CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 43: THE BOSS

Yang Chen stared at Chen Xiaolong and Wang Hao, his gaze icy, his expression calm, his steps firm, like the Green Dragon Crescent Blade of Guan Yu dragging on the ground; once approaching a foe, he would strike down with it.

Wang Hao was a martial artist; he had encountered true masters, and after years of practice, he understood the concept of aura.

When he saw Yang Chen, he realized that this was someone he absolutely must not provoke!

Just looking at that aura, at those cold eyes, the movement of his steps, Wang Hao knew that even ten of him would not be a match for the person in front of him!

There’s no denying it, Chen Xiaolong and Wang Hao were quite popular.

When the two appeared, many people took notice.

Moreover, the two standing straight downstairs, unmoving under the blazing sun, had already attracted the attention of some busybodies.

Additionally, there were bystanders from yesterday’s group fight, thinking these two might be here to cause trouble.

"Chen Xiaolong actually called Wang Hao over; it seems the bodyguard of the beautiful CEO is in danger now."

"Yes, I’ve heard Wang Hao can punch with five hundred pounds of force, and he KO’d Bei Hai’s Boxing King with one punch, nearly killing him!"

"This should be good to watch."

They stopped, displaying their natural tendency to join a crowd.

Wei Xueqing hid to one side, immediately taking out her phone to call the police.

Although she had just returned, she knew of Wang Hao’s reputation and couldn’t guarantee whether Yang Chen could defeat a professional boxer like Wang Hao.

Just as she unlocked the screen and was about to make the call, an incredible scene unfolded.

Chen Xiaolong and Wang Hao simultaneously knelt down on the ground!

All the onlookers were dumbfounded.

What’s going on?

Could it be that these two weren’t here to cause trouble?

Yang Chen was also momentarily taken aback by this kneeling, slightly frowning.

"Big brother, please forgive us; spare us!" Wang Hao shouted, prostrating on the ground, his forehead touching the floor.

Chen Xiaolong already knew about Wang Hao’s prowess from Wang Hao himself, not daring to speak, trembling on the ground.

If he had known it would be like this, he would never have agreed for Zhang Shaoting to come looking for trouble with Yang Chen!

Now he regretted it to the bone.

Hearing Wang Hao call Yang Chen "big brother," Wei Xueqing showed a surprised expression, looking at Yang Chen in disbelief, recalling the scene in the car last night in her mind.

"Who is that museum director?"

"Where is the address of the martial arts school?"

"I don’t like to wait; since I know trouble is coming, why not take the initiative!"

...

Could it be that Yang Chen had already gone to find them?

But when did this happen? She had no idea at all.

Wasn’t Yang Chen with her day and night? When did he do it?

Wei Xueqing couldn’t figure it out at all.

The passersby, seeing this scene, were even more astonished.

"Oh my! Who is this person that he could make Wang Hao kneel and call him big brother!"

"Impressive! This is amazing!"

"I guess it’s that big shot, let’s go, go! Get out of here before we get involved in any trouble!"

...

Some people feared Yang Chen’s identity and left the scene immediately, afraid of getting into trouble.

Among all the people present, only Yang Chen remained the calmest.

He stood in front of the two, still maintaining high vigilance.

Back on the battlefield, countless prisoners knelt begging for mercy, and when people were off guard, they would pull out a dagger or a pistol for one last struggle.

Therefore, Yang Chen’s habit was never to let his guard down until the enemy had breathed his last!

He stared at Wang Hao, watching his kneeling posture, frowning in thought.

He pondered over why this situation occurred and what happened in between.

Meanwhile, Wang Hao, kneeling on the ground, saw Yang Chen not moving at all, which made him even more nervous, his breathing increasingly heavy.

"Are you very nervous?" Yang Chen, observant, said with a cold voice.

Hearing Yang Chen’s aloof voice, as cold as January ice, Wang Hao couldn’t stop trembling, recalling the glint of the knife last night, his scalp tingled with anxiety.

He quickly said, "Yes! I know I was wrong; I shouldn’t have had such thoughts against you, nor should I have listened to my brother’s instigation to target you."

"Is that so?" Yang Chen said faintly, "But I haven’t met you before, nor do I have any interactions with you."

Wang Hao hurriedly said, "As long as I had such thoughts, it’s a mistake! I have already disciplined my brother; he will never dare to have improper thoughts about you again. To express my apology, I have arranged a dinner at the Zhangkou Grand Hotel tonight, with a luxurious presidential suite. I hope you will honor us with your presence, giving us a chance!"

Yang Chen ignored Wang Hao and turned his gaze to Chen Xiaolong, who was lying on the ground, trembling.

"You’re Chen Xiaolong, right?" Yang Chen said blandly.

Chen Xiaolong trembled all over, replying with a fearful quiver, "Yes, yes, it’s me."

"You’re sure you won’t cause any more trouble?" Yang Chen asked.

"I don’t dare! I won’t dare anymore!" Chen Xiaolong was almost in tears, his ear injury seemed to hurt even more, and his face appeared more swollen.

"Alright then, you can go!" Yang Chen said faintly.

Wang Hao lifted his head, surprised as he looked at Yang Chen, "Then... about tonight..."

"No time!" Yang Chen turned and walked towards Wei Xueqing.

Wei Xueqing blinked, just watching Yang Chen come over, not reacting at all.

"What’s wrong? Not hungry?" Yang Chen, towering over Wei Xueqing, looked down on her and said.

Wei Xueqing looked up at Yang Chen, her elegant neck captivating.

"Yes, hungry!" Wei Xueqing snapped back, hastily replying.

"Then let’s go!" Yang Chen’s demeanor was indifferent.

Wei Xueqing bowed her head, muttering to herself, feeling that the mist shrouding Yang Chen was growing thicker, making it increasingly difficult to discern who this person was.

They arrived at the entrance of a foreign restaurant, and Yang Chen said plainly to Wei Xueqing, "You go eat, I’ll wait for you outside."

Wei Xueqing frowned slightly, "You’re not eating?"

"Not eating!"

Wei Xueqing glanced at him, thought for a moment, and said, "If you’re short on money, I can treat you."

"No need! You’ve already treated me once, much appreciated." Yang Chen surveyed the surroundings, not even glancing at Wei Xueqing.

"Suit yourself!" Wei Xueqing, a bit annoyed, headed directly into the foreign restaurant.

The outer walls of the foreign restaurant were all made of glass; Wei Xueqing sat by a window seat, while Yang Chen stood outside, his back to Wei Xueqing.

The pasta was quickly served, but Wei Xueqing had lost her appetite.

She looked at Yang Chen standing outside, a straight figure that made her feel irritated.

Stubborn! Rigid! Obstinate! Arrogant! None of the words she thought of seemed sufficient for Yang Chen. She couldn’t imagine how someone could have such a stubborn personality?

It’s just a meal; why so particular?

Besides, wasn’t the one million back then paid directly? She really didn’t understand what this guy was thinking.

Wei Xueqing pursed her lips, silently grumbling to herself, ignoring whether Yang Chen was hungry or not. Anyway, she was hungry, so she bowed her head and began eating.