Hades, the Urban Legend

Chapter 74: Connect the Dots

"This is my lifesaver. I almost got hit by a car just now, and it was this uncle who pulled me back," Tangtang answered truthfully.

"What?!"

Seeing several bodyguards looking solemn, Tangtang recounted the incident without hiding anything. When she mentioned the danger, the bodyguards broke out in a cold sweat. If she had really been hit by a car and died, they wouldn't need to continue their jobs, and even surviving would become difficult!

Little Yong glanced strangely at Yang Chen and approached him. "Thank you, Mr. Yang, for saving our young miss. I wonder if you would be willing to accompany us for a while, so that our master can express his gratitude."

The implication was clear: they suspected Yang Chen might have ulterior motives or might be working with the assailant to gain their trust.

Yang Chen understood their meaning well. Even if he had the time, he wouldn't bother explaining anything. He waved his hand. "I know what you're thinking. This has nothing to do with me. If your master has offended someone, let him deal with it. I just saved this girl's life out of convenience. Don't blame me."

Little Yong frowned. "If Mr. Yang is innocent, he shouldn't be afraid to meet our master."

Yang Chen chuckled. "Whether I'm afraid or not has nothing to do with it. Why should your master demand to see me? Why doesn't he come to see me instead, and I'll have a word with him?"

"Mr. Yang, if you refuse to cooperate, don't blame us for being rude!" Little Yong, seeing Yang Chen's refusal to accompany them, found him increasingly suspicious.

The other bodyguards, sensing their leader's determination, immediately surrounded Yang Chen, looking fierce and hostile, not allowing him to leave.

At this point, Tangtang couldn't bear it anymore. "Little Yong, what's with your attitude? Yang Chen saved me. Why are you making things difficult for him? If he really wanted to harm me, he could have just let the car hit me!"

"The little girl has more sense than you guys," Yang Chen sighed.

Little Yong had a solemn expression as he said, "Miss, you don't understand. Many people use this method to get close to their target and then gain even greater benefits. Please don't make it difficult for us."

Yang Chen burst into laughter. "Have you watched too many gangster movies or undercover cop dramas? I don't have time to deal with you lunatics. If you don't want to regret it, get out of my way."

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"Then it's up to Mr. Yang's skills," Little Yong said, directing his men, "Get him, and take him back!"

"You're asking for it..."

Yang Chen was truly angry now. Originally, he didn't want to attract too much attention on the street, in front of passersby, but these people were clearly relentless.

Before the bodyguards could approach, Yang Chen flicked his cigarette butt. The powerful force turned the flying butt into a small steel ball, which slammed into the forehead of one of the bodyguards directly across from him!

The bodyguard was knocked out cold by the impact and fell to the ground.

Yang Chen's hands and feet were also not idle. He moved in small circles as much as possible to avoid overly flamboyant movements. He used a few seemingly light karate moves, but the power was still astonishing. With each clash against the bodyguards, they either broke bones or fell to the ground in muscle pain and couldn't get up.

If it weren't for his restraint over the past year and a half, Yang Chen wouldn't have doubted that he had killed them all.

Little Yong was internally shocked. He was well aware of the skills of his men. Handling those black-belted karate experts one-on-one was more than enough for them. How could this seemingly ordinary man possess such incredible strength with his seemingly ordinary karate moves?!

"You're indeed not an ordinary person..." Little Yong broke out in a cold sweat, pulling the stunned Tangtang behind him.

Yang Chen gave him a disdainful glance and sneered, "Of course, I'm not ordinary. I want to harm your young miss. What do you think? Can you beat me? You can't even protect yourself, let alone your young miss. Stop joking."

"Even if I die, I won't let you harm my young miss!" Little Yong's muscles tensed all over his body. He said to Tangtang behind him, "Miss, run quickly! This man is very dangerous!"

Tangtang anxiously pleaded, "Little Yong, stop fighting! You can't beat him. Yang Chen won't hurt me!"

Yang Chen felt the urge to kill someone for the first time because of someone's stupidity. He rolled his eyes, chuckled in frustration, and said, "Although I know that when we're calling someone an idiot, we should consider whether we're idiots ourselves, I have to admit, some people just deserve to be scolded. You damn fool!"

He flipped off the nervous Little Yong and shook his head, then turned and walked away. The pedestrians on the street pointed and whispered, but no one dared to block Yang Chen's path.

Seeing that Yang Chen had no intention of attacking, Little Yong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly helped Tangtang into the Toyota. He said, "Miss, get in quickly. It'll be bad if this man comes back later! We need to leave here quickly!"

Tangtang looked speechlessly at the sweaty Little Yong, tapped her forehead, and sighed, "Little Yong, did no one ever tell you that you're stupid?"

Little Yong, bewildered by the unexpected question, nodded and replied, "No, Miss. What's wrong?"

