On the rooftop of Chaoyang Construction Company, Chen Jincheng listened quietly to his phone, his expression a mix of disbelief and amusement. He never imagined that an ordinary employee of his company could turn the tables so dramatically in just a few days. That employee's bodyguard had beaten up the thugs he had hired at great expense, even killing two in a bloody confrontation.
"I’ll wire you some money immediately. Take your men and lay low for a while. Don’t come back until this matter is settled," he said before hanging up. His mind was awash with mixed feelings, including a hint of shock.
Most people didn't know, but that bald man he hired was a top underground fighter, with a known track record of deadly encounters. Not just any ruthless character, but a truly dangerous individual. Even with such force, they had failed to bring that kid in.
"Dad, is that guy's bodyguard really that formidable?" Chen Yi, standing nearby and being the sole heir of Chen Jincheng, couldn’t help but ask. The anxiety in his father's voice was clear over the phone, even from where he was standing.
Hearing how his father had been outwitted and almost emasculated by an upstart had made him quite concerned. While he lacked any special qualities himself, he was aware of his reliance on his father’s wealth. Without him, not only would his opulent lifestyle disappear, but he wouldn't be able to manage the family business either.
Therefore, even if he didn’t care much about his father's well-being, he feared any threat to his father's safety. As long as no one contested the family fortune, his life of leisure would remain intact.
"Dad, I have a friend who knows some special people. How about I hire a hitman to take care of him?" Chen Yi suggested cautiously.
In Southeast Asia, he indeed had a "friend" connected to a major drug lord. With enough money, hiring a sniper to eliminate someone was a quick affair.
As for taking a life? Pfft, Chen Yi had killed before, back in middle school. A fool had tried to stop him from pursuing the class beauty, leading to a brutal assault as a warning. To this day, he had never faced any consequences. In southern Beijing, while the Chen family wasn’t the most elite, they were certainly feared. In his view, no matter how much Russell had succeeded unexpectedly, he wasn't untouchable.
There was no comparison in their underlying power—Russell was simply a lucky upstart.
"No need. It’s the thought that counts. Your old man has been through worse. He’s just a minor clown. Killing him alone wouldn’t satisfy my grudge. Russell, I want you to regret ever crossing me," Chen Jincheng sneered viciously.
Both father and son were cut from the same cloth—arrogant and infamous among those in the know. Chen Jincheng gnashed his teeth with venomous hatred.
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"Russell, I admit I underestimated you. But if you think hiring a foreign bodyguard will shield you from my vengeance, you’re sorely mistaken. You’ll learn that incurring my wrath ensures a miserable end."
Chen Jincheng’s face twisted with malevolent satisfaction at the thought of his close call, nearly losing his manhood. At his age and with his wealth, his sole pleasure was indulging in women. Not only had Russell dared to strike back, but he had come perilously close to ruining his physical capabilities. His rage was boundless.
"Hmm, I heard from that nosy neighbor that the kid has a lovely sister in high school. Yi, I leave her to you. Use any means necessary to bring Luo Xiner here. But remember, until I give the word, no one lays a finger on her. Understood?" Chen Jincheng instructed his son with a sleazy grin.
"Hehe, don’t worry, Dad. I’ll get right on it." Chen Yi left the office with a shadow of malice flickering across his face. He resented his father's restrictions.
Handling such matters was nothing new to him. He hoped Luo Xiner wasn’t too captivating; having to hand her over to his father without touching her would be a waste.
"Hey, Director He? You can send your people now," Chen Jincheng ordered over the phone once his son had left.
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Returning to his villa, Russell found the front gate open and the furniture and appliances inside wrecked. His heart raced with a premonition of impending danger.
The mere thought of someone as beautiful as Hera falling into their hands was unbearable. He couldn't fathom what horrors she might endure.
Fighting the rising anxiety, he called Hera. To his immense relief, she answered, informing him that she had been in America on business for two days, thus avoiding any fallout from his actions. Russell exhaled heavily in gratitude.
With one worry eased, Russell lit a cigarette, took a few deep drags, and began to think deeply.
He had underestimated the old pervert’s capabilities, not expecting him to discover that Russell was the culprit and find his new address in such a short time.
What concerned him most was the safety of his family. Fortunately, there was a small grace: due to a clerical error, his ID had mistakenly listed his address as "Lo Stone Village" instead of the correct "Luo Family Village." Initially, he hadn’t bothered to fix it, assuming his rural hometown didn’t warrant scrutiny. But now, that mistake might help protect his family.
At the very least, Chen Jincheng wouldn't be able to quickly harm his distant family, given the considerable distance from southern Beijing to his remote hometown.
But if this looming threat wasn’t eliminated, it would remain a constant danger.
"Chen Jincheng, you’ve pushed me to this point," Russell thought coldly. Remembering the recent brutal attack and the destruction of his home, he realized there was no room for compromise.
Deep down, he regretted his rash actions. Had he known Chen Jincheng’s reach and ruthlessness, he would have delayed his revenge until he was more powerful.
"Master, this threat can’t be left unchecked," said Kaiser, sensing his master's troubled heart, his voice brimming with murderous intent.
In Kaiser’s mind, eliminating such a nuisance was as trivial as killing a chicken. He didn’t understand why his master hesitated.
"Eliminate him?"
It was daunting. Unless Russell planned to flee abroad, considering Chen Jincheng’s status, avoiding retribution was nearly impossible. But if he didn’t act, he wouldn’t find peace. As Russell pondered this, his eyes grew colder.
"Bang!" A loud crash shook the villa's door.
"Freeze, hands on your head, against the wall." The intrusion wasn't the thugs, nor petty burglars, but a group of uniformed police officers.
"We received a tip-off about a large drug stash here. Cooperate or be charged with resisting arrest," barked a captain in his thirties with a mustache, signaling his squad of officers to swarm in like wolves.