Chapter 430: Chapter 430: Strategic Planning
Yuan Hewei was surprised by Yang Chen's question, "Why are you asking that?"
"Since we know the source, wouldn't it be better to go and resolve it directly?" Yang Chen said casually.
Yang Jieyu frowned, "Yang Chen, don't be reckless. Even if your martial arts are impressive, do you know that Zeng Mao resigned from his position as the head of the Zeng family to seek revenge against you two in Zhonghai in his personal capacity? This means he's prepared to fight to the death. Having been in politics for many years, he surely has experts protecting him, and he can equip his men with firearms. How do you plan to fight against that?"
In Yang Jieyu's mind, even though she knew Yang Chen had remarkable martial arts skills, she didn't believe anyone could withstand a barrage of bullets.
"Yes, Yang Chen, don't be impulsive. I know you're angry now, and so am I," Guo Xuehua sighed. "I never imagined that Zeng Mao, an elder, would come to Zhonghai to seek revenge against you two young ones. I read in the papers that Zeng Xinlin committed suicide because Changlin Media lost to Yu Lei International in the business world. Even if you did kill him, it was his own doing. How could Zeng Mao be so shameless?"
"Sister-in-law," Yang Jieyu looked at Guo Xuehua with a complicated expression, "Zeng Mao is acting out of grief for losing a loved one. Sending off a white-haired elder and losing his most treasured grandson would make anyone desperate. Sister-in-law, think about it. If someone killed one of your two sons, would you care about face?"
Guo Xuehua trembled, glancing at Yang Chen, and then lowered her head, clearly agreeing with Yang Jieyu's words.
In this world, the strongest bond is blood, and the most terrifying bond is also blood!
Yang Chen's eyes reflected his thoughts. He turned to Lin Ruoxi and saw that she was also silently watching him.
When their eyes met, Yang Chen smiled cheerfully, "Dear, what do you think we should do?"
Lin Ruoxi glared at him, "If I told you not to kill, would you listen?"
"Who said I was going to kill?" Yang Chen said innocently.
"Then what are you planning to do?" Lin Ruoxi asked, puzzled. Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))
Everyone, including the Yuan couple and Guo Xuehua, looked at Yang Chen curiously, waiting for him to continue.
Yang Chen shrugged, "I just want to talk to him, ask if he's willing to stop. If he doesn't, then I'll kill him. After all, I don't like doing things that put me in a bad mood."
"That's still killing, because he won't back down. Otherwise, he wouldn't have started this," Lin Ruoxi glared at him.
"That's called negotiation, not killing. Killing sounds so harsh," Yang Chen waved his hand dismissively.
"Yang Chen, you can't go. It's a one-way trip!" Yang Jieyu insisted.
"Then what do you suggest?" Yang Chen asked the Yuan couple. To him, the most straightforward solution was to kill, but doing so wouldn't necessarily end everything. Even if Zeng Mao had declared his actions to be in a private capacity, who knew if there weren't loyal followers who would seek revenge for him?
Yang Chen wasn't afraid for himself, but dealing with constant retaliation would be a nuisance.
Guo Xuehua looked at Lin Ruoxi with satisfaction. Although her daughter-in-law seemed cold, she was warm-hearted and sensible. It was just a pity that her tone couldn't change.
Yang Jieyu smiled gently. "There are always things to do, but since it's rare for our niece-in-law to invite us, we can't be too formal on our first visit. We also want to talk about you and Yang Chen. We're curious how two people who seem so different ended up together as a couple."
Lin Ruoxi's face turned slightly red. Why did they become a couple? It was due to that unforgettable night, but she couldn't tell them that. She bit her lip, looking troubled.
"Look at her, my daughter-in-law is getting shy. Little aunt, stop teasing her, or she'll run after Yang Chen to avoid us," Guo Xuehua said with a laugh, lightening the mood in the room. However, Lin Ruoxi blushed even more, her chin almost touching her chest.
Half an hour later, in a secluded villa district outside the Fifth Ring Road in the western part of Zhonghai, a new cluster of Milanese-style villas stood mostly unoccupied. These villas had been bought primarily for real estate speculation, with only a few cleaners seen sporadically.
A white BMW slowly drove along the tree-lined path.
Following the address given by Yuan Hewei, Yang Chen navigated his way here. He found it odd that Zeng Mao would buy a villa in this area. Did he plan to reside in Zhonghai permanently?
Yang Chen began to suspect if the information from Yuan Hewei was incorrect, but the cautious Yuan Hewei wouldn't make such a basic mistake. He must have surveillance in place to confidently provide the exact address.
The villa number was 288. When Yang Chen parked his car outside the villa, he noted that it was located at the corner of the district, near an artificial river.
Around the villa, a dozen black-clad bodyguards stood in positions that strategically blocked any access, making them conspicuous in this otherwise tranquil area.
As Yang Chen got out of the car and walked toward the villa door, the bodyguards, seemingly expecting someone, did not move to stop him. Instead, the guard at the door opened it and, with a blank expression, gestured for him to enter.
A hint of a smile appeared on Yang Chen's lips. It seemed Zeng Mao was somewhat prepared, giving him an air of confidence. Yang Chen wondered how much Zeng Mao knew about him to be so sure of himself.
In the past, Zeng Xinlin had teamed up with Xu Zhihong and hired international mercenaries to kill him, but Yang Chen had killed them instead. Zeng Mao must be aware of that incident. Given this context, his openness intrigued Yang Chen.
Walking into the villa, he was greeted by a blend of white and brown décor, with crystal chandeliers giving the hall a fresh and elegant look.
A fifty-inch LED TV was playing political news. In front of it, an elderly man with gray hair was sipping a glass of Lafite with a composed expression.
Hearing the door open, Zeng Mao turned his head and, as if observing something interesting, scanned Yang Chen up and down. Finally, he smiled warmly, resembling a kind elderly man meeting a young person.
"Care for a glass?" Zeng Mao lifted his crystal-clear glass of red wine.
Yang Chen leisurely walked to a side sofa, picked up the recently opened bottle of Lafite, and took a swig.
"Ah," he exhaled, treating the wine worth tens of thousands of yuan like a cheap soda.
"Young man, you can't appreciate the taste of wine if you drink it like that," Zeng Mao said with a hint of distress and displeasure.
Yang Chen grinned, showing his white teeth stained with red wine. "Since it's poisoned, who else would drink it but me?" he replied, half-jokingly.