The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 6 - 6 6 A Collateral Branch of the Yes

Under Wu Kuiyong’s setup, Elder Mr. Ye and Ye Chenfeng departed the military hospital late at night in a low-profile sedan.

Surely, spies from other powerful families in Capital City lurked near the military hospital, yet nobody expected Elder Mr. Ye to slip away in such a shabby vehicle during the dead of night.

When they got back to the Ye residence, the clock had already ticked past two in the morning.

Exhausted from the night’s chaos, both Elder Mr. Ye and Ye Chenfeng hit the sack early.

Come morning, Ye Chenfeng rose at dawn.

Back in his previous life, regardless of how late he crashed, he always rose promptly next day for physical training.

Besides, his present body’s condition was downright awful; daily workouts were a must to build it up.

After running a full hour around the Ye family villa, Ye Chenfeng headed to the living room for breakfast.

The elder hadn’t stirred yet!

In his former life, such relaxed moments had been foreign to Ye Chenfeng.

Usually, beyond the nation’s grueling training sessions, he tackled missions where death lurked at every turn.

Ye Chenfeng aimed to savor his breakfast quietly, but certain folks refused to let him.

With rapid footsteps echoing, two seniors in their sixties or seventies, followed by two men around forty, barged into the Ye family living room, radiating hostility.

These two old-timers were brothers to Ye Zhenhong—Ye Zhenguo and Ye Zhenbang—while the middle-aged pair trailing them were their sons, Ye Anxin and Ye Zhongtian.

They hailed from the Ye family’s collateral branches—cut from the same cloth.

Showing up at the Ye home this early screamed bad intentions.

The Ye family’s collateral branches thrived in business, their ventures spanning provinces across Huaxia Country, contributing substantially to the whole clan.

Naturally, absent the main branch’s backing, those collateral operations couldn’t have grown so vast.

This explained why Elder Mr. Ye hesitated to clash outright with these peripheral collateral members.

Even the mightiest clan needed solid financial backing.

Ye Chenfeng calmly drank his milk and munched his bread, paying zero attention to these collateral branch Ye folks.

To ingrates who bit the hand that fed them, Ye Chenfeng offered no politeness.

Ye Zhenguo and Ye Zhenbang flushed crimson with fury.

They remained clueless about Elder Mr. Ye’s discharge.

To them, without Elder Mr. Ye’s shield, Ye Chenfeng was merely a deranged loser, and getting snubbed by such trash was an ultimate disgrace.

Lurking behind the elders, Ye Anxin and Ye Zhongtian found it intolerable.

Today’s visit was for confrontation.

They had sworn full loyalty to the Songs already.

Should old Mr. Ye perish, the Songs vowed to elevate them to the Ye main family helm.

Yet yesterday, Song Zhong—the Song heir—nearly perished, igniting the Song family’s wrath.

Though outsiders saw it as mishap, the Songs demanded Ye family accountability, ideally with Ye Chenfeng groveling at their gate in apology.

Thus, at the Song family’s behest, the Ye collateral branch rushed straight to the Ye home.

Indeed, sycophancy ran in their blood.

“Ye Chenfeng, what kind of attitude is this? When elders show up, shouldn’t you rise and pay respects?” Ye Anxin bellowed at Ye Chenfeng, his tone laced with scorn.

Ye Zhenguo and Ye Zhenbang, from Ye Chenfeng’s grandfather’s generation, saw no point bickering trifles with a deranged waste.

They preferred letting their sons handle it.

Ye Chenfeng’s nonchalance fueled Ye Anxin’s cheeks to blaze hotter, prompting his thunderous shout, “Ye Chenfeng, are you deaf? You lack all decorum. The Ye family’s doomed with trash like you.”

Ye Chenfeng belched loudly, grabbed a napkin from the table, and wiped his mouth leisurely, murmuring, “So early in the morning, and stray dogs are already howling everywhere? Better haul them off to the butcher.”

“You—you—you punk, no room left for you in the Ye family,” Ye Anxin, branded a stray dog, shook with outrage.

“Say what you came to say, or fart it out. I’ve no patience for your nonsense,” Ye Chenfeng snapped irritably.

Before Ye Anxin could retort, Ye Zhenguo cut in, face grim, demanding, “Did you injure Song Zhong yesterday or not?”

“What’s this now? When did you switch to the Song surname? Never knew you excelled at lapdog duties,” Ye Chenfeng sneered.

His biting sarcasm stabbed into the collateral Ye members’ ears, testing even the steeliest tempers.

Ye Zhenguo’s rage exploded, his complexion shifting from ashen to scarlet as he roared, “Ye Chenfeng, today you kneel at the Song doorstep and beg forgiveness. That’s the command. Your grandfather clings to life by a thread, and we’re your elders in the Ye family.”

“And if I refuse?” Ye Chenfeng queried, intrigued.

“No option—you go today. Obey nicely, and post your grandfather’s death, we’ll tolerate one more waste like you. Defy us, and harsh steps follow.”

As Ye Zhenguo warned, six robust middle-aged thugs marched into the Ye hall, primed for trouble.

“You fools really believe the old man’s finished? Here’s the truth: he’s upstairs now! Get lost quick.”

At those words, Ye Zhenguo smirked scornfully, retorting, “Think we’d swallow lies from a fool like you? That’d make us the fools.”

Not only Ye Zhenguo—the other three collateral Yes sneered mockingly too.

Military hospital updates claimed Elder Mr. Ye neared death, with whispers he had mere days left.

Else, how bold would they be allying openly with the Songs?

After all, Songs and Yes had long been foes in politics.

Ye Chenfeng figured these idiots wouldn’t buy it; nowadays, truth found few believers.

He anticipated their shock upon spotting Elder Mr. Ye—a spectacle for sure!

“No tricks here—you’ll regret it soon,” Ye Chenfeng warned sincerely.

“Fool, quit the scare tactics. If old Ye’s truly upstairs, I’ll lop off my head for your footstool,” Ye Anxin gazed at Ye Chenfeng with pity.

To them, Ye Chenfeng’s panic attacks were resurfacing—if Ye Zhenhong had left hospital, Capital City would buzz already.