Chapter 59 Kill me? Then go ahead and do it?

The bodyguard was equally baffled. After all, his young master and Zhang Fan could now be described as absolute, irreconcilable enemies.

The young master had exhausted every means to corner and suppress Zhang Fan’s company. Logically speaking, Zhang Fan should harbor a deep, burning hatred for the young master right now.

Who could have expected that he would actually come to see the young master?

Logan frowned deeply.

"How many people did he bring?"

"Could it be that, knowing he’s outmatched, he wants to fight me to the death?"

"Does he want to kill me?"

The bodyguard shook his head repeatedly.

"Young Master, he only brought two people, and both of them are women who look thoroughly frail."

"One of them is someone named Feixiao, and the other is a chemistry professor from Tsinghua University."

"He said he wants to negotiate with you."

Logan burst out laughing, narrowing his eyes as he glanced at Liu Yan.

"It seems your ex-husband’s spine turned out to be soft after all."

"Realizing he is no match for me, he’s come to bow his head and surrender."

"Hoping to use negotiations as a means to make me spare him."

Remembering the background of Zhang Fan’s current wife back in northern Myanmar, as well as Zhang Fan’s various displays of capability, Liu Yan could not help but feel worried.

"Darling, if you’re going to see him, you’d better bring a few more guards."

"What if he’s actually here to assassinate you?"

"No matter what, given your status, you shouldn't take risks over a mere Zhang Fan. Bring more men."

Logan chuckled again, inwardly thinking that Liu Yan still believed he was inferior to her ex-husband.

That petty competitive streak instantly welled up inside him, and he squinted at Liu Yan.

"What could be difficult to deal with about this Zhang Fan?"

"Since he dares to bring two women to see me, I dare to bring only you to see him!"

"I refuse to believe he would dare kill me in Los Angeles. Isn't he afraid of walking out of America alive?"

Liu Yan’s confidence was restored as well, and she smiled.

"Darling, what you're saying makes sense."

"No matter how formidable Zhang Fan is, he’s nothing more than a businessman."

"He certainly wouldn't dare make a move against an heir of the Rothschild family."

"Let's go, let's go meet him!"

Logan immediately stood up, taking Liu Yan with him, and gave instructions to the bodyguard.

"Let's go, lead the way."

"Once inside, you all just wait outside the door."

The bodyguard didn't take Zhang Fan seriously either.

Could a mere businessman from Huaxia possibly turn things upside down in Los Angeles?

This was the headquarters of the Rothschild family!

A mere Zhang Fan, what could he possibly do? How dare he?

If he even dared to utter a single curse word toward the young master here, it would already be a testament to his staggering audacity.

On the other side.

The Rothschild family reception room.

Gazing at the resplendent, palace-like reception room, Wang Qing'er dropped her jaw in astonishment.

"Oh my god, Mr. Zhang, is this what truly wealthy people live like?"

"Just casually pointing at a painting on the wall, and it's worth tens of millions."

"I've truly broadened my horizons today."

Zhang Fan smiled inwardly.

Before long, all of these shiny trinkets would belong to him.

As for Feixiao, she stood expressionless behind Zhang Fan, not saying a word.

Soon enough, a familiar voice echoed through the space.

Logan walked down from the second floor with a smug smile, leading Liu Yan, his gaze fixed mockingly on Zhang Fan.

"Well, well, Zhang Fan, weren't you acting all high and mighty?"

"Before I left Huaxia, you even had the guts to hit me."

"Look at you now, showing up on my doorstep to beg for mercy? Finally realized you're no match for me?"

Liu Yan couldn't help breaking into a smile either. Seeing Zhang Fan staring straight at her, she raised her chin proudly.

"Did you really not expect that I'd make it out of northern Myanmar alive?"

"I owe it all to Mr. Logan!"

"Only Mr. Logan's boundless mercy could have rescued me. Zhang Fan, and to think I spent a whole decade with you, yet you actually left me in northern Myanmar to rot!"

Zhang Fan looked at Logan and Liu Yan with an amused smile.

He didn't seem provoked or angered by Liu Yan's rudeness at all.

In contrast, Feixiao beside him wore a look of utter fury, pointing directly at Liu Yan and launching into a scathing tirade.

At this moment, she completely dropped her facade as a disciplined special ops soldier, acting purely as if she were venting on Zhang Fan's behalf.

"You actually have the nerve to point fingers at Mr. Zhang?"

"I investigated the whole matter between you and Mr. Zhang long ago!"

"You shameless, despicable wretch, if you hadn't tried to lure and trap Mr. Zhang in northern Myanmar, how could you possibly have dug your own grave?"

She sneered coldly, her face full of absolute contempt.

"And yet you still have the gall to turn around and mock Mr. Zhang."

"It seems Mr. Zhang was still far too kind to you by not finishing you off right then and there. Otherwise, how would you even have the chance to draw breath today?"

"You should be dropping to your knees to thank him!"

Liu Yan's face flushed bright red. Lies do not truly wound; it is the naked truth that acts as a razor-sharp blade.

Clearly, Feixiao's words had struck right at her most vulnerable spot.

It drove her completely furious and humiliated.

Liu Yan hurriedly grabbed Logan's arm, shaking it forcefully with a miserable expression.

"Darling, this woman isn't just mocking me, she isn't showing any respect to you at all!"

"We are right inside your own home, yet she dares to speak to me with such utter insolence."

"Quickly, teach her a lesson!"

Logan wasn't in any rush. After all, since this brat Zhang Fan had the audacity to walk right into his territory,

he had endless ways to play with him.

A hint of ridicule surfaced in his gaze. He pulled Liu Yan down onto the sofa opposite Zhang Fan and crossed his legs.

"Speak. What is your purpose in coming here?"

"Let me make it clear in advance: I was indeed the one who had those ten thousand patents seized, and the execution was flawless. I will not hand over a single patent to you."

"Even though I might not be able to manufacture the products myself, I simply refuse to let you make them!"

Zhang Fan looked slightly surprised.

"Who on earth told you I came here to beg for mercy?"

"Logan, are you out of your mind?"

"This time, I'm here to kill you!"

Upon hearing this, Logan stared blankly for a few seconds before bursting into uproarious laughter, spraying saliva everywhere.

"Oh, Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan, has your brain completely rotted!"

"Even if you had hired a few assassins to come after me, I would have at least credited you with a shred of cunning."

"But you actually ran straight into my family's stronghold and declared to my face that you're here to kill me? Ha?"

Zhang Fan looked even more perplexed.

"Aren't you a strange one?"

"I tell you I'm going to kill you, and instead you burst into laughter?"

"Do you really cherish your own life so little, huh?"

Logan didn't stop laughing; instead, he laughed even louder and more hysterically.

Even Liu Yan couldn't help giggling, her eyes filled with thick, biting irony.

"Zhang Fan, I must say your brain must have been caught in a door on your way out."

"You, of all people, think you're qualified to kill Logan? He is the eldest young master of the Rothschild family!"

"Even if you were safely back in Huaxia hiding behind a screen talking tough online, I wouldn't find you this comical. To say such absurd words right inside his own domain—don't you realize you're mentally ill?"

Zhang Fan smiled brightly at Liu Yan.

"Don't worry, I'm going to kill him right now."

"And after I kill him, you'll die a very miserable death too, trust me."

"Both of you are dying today."

Logan suddenly stopped laughing, looking at Zhang Fan with a playful, amused expression.

"Go ahead then. Make your move."