As a young marshal, it's reasonable for me to have 300,000 private troops, right?

As the car drove smoothly through the night, Qi Fan gripped the steering wheel and made up his mind.

Tonight, we will take action against Tang Yulin.

He had absolutely no liking for Tang Yulin.

This person was arrogant and domineering, and spoiled by his parents, which was bad enough. But what Qi Fan found most despicable was that he was cowardly and afraid of death at heart.

In his past life, when the Xiao Rizi invaded Rehe, Tang Yulin, who commanded an army of 200,000, failed to hold out for even three days and lost the entire Rehe. Instead, he fled in panic with the vast wealth he had plundered.

Qi Fan wished he could get rid of this kind of scoundrel who had no sense of national responsibility and only knew how to amass wealth and protect his life.

Now is the perfect opportunity to eliminate any future troubles.

The car quickly drove to a spot one street away from the Tang residence, where Qi Fan slowly stepped on the brakes and stopped the car.

Zhang Xuecheng, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly brightened up, thinking he was finally going to be saved, and frantically tried to open the car door.

"Brother! This is it! I'll get off here and wait for you. You can go see Uncle Tang yourself!"

His fingers had just touched the car door handle when Qi Fan yanked them back and shoved them heavily back into the seat.

"What's the rush? You're already here, do me a small favor before you leave."

"What kind of help?" Zhang Xuecheng asked with a long face, curling up into a ball and looking pitiful.

"Brother, look at me. I can't lift a finger, I'm all delicate and frail. How can you bear to send me to my death?"

Seeing his deliberately feigned "baby" posture, Qi Fan felt a wave of nausea and pushed his face away in annoyance.

"Stop being disgusting here."

As he spoke, Qi Fan took out a round pumpkin grenade from his pocket and weighed it in his hand.

Zhang Xuecheng caught a glimpse of the dark object, pressed his body tightly against the car door, and his voice trembled.

"No...no, bro, what are you going to do? Even if I'm not going to help, you don't have to blow me up, do you? Let's talk this out!"

Qi Fan was amused by his terrified look and laughed out loud, handing him the grenade.

"What are you thinking? Would I harm you? You know how to use this thing, right?"

"Well...of course! It's just pulling the pin and throwing it out, anyone can do that!"

Zhang Xuecheng swallowed hard, mustered his courage, and took it, afraid that it might explode if he wasn't careful.

Qi Fan put his arm around his shoulder, his tone becoming more serious.

"Listen, after I enter the Tang residence, you wait around here. Half an hour later, throw this grenade down the back wall of the Tang residence to create chaos, then go straight back to the Marshal's Mansion and wait for me. Don't worry about anything else."

Zhang Xuecheng's eyes widened in disbelief: "It's...it's that simple? I don't need to go in with you?"

"It's that simple." Qi Fan patted his head, his tone reassuring.

"I'm your brother, how could I let you do something so risky? Just do this well, and I'll treat you to a nice meal later."

Hearing that he wouldn't have to go and die, and that he would even get some good food, Zhang Xuecheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay! Don't worry, brother, I'll take care of it!"

After seeing off Zhang Xuecheng, who slipped out of the car as if he had been granted a pardon, Qi Fan raised his hand and blew a sharp and distinctive whistle, which was the agreed-upon assembly signal between him and the Yan Ying Group.

As soon as the whistle ended, a dark figure silently emerged from the alleyway beside the car, walked straight to the car window, knelt on one knee, and spoke in a low voice.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Immediately gather all members of the Yan Ying Group and have them assemble outside the Tang residence to await orders."

Qi Fan's eyes were sharp, and his tone left no room for doubt.

"Use the sound of a grenade explosion as a signal. Once the sound is heard, immediately rush into the mansion, take control of all personnel in the command center, and assume full control of the Tang residence's defenses. Show no mercy to any who resist; kill them on the spot!"

"yes!"

The man in black respectfully responded, stood up, and transformed into a black shadow, disappearing once again into the depths of the alley as if he had never appeared.

With everything in place, Qi Fan took a deep breath, started the car again, and drove towards the brightly lit Tang residence not far away.

As soon as the car came to a steady stop at the entrance of the Tang residence, the soldiers on both sides immediately raised their guns, the dark muzzles of which were all aimed at Qi Fan in the driver's seat.

"What are you doing? Don't you know this is forbidden territory of the Tang family mansion? You can't just come in like that!"

