Urban: Actually, I'm a Rich Young Heir

After knocking a whole bunch of men flat with a few punches and kicks, Ye Fan returned to the sofa and crossed his legs.

Ye Fan: “Who the hell is Master Jin? I've never heard of him. If what you say is true, then what about the Ye family?”

“I'm Ye Fan. My grandfather is Ye Ping'an. If you or the boss behind you have a problem with that, feel free to come to my door anytime.” With that, Ye Fan kicked the burly man straight into a corner.

Looking at the henchmen, who were all as quiet as cicadas in winter, and the scar-faced bruiser curled up in the corner, he couldn't help sighing.

“Look at you lot, picking on the weak and cowering before the strong. When you didn't know who I was, you were all acting so tough. Now you're scared? What a bore. Honestly, I don't have any great ambitions. I just want a normal life. Don't show up again, and I won't bother holding this against you.” With that, he turned and strode away, leaving behind a trashed club and a bunch of beaten henchmen.

He was feeling a little down...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.