Chapter 66: Do We Know Each Other?

Meanwhile, seated on two chairs, Lin Ruoxi and Mo Qianni also noticed Yang Chen approaching. Lin Ruoxi looked at Yang Chen with a complex expression, her fair face showing a hint of despair, while Mo Qianni appeared stubborn yet somewhat surprised, as if she couldn't believe Yang Chen had come alone for them.

The tall man named Long glanced at Yang Chen and said expressionlessly, "Mr. Lin, I have to say, the price you paid us is not worth it. If it's about dealing with this man, one of my brothers is enough."

The burly men holding guns beside him smirked arrogantly, apparently agreeing with their leader's assessment.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Kun said, "No, Mr. Long. Once I deal with this kid and get the shares that should rightfully be mine from that bitch, the money I gave you will be nothing!" With a hint of fanaticism on his face, he looked towards Lin Ruoxi in the corner.

In fact, years of extravagance had reduced Lin Kun's original 30% stake in Yulei International to nothing. Constantly selling off his shares to other shareholders had led him down a path of ruin. This time, he had sold off his remaining shares just to make a desperate gamble.

Fearless, Lin Ruoxi also looked at Lin Kun, her expression devoid of any emotion as she said calmly, "Lin Kun, you disappoint me."

Realizing that there was no turning back for this man, she addressed him by his name, not the title of father.

However, what she didn't expect was that in such a dire situation, another man, who had nothing to do with all this, would calmly face the consequences that shouldn't have befallen him.

Looking at Yang Chen with a hint of guilt, Lin Ruoxi, though the impression this man gave her was not favorable, couldn't deny feeling touched by his solitary arrival.

"Lin Kun, you're not a man! How could you treat your own daughter like this!" Mo Qianni, fiery-tempered as always, couldn't hold back her curses any longer.

With a wild laugh, Lin Kun looked at Mo Qianni with malicious intent in his eyes. "You wild brat, I've never liked you. Once this is over, I'll teach you a lesson! If it weren't for the old lady protecting you before, I would've had you in my bed hundreds of times! What do you think you are? Just a bitch raised by the Lin family!"

"You're shameless! Despicable! Vile!" Mo Qianni's face flushed with anger, struggling and trying to free herself, but the professional binding techniques rendered her efforts futile.

Seeing Lin Ruoxi's apologetic look towards him and Mo Qianni's brave resistance, Yang Chen couldn't help but feel a bit fond of these two women. One could distinguish right from wrong and knew gratitude, while the other wasn't afraid of authority, displaying courage and integrity.

Unfortunately, throughout the course of human history, women always played the role of the weaker party. The emergence of feminism was due to women not receiving equal treatment, and the most direct reason—women simply couldn't overpower men.

The situation before them was just like this. No matter how radiant these two women were in the business world, no matter how many men they defeated, when faced with the most primitive, crude attacks, they had nothing else to do besides verbal confrontation.

Perhaps this was one of the conditions needed for human reproduction. If women were as powerful as men, how could men have the chance to be heroes and rescue them?

The sturdy man named Long seemed to not understand Chinese. He paid little attention to the quarrel between Lin Kun and the two women. Instead, he looked at Yang Chen. Seeing no signs of fear from Yang Chen, he approached with some appreciation and said in English, "Though you're about to be sent to hell, you're a brave man. I'll give you a proper burial."

Yang Chen chuckled oddly, his eyes sizing up the man with interest. He then spoke a sentence that neither Lin Kun nor the two women understood.

"What's your name, Mr. Dragon?" Yang Chen continued smiling.

The tall man looked slightly surprised, furrowing his brow, and replied in the same language, "You speak Vietnamese?"

"Who is Long Zanhua to you?" Yang Chen continued with a smile.

If speaking Vietnamese had puzzled the man, then after Yang Chen asked about "Long Zanhua" in Vietnamese, the only expression left on the man's face was "shock"!

"Who exactly are you?" The man's expression became serious.

As only the Vietnamese present could understand the conversation, Yang Chen openly said, "Find a more secluded corner, and I'll slowly tell you."

The man's eyes flickered with anticipation, but ultimately nodded, making a gesture for Yang Chen to lead the way.

Lin Kun, who was bewildered by the conversation, couldn't help but ask urgently, "Mr. Long! What does this mean?! I'm the client, what's going on?! Why aren't you arresting him?! I paid the money!"

"Don't bother me!" The man named Long raised the Desert Eagle in his hand, pointing the dark muzzle directly at Lin Kun's forehead, his tone chilling. "We're only hired by you. It's not up to you to give orders on how we operate!"

Terrified, Lin Kun sat on the ground, trembling, too frightened to utter another word.

Yang Chen couldn't be bothered to even glance at Lin Kun. Leading the man to another corner, he made sure that nobody nearby could see what was happening before turning around and asking in Vietnamese, "Why has the 'Jiaoshark' come to Yanxia? Aren't you afraid of the 'Yanhuang Iron Brigade'?"

Upon hearing "Jiaoshark" and "Yanhuang Iron Brigade," the man's pupils contracted, and the Desert Eagle in his hand suddenly aimed at Yang Chen's head as he hoarsely asked, "Who are you?! Why do you know us, and what's your relationship with the Yanhuang Iron Brigade?!"

Yang Chen shook his head wryly. "If I were from the Yanhuang Iron Brigade, do you think you'd still be standing alive?"

"Then who are you?" The man didn't dare to let his guard down. The man before him gave him a strange sense of oppression. The longer he looked at him, the more he felt different from his initial impression.

After some hesitation, Yang Chen reached into his shirt pocket.

A small shirt pocket couldn't possibly contain a weapon, so the man didn't consider it a threatening move to shoot. He just waited quietly to see what Yang Chen would take out.

"Do you recognize this?" Yang Chen took out a small ring from his pocket. It was about the size of a typical wedding ring, made of platinum. Due to its age, the ring lacked the luster of new ones.

There were no jewels on it, just a simple metal ring. What was peculiar was the intricate patterns on the ring, resembling the sheen of ink jade, with such complexity that it was dazzling.

If at first glance the man found the ring somewhat familiar, when he suddenly glimpsed the delicate Latin inscription engraved on the inner side of the ring, he felt his blood freeze and a sense of suffocation in his lungs!