Chapter 235: Sea Eagle

Chapter 235: Chapter 235: Sea Eagle

Listening to Lin Ruoxi's tone, she seemed to be about to drink it again!

Yang Chen froze on the spot, then slowly placed the soup bowl back on the table, smiling bitterly. "How could that be, my dear Ruoxi, come and drink it quickly. Take a sip, eat a rice ball, and it won't taste bitter."

Lin Ruoxi came down from upstairs, picked up the soup bowl on the table, and raised the corner of her mouth slightly, as if she was trying to suppress a smile. "Are you trying to deceive a child? I'm not a three-year-old child. If I want to drink, I'll drink."

Yang Chen grinned and said, "In my eyes, aren't you just a child? You've always been a child."

Lin Ruoxi was somewhat displeased. "What are you saying? You're not older than me."

"Is it wrong to take care of you like a child?" Yang Chen said.

Lin Ruoxi blushed slightly. "I won't talk to you. You never say anything serious."

Wang Mama, who had already finished drinking the medicine, saw the young couple getting close and smiling, so she went back upstairs with a smile on her face.

Lin Ruoxi lowered her head, took a sip of the medicine, and before she could take the second sip, she spat out her tongue in disgust and wrinkled her brows.

Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh. He opened the plastic bag and took out some fresh glutinous rice balls, handing them to Lin Ruoxi.

Lin Ruoxi looked at them eagerly for a moment. Unable to resist the temptation, she took them from Yang Chen's hand and took a bite. However, feeling embarrassed, she chewed while explaining, "I just don't like wasting. If I bought them, I have to finish them."

"I know, I know, thrifty and frugal," Yang Chen said, believingly.

Lin Ruoxi mumbled, "As long as you know," before continuing to drink the medicine and eat the rice balls.

After Lin Ruoxi finished drinking the medicine and had eaten almost all the rice balls in the box, Yang Chen felt that if there were a rice ball eating contest, Lin Ruoxi could at least make it to the quarterfinals.

Carrying the empty medicine bowl, Yang Chen walked into the kitchen and started washing the pots and pans used for brewing the medicine.

Standing at the kitchen door, Lin Ruoxi watched Yang Chen's busy figure and suddenly felt a warm feeling in her heart. She stared blankly, hoping that this moment would last forever.

When Yang Chen finished washing everything and turned around, Lin Ruoxi suddenly realized what she was doing, looked away, and pretended that nothing had happened.

Yang Chen asked in bewilderment, "Ruoxi, don't you want to take a rest?"

"Well, I have something to discuss with you," Lin Ruoxi immediately remembered that she had an excuse to use. "What is it?" Yang Chen asked.

"Just now at the police station, you heard me talking to Yan Yan, right? There's an event, a party next Friday night. I want you to accompany me," Lin Ruoxi said.

Yang Chen was surprised because, from his understanding of Lin Ruoxi, she rarely participated in such public events or social engagements.

System: "Waiting to connect..."

After waiting for about a minute, the image of the blue eagle disappeared, and the computer screen showed the rugged face of a Western Caucasian man. The man's face bore a tattoo resembling a number plate, and his green eyes were like those of a leopard always searching for prey. He had reddish-brown hair and wore a British officer's cap.

"Sauron, reporting to you, Lord of the Underworld!" The man greeted with a thick London accent, performing a formal aristocratic bow. His gaze towards Yang Chen was filled with a fiery intensity.

Hearing the rigid and old-fashioned voice, a trace of nostalgia flashed through Yang Chen's eyes. He responded in English, "Sauron, it's been a long time. How is everyone?"

"Everyone is doing well, though they all miss you, Lord of the Underworld," Sauron seemed to smile, but his face, resembling a metallic structure, looked oddly discordant. Yang Chen blew a ring of smoke and said, "Sauron, I've told you many times, you are not my slave or my servant. You are my friend. Relax a bit."

Sauron grinned, revealing his blackened teeth. "Lord of the Underworld, I am quite relaxed. But you must understand, as my benefactor, I must show you my respect. I believe most of my brothers and your other friends share this sentiment. Please trust that we are happy to be friends with someone as strong as you. It's just that the process is somewhat challenging, and you never give us time to adjust."

"Alright, alright, it seems you've been spending too much time with that old man Constantine, starting to ramble like him," Yang Chen chuckled.

Sauron laughed, "Ron is an interesting guy, but he's too stingy. When I returned from Italy last week, he only gave me two bottles of wine from the 1980s, even though I saw he had champagne salvaged from a nineteenth-century shipwreck."

"Don't you know Ron's life philosophy?"

"I do—money is to be saved! Oh, may Satan forgive that damned old man. Even the stingiest demons wouldn't like him."

"He's a Catholic, you don't need to worry that your deity dislikes him," Yang Chen said.

Sauron shook his head, "No, no, trust me, Lord of the Underworld, Ron is definitely a fake Catholic. He knows very well that he won't make it to heaven. Those clothes of his can only fool women obsessed with fashion. To me, they are just rags, yet he still makes money like he's hoarding for intercontinental missiles. I find this outrageous."

Seeing Sauron's indignant expression, Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh, "You guys are still so amusing."

"Yes, Lord of the Underworld, though we think this is serious, if you find it amusing, why did you return to Yanxia? I hate having to ask the court's permission before firing a machine gun," Sauron said.

"Sauron, your interests can't be satisfied by any country at the moment. So, I don't want to explain why I came back to Yanxia. I reached out to you today because I need your help with something."

Sauron's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Lord of the Underworld, are you finally going to extend your dark influence again? Tell me, is it the Middle East? North Africa? Or... oh, damn it! I'm getting all fired up! If there's a naval battle, I can provide a few nuclear submarines. Those modified beasts are incredible!"

Yang Chen shook his head with a wry smile. "Sauron, the world has been quite peaceful these past few years. I don't want to be the instigator of any war."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. You, Lord of the Underworld, have ascended to a god-like status and indeed can't involve yourself in these matters. So, what task do you have in mind? My friends and I would be delighted to serve you!"

"Thank you, Sauron. The matter is actually quite simple. I want you to send a small team of 'Sea Eagles' to the Mediterranean Sea, near Yanxia. I need team members skilled in disguise and communication; their combat skills don't need to be too high. Additionally, I need you to help me track someone's whereabouts, but this must be done with absolute secrecy. I'll send you the person's details and my contact information in a file." Yang Chen made his request directly.

Sauron saluted with a standard naval salute. "I will fulfill this task with honor!"

"Thank you," Yang Chen smiled, cut off the communication, and then sent over the prepared documents.

After finishing his business, Yang Chen sat back on his bed, intending to take a nap. Just then, his phone vibrated again.