Chapter 245: You're Annoying

After securing a rather absurd position, Yang Chen returned to the PR department without making any waves. At his request, the appointment process was handled quietly without a company-wide announcement.

He had already decided to delegate most of the tasks to Zhao Teng and Wang Jie. He would only occasionally visit their office while spending most of his time in the main office of the PR department. After all, being around a group of attractive women was far better than sitting alone in a monotonous office.

Although his new role as director would inevitably become known as the company grew, if he stayed in the PR office regularly, people would get used to it and not find it particularly unusual.

After work, Yang Chen went home for dinner as usual, but he ate much faster than he normally did.

Seeing Yang Chen gobble down two bowls of rice, Lin Ruoxi frowned and asked, "Hungry from playing games all day?"

Yang Chen didn't bother to explain much. "I have urgent matters to attend to tonight and may not come back. Don't wait up for me."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ruoxi remembered the night she waited for him until the early hours. Her cheeks reddened slightly as she recalled how embarrassed she felt saying those words, as if she were a resentful wife waiting for her husband.

"Who would wait for you? Just go if you want to go," Lin Ruoxi said, trying to sound casual.

"I remember what I promised. I'll report back when necessary," Yang Chen said sincerely before leaving the house.

That night, Yang Chen had quite a lot to handle. Just getting a team of twelve "Sea Eagles" to land in Zhonghai and settling them in was no easy task.

Yang Chen sped towards the southeastern port of Zhonghai while making a call to notify Rose, asking her to prepare a medium-sized bus and wait near the port. He also requested a hidden safe house from the Red Thorns Society that could accommodate about twenty people.

Rose didn't ask why but immediately set about arranging everything herself.

Upon arriving at the southeastern port, Yang Chen parked his car on the vast expanse of the harbor. The port was now deserted, with no one in sight. Under the dark sky, Yang Chen's white BMW stood out conspicuously.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

After a long time with no answer, a chaotic mix of sounds came through.

Yang Chen frowned. He hadn't expected to be late. It seemed the Sea Eagles team had already encountered an ambush from the Yanhuang Iron Brigade, and their communication signals had been cut off. Whether the Sea Eagles had landed was still unclear.

After some careful thought, Yang Chen concluded that the likelihood of them not landing was slim. If a conflict had occurred at sea, the escorting vessel for the Sea Eagles would have clashed with the military fleet, escalating the situation. The Yanhuang Iron Brigade would likely have chosen a more cautious approach.

With that in mind, Yang Chen deduced that the Sea Eagles had probably already landed somewhere at the port, but the situation wasn't looking good.

Yang Chen started his car again and drove to the coastline, beginning a fast search for any signs of people.

After driving for more than five minutes, he finally noticed something unusual at the far end of the southeastern port.

Three amphibious combat armored vehicles had cordoned off an area where containers were stored. In the darkness, the sharply defined armored vehicles used searchlights to illuminate the entire area brightly.

Not less than thirty soldiers in black special forces combat uniforms, armed with heavy weaponry, had their guns aimed at a pile of containers. Seven or eight men and women in various attire stood at the forefront of the special forces, clearly leading the operation.

As soon as Yang Chen's car came into view, it was closely watched. Two assault rifles even targeted Yang Chen, with red laser sights aiming near his car's gas tank. Knowing that advancing any further would result in his car being blown up by the heavily armed group, Yang Chen decided to stop about two hundred meters away.

Opening the door, Yang Chen stepped out into the biting cold sea breeze of winter. He took out a cheap cigarette he had bought on the way, and after several attempts, he finally managed to light it with his lighter. Exhaling a long plume of white smoke, he began walking towards the stern-looking special forces soldiers.

As Yang Chen approached, the two soldiers pointed their guns at his forehead, their lethal intent palpable even from tens of meters away. Yang Chen, accustomed to such hostility, casually walked to a spot about ten meters from the soldiers.

A narrow passage opened among the soldiers clad in black, leading a few of the variously dressed individuals to step forward and meet Yang Chen. To his surprise, among them were two familiar faces: Huayu and Huiyi from the Eight Tribes. The other seven people were strangers to Yang Chen, but their imposing presence was no less formidable than the Long Group members he had previously encountered, like Huopao and Dajiao.

Huiyi smiled warmly at Yang Chen as he approached. "Hades, your actions this time have caused quite a stir, making things very difficult for us."

