Looking at the disarray in the living room, Ye Chen helplessly threw his clothes on the sofa, then grabbed a can of beer from the fridge and chugged it down, dispelling the heat from his body, and comfortably lay back on the sofa. Staring at the fiery sun outside the window, he angrily cursed, "Damn Yao Yue! I must owe you from a past life. Was it really necessary to hunt me down for a year just because I accidentally touched your chest?"
Thinking about Yao Yue, Ye Chen's face showed a bitter smile.
Although that girl is only twenty-three this year, she's already the leader of the Ghost Organization in the Golden Triangle, feared by all. Their acquaintance arose from a collaboration. Ye Chen had been mixing in the Golden Triangle for more than a year, selling arms and establishing an intelligence network. However, due to a certain incident, a major warlord suddenly targeted Ye Chen. Caught off guard, Ye Chen was struck down by overwhelming forces, his men were either dead or injured, and the power he spent over a year building vanished into thin air. Thinking of this, Ye Chen felt a sigh within...
Later, Ye Chen sought Yao Yue's help, and she proposed a competition: if Ye Chen could beat her, she would agree to protect him. Faced with Yao Yue's condition, all the major forces in the Golden Triangle were paying attention. Ye Chen, of course, wasn't going to back down. However, during the competition, Ye Chen used the legendary Dragon Claw Hand.
And so, the woeful Ye Chen began a year of fleeing for his life.
"Damn!" Ye Chen crushed the can in his hand fiercely. The can immediately flattened. Thinking about a year of fleeing, with killers from warlord organizations on one side and Yao Yue's relentless pursuit on the other, Ye Chen felt incredibly stifled.
Bang!
The can was thrown out fiercely by Ye Chen.
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a young man with brown hair and an explosive hairstyle poked his head in. Just as he did, a can came flying towards him, and he quickly dodged. Bang! The can hit the wall.
"Yo, Chen, who's riling you up?" The young man had a cigarette in his mouth, wore a crumpled shirt, and had shabby jeans. With a big smile, he walked over, grabbed a beer from Ye Chen's fridge, and laughed, "Chen, what's up? Want me to find someone to help you get revenge?"
"With your skinny ribs? You think you can avenge me?" Ye Chen glared at him.
This kid is a student at Jianghuai Vocational School, named Feng Zhixiao, not cut out for studying at all. Usually goes around with a bunch of students collecting protection fees, setting up scenes for people, nothing serious, no prospects. He lives in Xinhai District, his parents are divorced, and he lives with his mother. His mom runs business out of town year-round, so he usually hangs out alone. Once, at the entrance of the district, he was surrounded by a group of social youths. If not for Ye Chen's intervention, he might have lost an arm.
Ever since then, this kid's been hanging around Ye Chen, regularly showing up at Ye Chen's place. Always bragging about his "army," but never seen him bring more than three underlings, one of whom was a sixth-grade elementary student.
"Chen, you just don't get it!" Feng Zhixiao chuckled, "This is called physical beauty. Who says these are ribs? Didn't I win third place in our school's runway contest last time?"