Hades, the Urban Legend

Chapter 711: Chapter 714: Need Coordinates

Hanging up the phone, Yang Chen exhaled. This task, while not particularly difficult, was certainly something he was reluctant to do, especially late at night.

Nearby, Yang Pojun, An Xin, and others had heard Yang Chen's conversation and understood what was happening.

Yang Chen gently touched An Xin's face. "I'm going to capture your father and hand him over. Do you mind? If you don't want him to get into trouble, I can protect him."

An Xin's eyes welled up with tears, but she forced a smile. "If I said I didn't mind at all, I'd be lying. But since he doesn't care about me anymore, how could I let the man who loves me be troubled because of him? Go ahead, whatever you decide, I'll support you. Just be careful, don't get hurt."

Yang Chen looked at her tenderly, "You always know how to tug at my heartstrings, making it impossible for me to see you cry."

With a sigh, Yang Chen hugged An Xin tightly before turning to Yang Pojun standing at the steps. "I'll bring An Zaihuan back here within two or three hours, before dawn. If you don't want to wait, you can leave, but you can't touch anyone here."

Yang Pojun replied coldly, "I want to see what you can accomplish in such a short time. I will stay here with my men and wait. As soldiers, our duty is to follow orders. Since the Defense Ministry has agreed, we will adhere to the rules."

After speaking, Yang Pojun ordered his men to release the An family members and return them to the house, ensuring strict supervision but without violence.

The An family relatives, now without any direction, looked to Yang Chen as their savior. Any previous resentment they felt towards him was replaced by expressions of gratitude and remorse.

Yang Chen, seeing that everything was in order, casually walked out the front door, looking more like a leisurely stroll than a man on a mission.

Once Yang Chen was out of sight, An Xin blushed and shyly said to Yang Pojun, "Commander Yang, please come inside and have some tea."

Although Yang Chen showed no respect for his biological father, An Xin dared not be impolite.

Yang Pojun gave An Xin a complicated look. The deep affection she had for Yang Chen was evident, even to someone of his generation. He couldn't help but ask, "With your qualities, is it really worth being a third party for that guy?"

An Xin was taken aback, but after a moment, she shyly smiled, "Sometimes I feel unwilling, but when he treats me well, nothing else matters."

The stern look on Yang Pojun's face softened as he sighed and shook his head, lost in thought as he entered the house.

An Xin, though puzzled, didn't dwell on it. She glanced back at the door before following him inside.

The night wind blew gently, stirring the city that never truly sleeps. There are always some who cannot rest.

By the river, under a bridge, several dirty, grimy figures were busy with their tasks.

A black-faced man with a thick beard was gripping the legs of a woman, her skin marred with saliva, kiss marks, and bruises. The woman, unable to resist, could only let out muffled cries.

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"I can't tell how old this woman is. She looks at least in her forties, but her skin is like a young girl's. Rich people really know how to maintain themselves," one man commented.

"Who cares? Rich or poor, she's ours now. Let's have our fun and leave by morning. This woman's background is unclear; someone might come looking. Better to avoid trouble!" another responded, laughing crudely.

The men continued their filthy banter, planning to indulge themselves until dawn. Encounters like this were rare for homeless drifters like them.

Meanwhile, Luo Cuishan, who had been subjected to their torment for an unknown period, lay with swollen eyes and a dirty, tear-streaked face, barely able to cry anymore.

She had awakened to searing pain and what followed was worse than any hell she could have imagined.

Luo Cuishan realized that Yang Chen's men had thrown her here, a punishment for her failures.

She had no energy left to hate Yang Chen, knowing her life was over. The proud woman wished for death.

Above the bridge, in a jeep, Sea Eagle team members Adeline and Fanny, who had arrived recently, chatted and laughed.

"His Majesty Hades really knows how to punish people. Those four tramps down there will probably go at it until they drop," Fanny giggled.

Adeline played with a small camcorder, reviewing the recorded footage and photos, laughing evilly. "This is my first time doing this kind of work. Looks like I'm a good photographer. Fanny, look at this expression. It seems the lady is really enjoying herself, haha..."

Fanny laughed so hard she nearly fell over. "Since we have the footage, why are we still following her?"

Adeline nodded, "His Majesty Hades said this is just the first act. After this, we need to follow the Prime Minister's wife and document her experiences realistically. The boss said we're making an art film. It can't just be about the physical stuff; we need to capture the details of real life and evoke a deep emotional response."

Fanny chuckled, "What kind of life scenes could there be? I bet she'll commit suicide by morning."

"Suicide is also an ending. We just need to document it and give it to His Majesty," Adeline stretched, "Alright, let's rest. You have to keep me company. Shooting an art film alone would be boring."

Fanny rolled her eyes, "How could this job be boring?"

As for Luo Cuishan's fate, Yang Chen, currently high above the ocean, didn't care.

Floating as if walking on land, Yang Chen stood among low clouds, unaffected by the freezing winds and temperatures below minus forty degrees.

Leaving the An family residence, Yang Chen no longer held back. He teleported directly to the sea and made a call to Macedonia, waiting for information on An Zaihuan's exact location.

An Zaihuan could only be in one of a few places: either a Philippine base or a U.S. military base. If it were anywhere else, Yanxia's spies would have already tracked him down. Israel's Mossad agents, on par with the FBI, have spies in every U.S. military base. Macedon, the bald, fat pirate and spy leader, controlled not only the Jewish Mossad but also many other elite spy organizations. Thus, checking military base details was something Macedon could handle more efficiently than Solon.

Sure enough, within five minutes, Macedon called back, laughing smugly. "Your Majesty Hades, the man you're looking for, An Zaihuan, was placed in the U.S. Navy's Third Naval Base in South Asia three hours ago. I can send you the coordinates immediately. I also have the details of their troop deployment. Or, if you prefer, I can send someone to extract him for you?"

Yang Chen replied, "Just the coordinates. I'll handle the rest myself; it'll be faster that way."

Macedon didn't argue and quickly sent the precise location. For someone like Yang Chen, who had the world map memorized, finding a large naval base was no challenge.

With the coordinates now in hand, Yang Chen prepared to teleport again, this time straight to the Third Naval Base in South Asia. The cold winds and freezing temperatures of the high seas didn't faze him in the slightest. He focused his energy, and in an instant, he was gone, moving with the speed and precision that marked his extraordinary abilities.

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