Chapter 39: Two Paths

Chen Dehai's face gradually shifted from calmness to seriousness. Between his brows, there seemed to be a dark cloud, ready to unleash thunder and lightning at any moment.

"What do you mean by 'my son is not my son'? Have you had any conflicts with Chen Feng?" he asked.

Yang Chen shook his head. "It's too complicated to explain. But without him, you would have lived a little longer."

"You seem to misunderstand your situation, young man."

"Oh?" Yang Chen had now walked about five or six meters away from the desk, stopped, and smiled. "What situation?"

Chen Dehai clapped his hands, and the dozen or so black-clad bodyguards behind him simultaneously drew their gun from their suits. A row of black muzzles was instantly aimed at Yang Chen, forming a focal point.

It wasn't difficult to imagine that in less than half a second, with all their fingers squeezing the triggers, Yang Chen's body would be riddled with a dozen bullet holes.

"You certainly know how to fight," Chen Dehai leisurely played with a jade thumb ring on his right thumb and said slowly, "Originally, I intended to have someone like you, a skilled fighter, work for me. But you, you don't know how to adapt to the situation, young man... Do you really think my men can't handle firearms?"

"You think you're clever?" Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh.

A touch of malice flashed in Chen Dehai's eyes. "At the very least, I'm not foolish enough to face a dozen muzzles alone."

"What if I really dare to make a move?" Yang Chen curiously asked.

Chen Dehai slammed the table in frustration. "I won't entertain this nonsense with you! Let me tell you, you have two options now. The first is to explain everything about why you appeared here tonight, and I will consider how to deal with you accordingly. The second is for you to taste the bullets from my men and experience it for yourself..."

"I'll give you two options as well," Yang Chen smiled faintly as he scanned the row of armed bodyguards. "The first is for you to point your guns at this old man here, and I'll spare your lives. The second is for all of you to die..."

"It seems there's nothing to discuss..."

Chen Dehai's rage had reached its breaking point, and he was about to grit his teeth and give the order to open fire when suddenly he felt a chill at the back of his head!

"Tiger! You!?"

In a critical moment, Chen Dehai suddenly felt a cold object pressing against the back of his head. Without thinking, he knew it was the barrel of a gun!

The bald man who had been standing behind Chen Dehai had turned the gun around and aimed it at Chen Dehai himself, his face filled with determination.

"Tiger... what do you mean..." Chen Dehai's hands gripped the armrests of his chair, his knuckles turning white, clearly enraged.

The bald man's eyes sparkled with a dangerous glint as he hoarsely said, "No other meaning... I want to stay alive, so I choose to follow his first option..."

"Hahaha!" Chen Dehai laughed in anger. "Are you crazy? Do you think that by killing me, the other dozen people won't be able to take down the two of you with their guns?"

The bald man narrowed his eyes to slits and said in a low voice, "I'm taking a gamble. I'm betting that what he said is true."

Yang Chen, who was observing this dramatic scene with interest, pondered for a moment and said to the bald man, "Baldy, if you shoot and kill your boss now, I guarantee you won't die."

At this moment, the other bodyguards of Chen Dehai snapped back to their senses. Two of them immediately aimed their guns at the bald man's forehead, ready to pull the trigger and blow his brains out at any moment.

Chen Dehai stared at them with rage-filled eyes and sneered, "Tiger... after so many years with me, I never expected you to betray me at such a foolish time. You can still drop the gun now. Otherwise, the moment you shoot, both of you will die!"

The bald man looked up at Yang Chen. Seeing the amused expression on Yang Chen's face, his own expression first showed a hint of bitterness, but then his eyes flashed with determination.

"Boss Chen, I'll send you on your way!"

"You...!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunfire erupted almost instantaneously in the study, and the thunderous blasts shook the entire apartment building!

Hot bullets sprayed from the barrels, leaving trails of red light. In the relatively narrow space of the study, countless books, furniture, and porcelain were shattered, as if a fierce blade was cutting through the air.

But in that moment when no one could react, Yang Chen's figure seemed like an elusive phantom, instantly moving from five meters away to the side of the bald man. He aimed the two guns that had been pointed at the bald man and twisted their barrels towards the ceiling!

As the bald man pulled the trigger, the two bullets that would have ended his life abruptly shot upwards!

After the first shot, the other dozen gunmen were shocked to find that their intended target had already moved behind them!

Unbeknownst to anyone, Yang Chen discreetly seized two handguns from the hands of the two closest gunmen. The handguns seemed to have grown eyes, immediately targeting the others in the vicinity!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After a series of gunshots, the more than ten bodyguards who were about to turn around and shoot collapsed, each of them with a bullet piercing their temples almost identically!

Everything happened too quickly, as if the movie had been fast-forwarded, and the details in between were impossible to discern, a dazzling blur.

The bald man felt that after he pulled the trigger for a second, the entire scene around him had completely changed. Those who were standing had fallen, and those who should have fallen were still standing!

A cold sweat dripped down his cheek, and the bald man turned around blankly, looking at Yang Chen who was casually laughing beside him. He swallowed hard, feeling as if his heart had stopped beating. He felt like he was dreaming. What kind of miracle had the man in front of him accomplished!?

It seemed like Yang Chen had just done something trivial, tossing the handguns aside with a flick of his hand. He then kicked Chen Dehai's lifeless body to the ground and pulled a chair, calmly sitting down.

"What's your name?" Yang Chen asked with a gentle smile.

Upon realizing, the bald man immediately moved aside and prostrated himself on the ground, sincerely feeling a sense of worship. He trembled as he said, "I... My name is Zhang Hu. People in the underworld call me Tiger."

"How many years have you been with Chen Dehai?" Yang Chen asked.

"Eight years..." Tiger finally regained his normal breathing and cautiously replied.

"Then you should be considered one of his senior subordinates. Why did you believe in me so much and think that I could win in the situation just now?"

Tiger pondered for a moment, lifted his head, and a hint of disgust appeared on his face. "I entrusted my life to Chen Dehai, helping him in his killings and expanding his territory. But that bastard son of his, Chen Feng, drugged and violated my only sister... And... And he did despicable things to my sister... Chen Dehai promised to give my sister a good life, and I initially believed him. But Chen Feng is not even human! He doesn't treat my sister as a person. He only plays with her when he feels like it and throws her aside when he's bored! My sister used to be a simple high school student, but now... now she has completely changed... They, father and son, ruined my only loved one... I... I've wanted to kill them for a long time!" As he spoke, tears welled up in Tiger's eyes, his tiger-like eyes turning red, and two large tears rolled down his face.