyue's husband called Chen De?

Third Young Master Ye was slightly taken aback and suddenly turned to look at Cheng Anya with a shred of doubt in his gaze. "Uncle Chen, I'll bring her to wherever you would like to meet her."

"Third Young Master, would it be okay if I have a word with Miss Cheng alone?"

"Uncle Chen, don't worry. As we are on the way, and given Louis's frequent actions, I am afraid that Anya might meet with a mishap. If you would like to speak to Anya alone, I'll sit out the meeting."

"Okay then!" Chen De gave an address and Third Young Master Ye acknowledged the address before ending the call.

"Why did you decide for me? I don't even know him," Miss Cheng said. "While you do not know him, he might know you." Third Young Master Ye smiled plainly.

"What do you mean?" Cheng Anya was baffled at the indirect answer.

"You will know later."

"Surely you know something, right?" Cheng Anya became suspicious.

"Probably. I am not too sure too." Third Young Master Ye smiled plainly. "Things are surely unexpected…"

It seemed that the decades of tangled relations had implicated many.

But, why was Chen De so faithful toward Ye Zhenhua?

He really could not understand that.

If he was indeed dear Anya's grandfather, then it was afraid…

At the range, Louis was practicing his shooting. It had been a long time since he hit the range and was getting rusty. Very few knew that the godfather of the Italian Mafia was an excellent shooter.

All three shots landed in the center of the bull's-eye of a life-like human-shaped target.

Apart from Louis, who was practicing his shooting coolly, there was nobody else on the range. Louis fired shots, which accurately nailed their targets. At this moment, Mo Ye appeared from the corner. The atmosphere froze over.

Louis could tell from the atmosphere who had arrived.

"Are you ready?" Louis coldly asked. Mo Ye acknowledge and coldly said, "Anytime."

"Excellent!" Louis coldly sniggered in happiness and anticipation. "You have made up your mind?" Mo Ye asked coldly and indifferently.

"Why not?" Louis coldly smiled. Mo Ye did not respond, but a snigger flashed past the corner of his lips and disappeared. When one ran out of tricks and made their last stand, how many could be as lucky as Xiang Yu and achieved that breakthrough?

The few amongst the few.

"How is Mo Jue's injury?" Louis asked.

"He's recovered!"

"Perfect!" Louis smiled as he conveniently picked up a gun from the other side and fired three times. The human-shaped target instantly shattered.

While it would be best to get his hands on Cheng Anya, the alternative…

Would be that target.

Utter decimation!