Chapter 15: Needing a Proxy

Lin Ruoxi couldn't help but wonder if she had misheard. How could there be such shameless audacity in the world?

Seeing the woman's expression, her little gestures, Yang Chen couldn't help but tease, "What's wrong, feeling jealous?"

"You really know how to flatter yourself. You're overthinking it," Lin Ruoxi said coldly.

"What does that expression of yours mean then?" Yang Chen asked.

Lin Ruoxi just snorted coldly, too indifferent to bother responding, but her disdain and sarcasm were evident in her eyes.

Seeing her silence, Yang Chen didn't push it further. If a woman wanted to think whatever she wanted, he couldn't be bothered. He left on his own.

The street of bars seemed particularly deserted during the day. A few stray cats and dogs wandered about, and there was hardly any pedestrian or vehicular traffic, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the night.

After pushing open the door of the Rose Bar, Yang Chen greeted the drowsy bartender, Xiao Zhao, at the entrance and made his way to the back passage of the bar.

The bar staff who saw Yang Chen come in didn't stop him; instead, they respectfully greeted him. It was evident they knew that Yang Chen's relationship with the Rose Bar was not ordinary.

The corridor at the back of the bar was surprisingly long, stretching for over fifty meters. At the end stood two tall men in suits, guarding a beautifully carved wooden door three meters away from them. When they saw Yang Chen approaching, they immediately bowed neatly and gestured to invite him forward.

Yang Chen nodded and walked up, pushing open the intricately carved wooden door. Inside, he was greeted by a natural fragrance, infused with a hint of lavender.

This was a surprisingly spacious room, with clean brown-yellow wooden floors, black marble walls, and a central king-sized leather bed over seven feet wide. The coffee-colored decor gave the room a slightly dim allure, exuding a low-key elegance. One side of the room was partitioned off by glass doors, beyond which lay an outdoor swimming pool and a small garden.

It was hard to imagine that behind the bustling bar, there existed such a tranquil sanctuary—this was Rose's "home."

As soon as Yang Chen stepped inside, he subconsciously felt a sudden chill. At the same time, without hesitation, Yang Chen instinctively raised his right hand to block!

"Swish!" A sharp whooshing sound pierced the air as a fair hand wielding a sharp, cold blade suddenly appeared three inches from Yang Chen's cheek, only to be deftly blocked in the nick of time!

The ambush thwarted, the dagger swiftly rotated in the palm like a flowing stream, once again thrusting towards Yang Chen's ribs!

Yang Chen calmly pressed his hand against the smooth arm, giving it a gentle squeeze and applying outward force, preventing the arm holding the dagger from getting any closer to his body.

Realizing that her strength was no match, the assailant lifted her leg and tried to kick Yang Chen's lower back, but Yang Chen had already seen through all her moves, seizing the arm holding the dagger and shifting it downward!

Before the leg could fully rise, the dagger had already become a formidable barrier blocking the path...

"Let's stop playing!"

Rose pouted her rosy lips in frustration, casually tossing the dagger aside. "It's always like this. I really don't know how you, this monster, trained yourself. You're younger than me and yet your skills are so abnormal!"

Yang Chen released Rose's silky arm, feeling a twinge of reluctance at the delicate touch. He turned around, his expression somewhat amused. "Not bad. You're a bit faster than a month ago. Progress is progress."

"But still no match for you..."

Rose rolled her eyes at Yang Chen, gracefully reclining on the large bed. Since they were in her room, Rose dressed very casually, wearing a white lace silk nightgown that left her milky thighs generously exposed, gleaming with an ivory-like luster.

Yang Chen couldn't help but glance over...

A hint of satisfaction glimmered in Rose's eyes. Although for certain reasons, this man she had fallen for had always avoided getting too close to her. But at the moment, it seemed that he had no resistance to her body. With a sense of joy in her heart, she boldly threw him a seductive glance, her eyes shimmering with a watery allure that could captivate anyone's soul.

"Yang Chen... do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Beautiful..." Yang Chen swallowed hard. Did heaven make a mistake? Was this woman from hell? Isn't it said that only devils have such a figure?

"Want to touch..." Rose blinked, her hand slowly pulling down the neckline of her top, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

Yang Chen took a sharp intake of breath. Although he had seen many beauties, his own wife, Lin Ruoxi, had an incomparably stunning face. However, the woman in front of him, Rose, although slightly inferior in appearance, was still a top-tier beauty, and her figure was like a ripe peach.

At this moment, Rose was like a blooming red rose, her sweet scent intoxicating.

Yang Chen approached slowly, until he was in front of Rose, then slowly bent down, staring directly into Rose's captivating eyes. Suddenly, he smirked mischievously, "Rose, I really want to touch, but if I do, will you chop off my hand with a dagger?"

"Can I?" Rose breathed out softly.

"You're too tempting. My bones are turning to jelly. I might really be powerless then."

"Do you want to try?"

Yang Chen suddenly inhaled the scent emanating from Rose's body, his gaze becoming particularly clear. "Is there something you need me to take care of?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the once overflowing beauty in Rose's eyes instantly dimmed. Instead, a hint of disappointment, decline, pain, and resentment surfaced... A mix of emotions overwhelmed Rose, causing her to suddenly laugh foolishly. "Hehe, Yang Chen, so this is how you see me..."

"How do I see you?" Yang Chen chuckled playfully.

"Do you think that I've been seducing you all this time because I want to use your strength to achieve my goals?" Rose asked unabashedly.

"Exactly. Your terrifying strength is something I've never seen before. You embody the concept of invincibility," she continued, pulling up the collar of her own shirt to cover the exposed beautiful skin, facing Yang Chen as she spoke softly. "Similarly, I need you very much. Although my Crimson Society and my father's Western Alliance currently appear to be the two major gangs in the western district, my Crimson Society is still too young. If a real war breaks out, the Western Alliance may lose some people, but we, the Crimson Society, will undoubtedly be wiped out..."

At this point, a hint of coldness appeared on Rose's charming face. "Yang Chen, do you remember the night we first met...? That night, I was ambushed. Everyone around me was killed, and I was left alone, fleeing for my life on the streets..."

Yang Chen listened quietly, nodding slightly as the scene from that night gradually surfaced in his mind...