Huayu, upon seeing Yang Chen, showed a trace of conflicted emotions in her eyes, quickly masked by a cold demeanor.

"Master Huiyi, is this man really Hades?"

A dashing man, who appeared to be under thirty and was dressed in a blue military uniform with an air of arrogance, spoke up. "He doesn't look like much. Hades, I'm Yongye, the leader of Dragon Team Two. I've heard of your exploits, but seeing you in person is a bit disappointing."

Yang Chen ignored Yongye and spoke to Huiyi. "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. They're here to help me with some personal matters. How about this: I'll treat you to a meal next time as a favor."

Feeling ignored, Yongye's face darkened. "Hades, don't be so arrogant. Right now, we're the ones holding the advantage. Are you trying to provoke us?"

Yang Chen glanced indifferently at the group of silent, statue-like special forces soldiers whose killing intent was so concentrated it was almost tangible. He chuckled. "So, these are the 'Jiaolong' Special Operations Squad, hidden within the borders of Yan Xia outside the seven main defense zones. Judging by their intense killing aura, they must have taken many lives in the South China Sea."

"Hmph, are you scared now?" Yongye sneered.

Huiyi, with a slight frown, gave Yongye a brief look of disapproval before sighing and turning to Yang Chen. "Hades, you should send them back. Yan Xia does not permit the landing of mercenaries of the Sea Eagles' caliber."

"Grey Robe senior, what do you mean by that? Are we afraid of them? Haven't you seen how our 'Jiaolong' has them, the so-called 'Sea Eagles,' locked down?" Yongye protested discontentedly.

Yang Chen took a couple of drags from his cigarette, pinching the butt. "Can't we negotiate?"

"No," Yongye cut in preemptively. He had been ignored repeatedly and could no longer tolerate his wounded pride. Anger surged within him. "Whether you're the King of the Underworld or the God of Heaven, you won't take these people away today. Since they've come, they won't be going back into the sea!"

Yang Chen, head bowed, suddenly raised his gaze. In the darkness, his eyes seemed tinged with a bloody hue, exuding a chilling aura akin to ancient ice.

Before the Grey Robes and others ten meters away could realize the gravity of the situation, Yang Chen had vanished from where he had stood!

"You're quite annoying."

His voice ground like gears, Yang Chen reappeared, having inexplicably moved next to Yongye, who had just spoken. Yongye barely reacted before Yang Chen's hand gripped his throat!

Single-handedly, under the gaze of dozens of eyes, Yang Chen subdued Yongye effortlessly!

The elite forces finally showed a hint of wavering in their resolve, and members of Dragon Team Two were stunned to see their leader incapacitated in an instant!

How did this man do it?!

Yongye dared not even swallow his saliva, feeling Yang Chen emanate a darkness darker than the night itself. Goosebumps spread across his body, and his blood felt as if it might freeze solid!

To become the leader of Dragon Team Two, besides background and credentials, superior tactical and combat skills were essential. He was definitely not someone ordinary top-tier agents could match. Yet now, all his mental toughness and combat skills seemed reduced to nothing!

He was no match for this man?!

No one dared to make a move, unsure of Yang Chen's true capabilities. But it was clear that killing Yongye would be a matter of an instant.

"I don't care who your father is, who your mother is, or who you are. When I'm speaking, you better not interrupt. Your strength, in my eyes, is as fragile as the throat I'm holding right now. A gentle squeeze, and it will shatter," Yang Chen declared coldly.

With that, he casually threw Yongye several meters away, where he tumbled several times before coming to a stop!

The Jiaolong troops immediately aimed their guns at Yang Chen, yet not a single person dared to fire, even though he had no hostages and was within arm's reach!

Amidst the struggling and hesitant gazes of everyone, Yang Chen walked towards a stack of containers in the rear. In the darkness, his unremarkable figure exuded a terrifying pressure that subdued all present.

The Grey Robe sighed deeply and turned to look at Yongye, still on the ground with his head hanging low, showing a hint of disappointment. He then ordered the Jiaolong troops, "Stand down, no need to aim anymore."

Huayu glanced back at the Grey Robe, who seemed exhausted, her eyes betraying a mix of complex emotions.

Meanwhile, Yang Chen had reached a row of large containers. Facing a central seam, he glanced at it, cleared his throat, and chuckled in English, "Come out, then. Let's see how long you want to keep watching this show."