Chapter 51

51 Keen nerves made Yang Chen start the car immediately, stepping on the gas pedal, and the car roared out of the underground garage.

Several security guards from Yu Lei International stared blankly at the car that had sped away, looking at each other in confusion, none of them knew which bigwig in the company had such driving skills.

While driving, Yang Chen asked, "What's wrong, Aunt Wang?"

"The young miss just got off work and came home, and then the old master arrived, making a fuss outside..." Aunt Wang's voice was tinged with sobs, "Son-in-law, come back quickly. The old master brought several people, and they don't look like good people. I'm afraid they might hurt the young miss..."

Aunt Wang's words were cut off by a burst of noise from the other end of the phone, followed by a familiar male voice...

"Is this the little bastard surnamed Yang? I'm Lin Kun. I'm waiting for you here. If you have the guts, come back right now!"

Yang Chen's knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, clearly hearing Aunt Wang's cries from the other end of the phone, indicating that her phone had been forcibly taken.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"I know very well, you little bastard surnamed Yang. If you have the guts, come back right now. I want to see what kind of skills you, a mere skewer seller, have to make my Lin family's little wretch do such unfilial things!"

Yang Chen didn't say anything more, hanging up the phone with a blank expression. In fact, if the phone hadn't been a gift from Lin Ruoxi, it might have been crushed long ago.

He slammed the gas pedal to the floor. Despite the heavy traffic, the roaring engine made many cars obediently clear a path.

The white BMW car sped by like a whirlwind, drawing numerous curses, but none of this mattered to Yang Chen. At this moment, the road in his eyes was straight and clear, with no traffic rules or traffic lights. He wanted speed, faster, and even faster!

A journey that normally took over twenty minutes, Yang Chen completed in less than ten minutes, arriving at the destination like a missile.

The car came to a screeching halt in front of the villa, the tires squealing and raising a cloud of dust.

It was already dusk, with a gentle golden glow spreading over the spacious and upscale Longjing Garden villa area. The green trees and red flowers, the golden grass, all made the scenery particularly beautiful.

But Yang Chen had no time to appreciate this rare beauty. He got out of the car and walked toward the villa entrance with a serious expression.

Before Yang Chen could reach the entrance, the door was forcefully pushed open, and Lin Kun, dressed in a well-tailored suit, walked out. His usually handsome and mature face now looked dark and excited, as if he could already foresee how he would take revenge on Yang Chen for humiliating him.

Behind him, five young men in black tight T-shirts followed closely. Their bulging muscles clearly showed that they were all skilled fighters.

"Haha, you really have the guts to come back here, I thought you were too scared to return," Lin Kun said, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows, his eyes filled with intense hatred.

Yang Chen sighed, realizing that he had indeed become more restrained. Otherwise, just for that dirty word, he would have had enough reason to cut out his tongue. He glanced at him coldly and asked, "Where are Ruoxi and Aunt Wang..."

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures emerged from the villa entrance.

"Son-in-law, son-in-law, be careful!" Aunt Wang, wearing an apron, supported Lin Ruoxi, whose face was extremely pale, as they walked out.

Lin Ruoxi was still in her work suit. Her usually cold and composed face looked soulless, her eyes dull, and her hair was disheveled, staring blankly at the ground as if everything around her was irrelevant.

If this scene made Yang Chen feel a sudden pang of pain, then the red handprint on Aunt Wang's face instantly sparked a glint of killing intent in his eyes...

Unfortunately, Lin Kun clearly didn't notice the change in Yang Chen's eyes.

"You little skewer seller, let me tell you, since you came back here today, you're asking for it. My brothers don't have eyes in their fists. If you want to take fewer hits, you'd better kneel down and kowtow to me a few dozen times, clean my shoes, and then crawl into the trash can. Then I might let you off and let you go!" Lin Kun laughed maniacally, his voice filled with madness.

"Lin Kun..." Yang Chen raised his head, looking at the arrogant man in front of him with a cold gaze, "I told you before, I hate being threatened. You can threaten me, but you must be prepared to face the consequences."

"I'll threaten you! Bastard! What can you do!? Can you take on these five brothers of mine!?" Lin Kun roared, laughing in anger.

Yang Chen didn't say anything more, taking a step toward Lin Kun.

The five thugs clearly didn't take Yang Chen seriously. After all, from his appearance, this young man seemed completely helpless. So when they saw Yang Chen approaching, only one man stepped forward, looking at Yang Chen with disdain and walking toward him.

Yang Chen didn't bother to look at the black-clad man. When he saw the man throw a lightning-fast punch, he calculated precisely and met it with his own punch!

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, producing a dull sound, but the effect that followed was shocking to everyone present!

"Ah!!"

The man who threw the first punch twisted his face in pain, clutching his arm and kneeling on the ground in agony!

"Hand... hand..." Sweat beads the size of beans dripped down, and the man felt as if all the bones in his arm had shattered. After several intense pains, he fainted on the spot!

The remaining four thugs clearly hadn't realized what was happening when they saw Yang Chen already in front of them.

"Quick! Attack him!" Lin Kun, sensing something was wrong, hurriedly commanded.

The four men then lunged at Yang Chen with fierce attacks, trying to pin him to the ground.

But when their punches and kicks landed on Yang Chen's body, they suddenly realized that no matter where they hit—his chest, stomach, thighs, or anywhere else—it didn't budge him at all. It was as if their attacks were landing on a thick iron plate or a massive boulder, their strength completely insufficient to cause any damage to this giant!

The four men were drenched in cold sweat. Was this guy made of iron?!

Yang Chen's gaze remained fixed on Lin Kun. After being attacked, he casually raised his hand into a knife-like shape. The four unfortunate thugs had no chance to launch another attack or jump away. They felt a flash of darkness as a hand knife struck the back of their necks!

Yang Chen's movements were so effortless that the four previously healthy and strong men were now lying unconscious on the ground.

At this moment, a wave of intense regret washed over Lin Kun. However, he didn't think that seeking revenge on Yang Chen was wrong; he just wished he had asked the person helping him for more thugs!