Urban Villain: The Game of Wealth and Women

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{Chapter: 291 Lure the snake out of the cave! Returning home!}

His head was mostly wrapped in white gauze, hiding the grotesque aftermath of a bullet wound that had changed the course of his life.

A bandage covered where his left ear used to be. His left eye was patched over with gauze. The symmetry of his once-handsome face had been annihilated. What remained was a shadow of the man who used to take pride in his looks.

Ye Feng now looked like a survivor of war, or worse, a vengeful specter.

His charm, his confidence, his youthful arrogance—everything had been obliterated in an instant.

The bullet fired by Lin Yuan had not only destroyed a part of Ye Feng's skull—it had taken away his entire identity.

His passion for chasing women, his pride in his appearance, his reputation as a rising star in the mercenary world… all gone.

Gone in the flash of a muzzle.

Were it not for the intervention of his master—a highly skilled recluse who emerged from seclusion just to save him—Ye Feng might not even be alive.

Even now, he bore the consequences daily. The Chen family's hospitality, the faint respect still afforded to him—it was all thanks to his master's prestige, not his own merits.

He knew it well.

Aside from Chen Meng, who had once saved his life and still treated him with some form of dignity, the rest of the Chen family regarded him with a cold indifference. At best, they tolerated him. At worst, they avoided him entirely.

Ye Feng harbored a hatred for Lin Yuan that had long since passed the boundaries of rationality.

That shot—one shot—had plunged him into hell.

But Ye Feng had changed.

The recklessness and brash confidence of his youth had burned away in the crucible of trauma. After watching Gu Qingshan die and experiencing the brink of death himself, Ye Feng had become more calculating, more restrained.

Still, even in the darkest quiet of night, the thought of Lin Yuan ignited flames in his chest.

Nightmares often plagued him. Visions of that cold barrel aimed at his face. The deafening bang. The void.

He was deep in thought when Chen Meng's voice called him back.

"Xiao Feng! Are you all right?"

Ye Feng blinked, his single eye refocusing. He nodded stiffly. "I'm fine, Uncle Chen. I was just… thinking."

Chen Meng nodded, his expression slightly more relaxed.

"So, about the Lin family—what should our next move be?" he asked again.

There was a subtle change in his tone—one of curiosity and approval.

In fact, Chen Meng found himself more satisfied with the current version of Ye Feng. The old Ye Feng had been bold, too quick to act, too unwilling to leverage his connections.

But the man before him now, wounded yet calculating, scarred yet sharp—he was no longer just a reckless youth.

He was becoming something else entirely.

A weapon forged in pain.

A blade yearning to strike.

And perhaps, the very tool Chen Meng now needed in his ongoing war against the Lin family.

After suffering such a devastating and life-altering blow, Ye Feng underwent a profound transformation. He was no longer the impulsive, hot-blooded young man he once was. Instead, he had become noticeably more reserved, measured, and rational in his actions. The pain and trauma had carved out a new version of him—one that calculated before he acted, one that embraced strategy over brute force.

More importantly, Ye Feng finally began to leverage the many personal connections he had built over the years. His master—an influential figure whose name carried significant weight—along with a few other reclusive experts, had stepped out from behind the curtain to support him, even if only briefly.

Although his master had since returned to seclusion after helping to heal his grievous wounds, the impact of his involvement had left a lasting impression. His reputation alone was enough to lend Ye Feng and the Chen family a powerful advantage in their power plays against the Lin family.

Of course, Chen Meng wasn't about to speak of these matters openly to Ye Feng. There were things better left unsaid, even between trusted allies.

In the days that followed, Ye Feng didn't waste his second chance at life. He had presented a series of pragmatic and well-thought-out suggestions on how to dismantle the Lin family's power structure—ideas that had earned Chen Meng's respect.

The Chen family's original plan, a meticulous web of schemes, had been developed over time through countless discussions between Chen Meng, other senior family members, and Ye Feng himself. At the center of this grand operation was Chen Qu, their most prized hidden chess piece embedded deep within the Lin family.

But now, with Chen Qu exposed and eliminated, the entire strategy had collapsed like a house of cards.

The most critical piece of their infiltration had been snatched away in a single, brutal move.

Without that inner leverage, it was impossible to execute their grand design—like trying to live in a castle built in the sky. Beautiful to dream about, but impossible to realize.

All that remained was to regroup and revise the plan.

After a moment of contemplation, Ye Feng finally broke the silence. "Since the first strategy has failed completely, our only realistic option left is to apply direct pressure on the Lin family. We have to force them to react. After all, the Lin family is like a giant in Jiangbei—untouchable without calculated steps."