A knowing glint flashed in Qi Fan's eyes. Judging from this, Tang Yulin had already taken precautions, probably even against the people in the Marshal's Mansion.

But since he was already there, he couldn't afford to reveal the slightest flaw. He immediately composed himself and adopted the arrogant demeanor of the eldest son of the Marshal's Mansion.

"Hey, you son of a bitch! You dare point guns at me? Do you know who I am? I'm Zhang Xueliang!"

Upon hearing this, the two soldiers exchanged a smile, their tone full of disdain.

"So what if he was Zhang Xueliang? Just a few days ago we were still surnamed Zhang, but sorry, now we're surnamed Tang!"

As they spoke, the two simultaneously pulled back the bolts, and with two crisp "clicks," the bullets were chambered, their gun muzzles still fixed on Qi Fan.

Qi Fan didn't panic at all; instead, he moved forward a little, his eyes full of provocation.

"Hey! I'd like to see if you dare to fire today! Come on, if you've got the guts, shoot me! If you don't dare to fire, I'll despise you for the rest of my life!"

Inside the Tang residence, Tang Yulin was studying the Fengtian map on the wall, pondering defensive deployments, when he suddenly heard a commotion at the door. He frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"What's going on outside? It's so noisy and disorderly, what kind of behavior is this?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a soldier rushed in and snapped to attention, giving a military salute.

"Reporting, Brigade Commander! It's Zhang Xueliang, the eldest son of the Marshal's Mansion, outside. He said he brought a cart full of gifts to deliver to you, but we stopped him at the gate!"

Upon hearing that Qi Fan had arrived, Tang Yulin immediately waved his hand, his tone tinged with impatience.

"Why are you stopping my nephew? This is ridiculous! Let him in right now!"

When Qi Fan followed the soldiers into the conference hall, he saw many officers from the Tang family gathered around a table, discussing strategies on a sand table. The atmosphere was very serious.

He dared not look any longer, fearing it would arouse suspicion, and quickly looked away, walking straight to Tang Yulin.

"Uncle Tang, your soldiers are too reckless! I came to give you a gift out of kindness, and they immediately pulled out guns to shoot me!"

Tang Yulin laughed and ignored his comment, instead starting to chat about everyday things.

"Liu Zi, I heard you're getting married soon? Was it Uncle Wu who arranged the marriage? If your mother were still alive, she would be overjoyed to see you settle down and start a family."

Qi Fan was secretly delighted. He had been wanting to chat with him about everyday things to distract him, and this was just the right opportunity.

He moved closer to Tang Yulin, speaking in an intimate tone.

"That's right! I heard from my family that whenever you and Dad had a fight, it was always Mom who mediated between you, otherwise you two would have a huge argument."

"Oh, you're such a sensible child," Tang Yulin sighed, his tone tinged with emotion.

"Your dad has a stubborn temper, as stubborn as a mule. He's caused so much trouble in the past, and your mom has always been the one to clean up his messes and fix his problems."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qi Fan moved closer to Tang Yulin. The distance between them was ridiculously close; even a five-year-old child could kill Tang Yulin with a single shot.

"Absolutely! My dad is such a domineering man. I was only eight years old when he arranged my marriage, and I had no one to reason with!"

"That's right!" Tang Yulin slammed his hand on the table, his emotions running high.

"We can't be husband and wife by force! Wang Yongjiang and I are completely different people, but your father insists on putting us together. Who can I complain to about this?"

"Fourth Uncle, since you've put it this way, please tell me if you have any complaints! I'll go back and talk to my father on your behalf, so he won't always make you feel wronged!"

Tang Yulin laughed heartily at his coaxing, secretly thinking: "A little kid who hasn't even grown his first hair yet, trying to help me out? How naive!" He didn't respond to that, but changed the subject.

"Liu Zi, let's not talk about your dad's troubles anymore. You're getting married, and your Uncle Tang doesn't have much to give you as a gift."

As he spoke, he took out a crystal-clear glass pendant from his pocket and handed it to Qi Fan.

"This is my family's talisman; consider it a wedding gift from Grandpa Tang to you."

Just as the glass pendant landed in Qi Fan's palm, a loud "BOOM!" was heard. A deafening explosion suddenly came from the backyard of the Tang residence, and the whole house shook three times!

Suddenly, Tang Yulin's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to get up, Qi Fan suddenly pulled out a small pistol from his pocket and pressed it firmly against Tang Yulin's forehead.

"Fourth Master, don't move!"