"Then now you do! Idiot!" Tangtang yelled and left without even looking back.

Leaving Little Yong standing there dumbfounded, he looked at his brothers on the ground and then at the departing Tangtang, his face full of confusion.

On Monday, Yang Chen walked into the office again with a hot breakfast. Having bought breakfast multiple times, he had gained some experience, such as which vendor had more meat filling, which one had chewier noodles, and even which one diluted their soy milk less.

These small details might seem insignificant to ordinary people, but Yang Chen, who enjoyed the simple life, found them enjoyable. He felt that it was akin to selling lamb skewers—practice makes perfect.

Of course, if he voiced these thoughts, it would undoubtedly attract ridicule from a group of people.

Zhang Cai, who arrived relatively late, seemed to be in a good mood. She had curled her hair slightly, making her round and pretty face even more charming.

After giving Yang Chen a sweet smile, she picked up a bag of soup dumplings and hesitated before taking two fried dumplings. She said, "Thanks for providing such a hearty breakfast every day. I've already gained two kilograms."

Yang Chen was munching on a scallion pancake and suggested, "The scallion pancakes with pickled vegetables I bought today taste pretty good. You can give them a try."

"I'll let you keep them for yourself. I'm not a fan of scallion pancakes," Zhang Cai declined.

On the side, Zhao Hongyan teased, "Zhang Cai, if you keep increasing your breakfast intake, your husband might not want you anymore."

"Hmph, if my husband doesn't want me, I'll just find another one. Do you think I'm afraid of not finding a man?" Zhang Cai proudly joked, glancing at Yang Chen, her eyes sparkling. "Right, Brother Yang?"

Yang Chen almost choked on his food at the mention of "Brother Yang." He nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, if he doesn't want me."

"Pervert," Zhao Hongyan chuckled and scolded.

Just then, a slender figure suddenly walked up to Yang Chen. The person said softly, "Yang Chen, sorry to bother you."

The person approaching was Chen Bo, who rarely spoke in the office. This boy, who looked like a little girl, was also considered a strange flower in the Public Relations Department.

"What's up, speak up," Yang Chen said with a smile.

Chen Bo's face suddenly flushed, seeming very shy, and he stuttered, "I have something to trouble you with."

"What is it? Spit it out," Yang Chen said, amused.

Summoning his courage, Chen Bo said, "I heard you have a car. I want to ask if you could pick up my sister from the train station. I'm not familiar with the roads in Zhonghai, and it's my sister's first time here. We're afraid of being scammed if we rent a car, and it's too expensive. I was wondering if you're available."

"Is that all? You don't need to be so hesitant," Yang Chen said with a smile. "Just tell me when. I'm free every day."

Chen Bo smiled gratefully. "It's this Wednesday, on the afternoon train. Thank you so much for your trouble!"

"Just let me know when the time comes," Yang Chen agreed. Several female colleagues who were sitting nearby witnessed this scene, all showing surprise because it was rare for Chen Bo to actively seek help from someone.

After Chen Bo walked away, Yang Chen continued to play a game, but it was no longer "Connect the Dots." Instead, it was a jumping game similar to Super Mario, controlling a character to eat fruits in various scenes.

Seeing this, several female colleagues once again had nothing to say about Yang Chen.

Not long after, Mo Qianyi, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and carrying a light brown Chanel leather bag, walked gracefully into the room. She picked up a bag of soy milk and a bag of vegetable buns from Yang Chen's desk, said "thank you," and then walked into the minister's office.

"Yang Chen, have you noticed that our minister doesn't look too good lately, quite tired-looking. Could it be because of a breakup?" Zhao Hongyan suddenly leaned in and whispered.

Yang Chen glanced thoughtfully at the office area and smiled lightly, "How would I know? But at least her attitude has improved a lot, she at least says thank you for breakfast." With that, he resumed playing the game, ignoring Zhao Hongyan's gossiping beside him.

After playing games all morning, Yang Chen went to the restaurant with three female colleagues for lunch. The male colleagues at Yulei International seemed to get along well, after all, beautiful women were everywhere, and there was no phenomenon of fighting for food. Yang Chen gradually became familiar with the social circle of this company and greeted many people.

After lunch and a short nap, Yang Chen played games again until it was time to get off work.

As the summer passed, the temperature gradually dropped. By the evening, the sun had set, casting a golden glow over the streets and alleys of Zhonghai, making the whole city look crimson.

The city, with its forest of reinforced concrete, resembled an autumn maple forest, shining brightly.

Driving his increasingly familiar BMW onto the highway, Yang Chen listened to the traffic news, already thinking about what delicious food Wang Ma had prepared in the Longjing Garden villa.

But soon, Yang Chen realized something was amiss. It was a sensitivity cultivated over many years of special experiences. When Yang Chen glanced at the rearview mirror of the car, he suddenly smirked.