Hades, the Urban Legend

Chapter 65: Descending into Hell

These women were indeed bold and gossipy. Yang Chen gained a new understanding once again.

Usually, he was the one teasing women, but ever since he entered Yulei International, he found himself often teased by these young ladies. While Yang Chen felt quite annoyed by this, he finally realized the truth of "political power grows out of the barrel of a gun." Even more dangerously, he began to understand that "those who have no shame are invincible."

Thus, Yang Chen's hand stealthily crept up Zhao Hongyan's thigh, slowly venturing beneath her black uniform skirt...

In no time, Zhao Hongyan...

Continuing like this, Zhao Hongyan even felt she might not be able to withstand the intense pleasure and climb right up in the office, in front of everyone!

"Ding Ling Ling! Ding Ling Ling!"

Suddenly, the phone on Zhao Hongyan's desk rang. It was like an alarm, jolting Zhao Hongyan out of her daze, making her hurriedly turn her chair back to her seat and pick up the phone.

After Zhao Hongyan pantingly finished the call, she turned back with some irritation and gave Yang Chen a fierce glare.

After teasing his senior colleague, Yang Chen felt much relieved. Just as he was about to open his computer to play some of his so-called high IQ games, his phone vibrated. Most calls he received lately were not good news, but when he picked up this call, he finally realized that the previous calls were nothing compared to this...

It was Wang Ma calling, her voice trembling, panic-stricken, and interspersed with sobs—"Madam... Sir... Miss... she's been kidnapped!"

Lin Ruoxi kidnapped?! Wasn't she recuperating in the hospital?!

"Wang Ma, explain clearly, what happened?" Yang Chen's mind shook, but he calmed down.

"I just received a call from the master, asking the young master to go to Warehouse No. 84 at the far east of Zhonghai Port. Miss and Miss Mo have been taken there... and... we're not allowed to call the police, or else..." Wang Ma's voice choked up towards the end.

"Wang Ma, have you confirmed this?"

"I have... the hospital nurses are also worried. Miss Mo was accompanying little Jia for a walk in the garden and didn't return. I've instructed the hospital to keep it under wraps for now, but secrets don't stay hidden for long. What should we do..."

Such a thing happening to a father and daughter, Yang Chen could only regret not having crippled Lin Kun. This man had a surprising "virtue"—a strong will, he wouldn't shed a tear until he was in his coffin!

"Wang Ma, don't worry for now. I'll handle this matter. Wait for my updates at home." Yang Chen comforted Wang Ma before ending the call.

Yang Chen felt puzzled. Normally, with Lin Kun's capabilities, it shouldn't be possible for him to kidnap two grown women from a hospital garden and transport them to the Zhonghai Port without assistance. There must be someone highly skilled in this field assisting him. However, considering Xu Zhihong's previous actions had already crossed Lin Ruoxi's bottom line, it was unlikely he would help Lin Kun. So, who could it be?

Although he knew Lin Kun probably intended to lure him and seek revenge, and might not harm the two women for now, Yang Chen decided to act quickly, fearing that Lin Kun might have done something to them beforehand.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the women in the office, Yang Chen, who had just returned, swiftly dashed out again, leaving the women exchanging glances.

Zhonghai Port was one of the largest ports in Yanxia, with a vast expanse that could only be truly appreciated in person. Like hundreds of football fields connected together, many of the docks and warehouses would be abandoned, especially during the off-season of maritime transportation, making many areas deserted all day long.

The azure sea stretched endlessly, and amidst the sound of waves, the port seemed unusually desolate.

As the car entered the port area, it sped along the flat ground. If viewed from a distance, the white sedan would seem like a missile streaking along the coastline of the port.

Yang Chen focused intently on the surroundings, pressing down on the accelerator while looking at the numbers on the warehouses along the roadside. After nearly ten minutes of driving eastward, he finally found the huge warehouse with the bright red letters "84."

The entire warehouse appeared dilapidated, with the rusty iron gate slightly ajar, and piles of abandoned stones and lime powder scattered around, making it look messy.

The closer they got to their destination, the calmer Yang Chen felt. Honestly, "kidnapping" was a term he used on others in the past. He never expected someone to come and kidnap his women. Although a certain cold Miss might not see it that way, it was enough to make Yang Chen feel both amused and helpless.

Closing the car door confidently, Yang Chen glanced around the warehouse and furrowed his brows. Although it was hard to notice, his keen awareness detected several hidden corners of the warehouse where professionals were stationed for surveillance, with angles perfectly positioned to monitor every detail of the warehouse. If he wasn't mistaken, they also held medium-range firearms.

This was a group operating at an international level of professionalism. Yang Chen found everything beginning to get interesting, even feeling a bit excited.

Entering through the warehouse door, a stale, musty smell greeted him. Before him lay an empty warehouse floor, with sunlight streaming in through a few crude windows, causing the dusty air inside to seem hazy.

In one corner of the warehouse, Yang Chen spotted two figures bound together.

Lin Ruoxi and Mo Qianni were both seated on a chair, their hands and feet tied to the chair, back-to-back, unable to see each other's faces.

In front of them, a group of agile men, dressed in various colored short-sleeved shirts, had gathered. Some were muscular, some lean, but most had dark skin, evidently exposed to strong sunlight for long periods.

What caught Yang Chen's attention was that when this group of men saw him enter, they didn't show much of a reaction, as if they didn't care about him at all, continuing to converse among themselves. What intrigued Yang Chen even more was the weapons they carried on their backs or in their hands, almost all of them AK47s, M16s, and other powerful assault rifles.

These firearms themselves weren't anything special, but their appearance was noteworthy in Yanxia. In a foreign country like the United States, even if someone paraded around with an M16 on the streets, Yang Chen wouldn't bother to spare a glance. However, for such a group to appear in a country where handguns were rare, it was quite bizarre.

Yang Chen was well aware that the stubborn organization calling themselves the "Guardians of Yanxia" wasn't just boasting. To be able to evade their surveillance and carry out kidnappings in Zhonghai, they must have considerable capabilities.

As Yang Chen pondered this, Lin Kun, who had been smiling obsequiously with several burly men, finally noticed him and immediately his face twisted into a hateful smirk.

"Mr. Lin, is this the young man you wanted us to capture?" A man with short hair, wearing a white sleeveless shirt and military camouflage pants, seemed to be the leader of the group. He held a Desert Eagle, a handgun only truly powerful soldiers could handle, which was also the only handgun among this group, and asked Lin Kun in English.

At this point, Yang Chen had approached closer. Hearing the man's Vietnamese-accented English, he couldn't help but be surprised. So, these were Vietnamese.

"Yes, Mr. Long, I hope you can catch him. I want to send him to hell with my own hands!" Lin Kun said viciously.