Chapter 34: Threat

Thanks to the seven men's eager cooperation, Yang Chen quickly learned the exact whereabouts of Chen Dehai and his son. As for the seven men, they were all swiftly knocked unconscious and left by the roadside. Before Yang Chen finished what he needed to do, it would be difficult for them to wake up.

Silent stealth was something Yang Chen was intimately familiar with. His keen senses observed every movement around him, and his footsteps were swift and nearly soundless. His body seemed to meld into the darkness, dissipating into the air.

With the detailed layout of Chen Mansion firmly memorized, Yang Chen quickly located his targets. According to the men's testimony, Chen Feng should be in his own room at this moment, while Chen Dehai could be either in the study or the living room.

After scaling two balconies and silently incapacitating four guards, Yang Chen's ghostly figure arrived outside a large room on the third floor of the apartment. It was already 10 PM, but the room was still brightly lit.

The swaying shadows of the trees made Yang Chen's silhouette appear even more elusive under the moonlight. When the cold wind blew through the curtains of the French doors, the scene inside the glass doors was reflected in Yang Chen's eyes.

In the lavishly decorated master bedroom, there was indeed a familiar figure—Chen Feng. However, Chen Feng hadn't noticed the uninvited guest standing at the balcony door. His face was filled with sinister delight as he engaged in an act that would make any normal person's blood boil.

On the large low bed in Chen Feng's room, a woman was tightly bound by her hands and feet. Bloodstains had already formed on her limbs from struggling. Her dyed hair was disheveled, appearing even messier due to her struggles and sweat. Her mouth was gagged, allowing only muffled cries to escape.

Seeing this woman, Yang Chen felt a sense of familiarity. Upon closer inspection, he realized that she was the woman who had tried to flirt with him at the bar where he first met Lin Ruoxi. She had later provoked a conflict with him and a group of thugs, seemingly the sister of the bald man. He hadn't expected her to be involved with Chen Feng now.

Obviously, Chen Feng didn't have much regard for this coquettish little sister.

"Haha, haha... You, you pig... Cry! Go ahead, cry! How dare you go behind my back and look for other men... I'll make you regret it!" Chen Feng's face contorted with fanatical rage as he continued to curse and viciously kick the woman with his foot.

"I was playing with you because I thought highly of you! Tomorrow, when I bring that guy surnamed Li here, I'll let my brothers have you. You wanted a man, didn't you? Look at yourself, do you really think you're my woman? If I weren't bored, who would bother with you!" Chen Feng panted heavily, ranting as if he had been possessed by a demon.

The woman was clearly in pain and shame, tears flowing freely on the bedsheets due to her gagged mouth, her body trembling uncontrollably from sobbing.

Seeing this little sister about to be humiliated to death, Yang Chen felt it shouldn't be allowed. Perhaps the woman herself didn't deserve sympathy, but someone like Chen Feng seemed more deserving of death.

Just as Chen Feng picked up a black whip from the bed, intending to thrash the woman mercilessly, the glass door behind him suddenly banged open!

"Who?!" Chen Feng immediately turned around in fright. When he saw the figure standing at the balcony door, he was so scared that he nearly wet himself!

"What, can't recognize me after just a few days?" Yang Chen's lips curved into a smirk as he casually took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

The overpowering scent of male and female hormones in the room, along with a strong whiff of Versace men's perfume, mixed together in an unpleasant odor.

Chen Feng's mind stuttered for a moment. Trembling, he defensively grabbed the whip and cautiously backed away, saying, "Yang... Yang Chen? What are you doing here?!"

The woman, fixed to the bed, stopped crying when she saw Yang Chen. She also recognized this man—the man who had angered her so much before and ultimately failed to get her brother's revenge. If the previous Yang Chen had been utterly loathed in her heart, his sudden appearance now made her feel like he was a savior!

Yang Chen glanced teasingly at the bulge in Chen Feng's pants and chuckled, "Kid, I think I already mentioned at the market that I hate being threatened."

"You... I didn't threaten you!"

"You threatened the Li family. They're my friends, so threatening them is like threatening me."

A hint of malice flashed in Chen Feng's eyes as he sneered, "Yang Chen, do you think you can leave once you're in here?! If I shout, my dad's men will shoot you to pieces!"

"You can try," Yang Chen said, the cigarette dangling from his mouth as he approached Chen Feng slowly.

"Hmph, do you also fancy that Li Jingjing? Dream on about being a hero! I'm definitely going to get Li Jingjing, and I'll make her pregnant before letting my men have their way with her!" Chen Feng shouted, then immediately tried to open the door behind him to escape the room!

But in an instant, Yang Chen's figure crossed the distance of more than five meters. He viciously slammed the door shut with an iron grip and slapped Chen Feng across the face!

Chen Feng was dumbfounded. How had Yang Chen suddenly appeared beside him? Half of his face swelled instantly, throbbing in pain. He stumbled back into a corner, pointing at Yang Chen and shouting, "You can't come near me! My... my dad's men will be here soon! They'll kill you!"

Yang Chen spat the cigarette butt and saliva onto Chen Feng's face, then walked up to him expressionlessly, towering over him. Chen Feng cowered in the corner, too scared to lift his head.

"I was going to let you die quickly, but what you just said changed my mind. You seem to enjoy playing with women, so I'll let you have a taste of not being a man first..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Chen kicked with sudden force, hitting the lump between Chen Feng's legs.

"Ahhh!"

Chen Feng's screams pierced through the calm of the entire apartment building like a midnight wolf's howl, echoing with a sharp and tragic pitch.

Seeing Chen Feng pass out, curled up in agony with bloodstains pooling beneath him, Yang Chen stopped. He glanced sideways at the pale-faced little sister, trembling in terror.