Chapter 265: Plan for Revenge

Zhang He watched Ye Mo’s deliberate actions, the discarded hankerchief a clear sign. Wiping blood from his mouth, his face green with rage, he knew he was no match for Ye Mo. Without hesitation, he called the police.

Qiao Gang leaped from a sports car, shaking Ye Mo’s hand. "Brother Ye, what a coincidence! My luck is incredible today."

Ye Mo was impressed by Qiao Gang’s unassuming nature, a rarity among young masters. His demeanor hinted at a significant background.

"Young Master Qiao, you're too kind. I promised this, and I took your money; I'll do my best," Ye Mo replied, smiling.

"Brother Ye, you're too polite. That money's nothing. I wouldn't have this good fortune without being in the right place at the right time. I knew you weren't ordinary the first time I saw you. My instincts were right! I'm betting everything on you," Qiao Gang declared.

Before Ye Mo could respond, Zhang He scrambled up, staring at Qiao Gang in shock. "Young Master Qiao… what a coincidence…"

Internally, Zhang He was in turmoil. He’d considered Ye Mo dead and plotted his demise, but Qiao Gang’s amicable relationship with Ye Mo was baffling.

Qiao Gang, noticing Zhang He, pointed dramatically. "Big Young Master Zhang, what's with the rolling around? People say I play around, but you surpass me! You even enjoy this kind of thing?"

Ye Mo smiled; he knew Qiao Gang was playing along. Zhang He laughed awkwardly. "I'm not that bored, Young Master Qiao," he said, then glared coldly at Ye Mo. Regardless of Ye Mo's connections, he wouldn't let him go.

"Young Master Zhang He, don't try anything with Brother Ye. Don't blame me if you do," Qiao Gang warned, seeing the hatred in Zhang He’s eyes.

"Young Master Qiao, this doesn't concern you. If you interfere, I'll call my cousin," Zhang He retorted. He knew he was no match for Qiao Gang, a main branch member of the Zhang family, while he was only from a side branch. His cousin, Zhang Dian, however, was a direct descendant and held equal status to Qiao Gang.

Qiao Gang's face tightened, but he sneered, "Ye Mo is a valued guest of our family, and my friend. If you harm him, don't blame me, even if your family head arrives."

Valued guest? Zhang He studied Ye Mo thoughtfully. Then it dawned on him. "So your family wants him for the race. Aha! I understand."

Qiao Gang's expression changed. Zhang He had guessed his motive. "Indeed, I need Ye Mo's help with the race. What can you do?"

"Nothing. But I'll be at the race, so don't let me see him," Zhang He sneered, wiping blood from his mouth. Ye Mo would regret this at the race.

Police sirens wailed. Two officers, seeing the bloodied Zhang He, were terrified. Who dared attack him?

"Young Master Zhang, who did this?" the taller officer asked, knowing his career hinged on this.

"Him! I was minding my own business, and he attacked me," Zhang He sneered, hoping to land Ye Mo in detention, even temporarily.

Qiao Gang understood Zhang He’s plan. Saving Ye Mo wouldn't erase the damage to his reputation if Ye Mo were arrested.

The officers likely didn't know him. Ye Mo would be taken away before he could intervene.

"Young Master Zhang, don't worry, this is a lawful society. We won't tolerate this kind of behavior," the officer said, approaching Ye Mo with handcuffs.

Qiao Gang reached for his phone to intervene, but Ye Mo stopped him. "Don't worry, they won't dare."

The officer moved to handcuff Ye Mo, but Ye Mo kicked him back ten feet, sending him crashing into Zhang He.

"You dare attack a police officer?" The officer, though bruised, drew his weapon.

Zhang He and Qiao Gang were shocked. Ye Mo's audacity to attack a police officer in broad daylight was astonishing.

"Attacking a police officer? You overestimate yourselves. Do you have the right to arrest someone without asking questions? That was a light kick. Put your weapon away, or don't blame me," Ye Mo said coldly.

The second officer, recognizing Ye Mo—the man who’d killed Wu Zhengfei and walked away—palmed his gun. He'd witnessed the fate of Qian He and Wu Zhengfei.

The taller officer, recognizing Ye Mo, also stood down. He cursed his oversight.

The officer quickly apologized, admitting to a poor judgment based on one-sided information.

Ye Mo, realizing their predicament, knew they weren't entirely at fault. He dismissed them.

Zhang He was stunned. Someone had dared to defy him, even assaulting a police officer with impunity.

"Brother Ye, you're incredible! Even I wouldn't dare do that. Let's celebrate—my treat!" Qiao Gang was both satisfied and amazed by Ye Mo's influence.

Ye Mo patted Qiao Gang's shoulder. "Okay, let's eat."

He Qi interjected. "I'll join you, Young Master Qiao."

Qiao Gang smiled. "Of course, Mrs. He. It's my honor."

Zhang He, fuming, called his father. "Dad, it's me. Qiao Gang's in Tan Du. He found a racer, Ye Mo. He's incredibly arrogant—he slapped me, knocked out teeth…"

Zhang Quanqian exploded. "He dares! Even Qiao Gang wouldn't be so bold! I won't let this brat go!"

Zhang He smirked. "Dad, I have a plan to ensure he won't live to see three days hence."