Chapter 882: Any Chance of Winning?

Hearing Wang Qiuyang’s words, Yan Wuque's brows furrowed even deeper. He was a decisive person, but at this moment, he felt it was too difficult to make this decision.

"I'll ask one last time, is there no other way" Although Yan Wuque still preferred that Wang Qiuyang retreat his troops and they discuss this matter further, he couldn't demand it of him right now.

"Yes." Wang Qiuyang didn't hesitate at all.

"Well, alright. But let me be clear with you, if you fail, you know what kind of consequences you'll face."

"I understand." Wang Qiuyang, of course, knew that as long as they succeeded, the Yan family would continue to support him as always, and even promote him further wouldn't be impossible. But if he failed, the Yan family would ruthlessly abandon him, severing ties with him. Wang Qiuyang didn't blame the Yan family; since he was in the power field, he had long understood these invisible rules. His current position was earned by his own efforts. Even if he was brought back to square one, he would accept it.

Everything that needed to be said had been said. Yan Wuque, no longer dwelling on it, immediately gave Wang Qiuyang the assurance he wanted, "As long as you can take down the surname Ye, our Yan family will handle the aftermath for you. And I'll have my grandfather speak to General Wu on your behalf. As for what I can do, that's all. Everything else depends on you."Yan Wuque couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the warrior about to face his demise.

"Thank you." Wang Qiuyang got the answer he wanted and was about to hang up, but a sudden voice came from the other end of the phone, "Don't hang up, I have one more thing."

"Young Master, please speak." Wang Qiuyang knew that Young Master Yan wouldn't be idle enough to chat with him, so he patiently listened to what he had to say.

“Actually, you know this well. Since you've made this decision, you’ve burned your bridges and there's no turning back. You can only win, not lose. If you truly intend to kill him, there's one thing you can do. If you do this, even if you can't move Ye Fan this time, even if you die in the process, I, Yan Wuque, guarantee that I will repay your Wang family tenfold. I will take Ye Fan's head and establish your Wang family.”

Yanniuqe's last words were truly earth-shattering, like a bolt from the blue on a sunny day, leaving Wang Qiuyang stunned and speechless.

He clutched the phone, staring blankly. He knew Yan Shao's character well; he wasn't someone who would make empty promises. Since he said it, there must be a reason. Given his understanding of him, could it be that he wanted the Wang family to make another major sacrifice

Wang Qiuyang gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master Yan, you say it. As long as I, Wang Qiuyang, can do it, and this matter can really make Ye Fan die without a burial place, then I, Wang Qiuyang, will have no objection. I will do my best to accomplish this."

Wang Qiuyang's face was resolute. Ye Fan had driven the Wang family to extinction, and the hatred in Wang Qiuyang's heart towards Ye Fan had reached its peak, even surpassing his rationality.

To be completely frank, if I could kill Ye Fan, I would even take a bomb and die with him.

"Rest assured, I, Yan Wuque, swear by my name. If you do this and I, Yan Wuque, cannot guarantee Ye Fan's life, then I, Yan Wuque, will retire from the military and no longer concern myself with imperial affairs."

Wang Qiuyang shuddered. Young Master Yan's oath seemed insignificant, even childish, but he knew that this promise held immense weight for someone like Young Master Yan.

Let's not talk about their Yan family's superior status, it's possible for him to reach the highest point of power in the kingdom of God in the future. Just his Ninth Legion alone is a presence comparable to the Dragon Teeth. The fact that he was willing to give up all this and go into seclusion shows what kind of determination he has.

And he is now the chief of staff of the Imperial Army, with a promising future. Therefore, he could make such a vow under these circumstances, which really shows Young Master Yan's determination. Of course, all of this is conditional on Young Master Yan's vow being fulfilled in its entirety.

However, since Young Master Yan could swear like this to himself, Wang Qiuyang was already satisfied. He no longer had any qualms.

"Young Master Yan, you just say it, I will definitely do my best," Wang Qiuyang's eyes flashed with a resolute light.

"Actually, this isn't difficult for you. It's just a small favor. Everything depends on Wang Xiaoyang. Some things are better left unsaid. You decide for yourself. I hope you think it over carefully and then call me back."

After saying that, Yan Wuque hung up the phone directly.

"On Xiao Yang's body," Wang QiuYang turned his head back to look at his son, who was still grinning idiotically. He was completely baffled.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Wuque turned to Yan Xiaoti, who was practicing his bold calligraphy, and said, "Grandfather, Wang Qiuyang has decided to make a move against Ye Fan."

Yan Xiaoti, while gracefully wielding his brush, said, "What do you think about his chances this time"

Yan Wuque shook his head. "Although he's very right, with a 50% chance of winning, I know that his probability of victory is less than 10%."

Yan Wuque had fought Ye Fan many times. While others were unaware of Ye Fan's power, he knew it well. Regardless of the actual situation, just looking at their individual strengths, his Ninth Legion, even with all its members present, probably wouldn't inflict much damage on Ye Fan. Let alone those other units. Of course, this was from before. Now, if his Ninth Legion faced Ye Fan head-on, Ye Fan would definitely be victorious.

Yán Wúqiè's mind flashed with the images of the Iron Bear and White Snake, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth. Dr. l was truly a genius, able to research Reagent No. 10 to such a level. Judging by the astonishing power they had unleashed after consuming it these past few days, their bodies had already developed to sixty percent. If they continued to cultivate for some time, they would likely reach the highest ninety percent soon. At that point, even just Iron Bear could easily deal with Yè Fán.

Every time he thought of this, Yan Wuque couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in his heart. This was the secret weapon of their Ninth Squad, and he believed that in the not-too-distant future special forces competition, the championship would undoubtedly belong to their Ninth Squad. However, the only drawback was that due to Tie Xiong and the others consuming too much, they were probably not going to live past six months.

But even so, that was enough. They had completed their mission and died honorably. They should feel proud of that.

Having gathered his scattered thoughts, Yan Wuque continued, "Furthermore, with such a commotion in Linhai, wouldn't the Ye and Chen families react I heard that the Chen family's young master has been frequently reviewing Linhai's file records these past few days."Yan Wuque was likely referring to Chen Ming. If it were him, he indeed had the authority to access any provincial or municipal high-level files.

Yan Xiaoti's hand, which was practicing calligraphy, suddenly stopped mid-air. His brows furrowed deeply, "Since that's the case, why did you let Wang Qiuyang go to his death If he dies, our Yan family will be in danger." Yan Xiaoti entrusted all these matters to his grandson and spent his days practicing calligraphy, fishing, and playing chess. He seemed indifferent to these things, but in reality, his concern for them surpassed anyone else's.son. They were originally responsible for the martial defenses of Yanjing City, and Tie Xiong is their direct deputy leader.As the deputy commander of the Ninth Column, Tie Xiong possessed absolute co...