"Without Chen Qu embedded on the inside, trying to destroy the Lin Group head-on is too ambitious. The odds are simply stacked against us."

"My suggestion," Ye Feng continued, his tone steady, "is to lure the snake out of its hole. We begin by targeting Lin Yuan's individual businesses. On his own, Lin Yuan doesn't yet have the strength to take us head-on. If we exert enough pressure on his enterprises, he'll be forced to respond personally. And once the Lin family intervenes on his behalf... that's when we'll strike the main body."

Chen Meng tapped his fingers on the armrest of his chair, deep in thought. Ye Feng's proposal made sense.

Previously, his confidence in their plan's success came largely from having Chen Qu on the inside—someone who could manipulate the Lin Group from within while they attacked from without. That combination gave them the edge.

Now that Chen Qu was gone, that edge had dulled significantly.

Even though the Chen family's roots in Jiangbei were older and deeper than those of the Lin family, going in without any internal support was akin to walking into a war without armor. They could bring down a thousand enemies but would suffer eight hundred casualties themselves in the process.

Such a pyrrhic victory was far from ideal.

However, Ye Feng's idea of targeting Lin Yuan first—attacking his own power base—offered a different approach. It might just work.

Was Ye Feng's hatred toward Lin Yuan fueling this strategy? That was a possibility Chen Meng could not ignore.

But then again, in matters of this scale, sentimentality was dangerous. Emotional decisions could bring down even the mightiest of families. Only through cold, calculated logic could they stand a chance of achieving victory.

Yet when Chen Meng looked at Ye Feng, even through the layers of bandages that covered half his face, he could see that Ye Feng's reasoning was rooted in logic, not emotion. This wasn't about revenge alone. This was war.

After a few more seconds of thought, Chen Meng finally nodded. "Alright. What you said makes sense. We'll target Lin Yuan's businesses first. That will force him out of his comfort zone—and once he's exposed, we'll take advantage."

"But we can't place all our focus on Lin Yuan alone. That would be too narrow. While one hand targets his businesses, the other must continue working behind the scenes to destabilize the Lin family. We can't give the Lin Group too much time or room to maneuver. Besides Chen Qu, I still have one last bomb hidden within their ranks. When the time is right, it will explode."

Ye Feng nodded in agreement. "Uncle Chen, you're always thorough in your planning."

He then narrowed his eyes, his expression darkening. "But we must be careful. Lin Yuan alone is no easy opponent. Brother Qingshan and I have both suffered humiliating defeats at his hands. And every time we try to go head-to-head, he slips through, stronger than before. If we push him directly, he'll only become more alert."

"That's why I have a second suggestion: we should use someone close to him—someone he's emotionally attached to. Lin Yuan is close to the Yan family. Specifically, he has a special relationship with Yan Ruyue. If we can involve her and use the Yan family as bait, it will force him to act impulsively. When he steps out of line to protect her, that's our chance to strike."

As Ye Feng spoke, a flicker of something dangerous flashed in his one visible eye.

Chen Meng's lips curled into a cold smile. "Very good. That's a solid plan. When your recovery is complete, we'll gather Chen Zheng and Luo Yinghao to discuss the specifics. We'll finalize the operation together."

"Alright," Ye Feng responded with a nod, his tone calm but determined.

His head had been shattered once—his life derailed and his future thrown into chaos—but ironically, it had made his mind sharper than ever before. That bullet from Lin Yuan had changed his fate, but it hadn't ended his story.

Lin Yuan had become his shadow, his obsession, and the embodiment of everything he had lost. And now, Ye Feng planned to use that very shattered head to mastermind Lin Yuan's downfall.

Just then, Chen Meng sighed. "It's a shame that Doctor Jiang, the famed healer we had contacted, said she couldn't come. If she had, you'd probably be fully healed by now."

"It's alright. I'll be back on my feet in a few days anyway," Ye Feng replied with an optimistic smile.

Chen Meng, who had seen Ye Feng at his worst, found it hard to believe this was the same man. There was something different about his smile—an almost joyful gleam hidden beneath it.

What Chen Meng didn't know, however, was that Ye Feng had received a private message from his master just hours ago—news that had reignited a flicker of happiness in his otherwise dark and brooding heart.

His fiancée, the woman who had been promised to him since childhood, was finally returning to Jiangbei.

And her arrival would mark the beginning of yet another shift in this tangled web of power, blood, and revenge.

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