702: Chapter 702 Tonight, I'll deal with him again!

In the presidential suite.

As soon as Ye Chen entered, he wandered around.

At the same time,

a faint glow rippled in his eyes as he checked the surroundings to ensure there were no surveillance devices before finally sitting down at ease.

He had no choice.

On his way here, his phone had pushed a news notification about a couple staying at a hotel who discovered a hidden pinhole camera.

Because of that,

the whole situation had blown up quite a bit.

Bing Lan took off her trench coat, hung it on the coat hanger, then turned around and sat down next to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen wrapped an arm around her waist and said with a grin, "It's a good thing I came, otherwise you would've been in trouble."

Bing Lan let him hold her and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you referring to that Kim Tianyou?"

"Who else?"

Ye Chen rolled his eyes. "The way that kid looked at you, it was like he wanted to eat you alive."

Bing Lan said indifferently, "Even if you hadn't come, I could have handled it. At worst, I'd just give him a beating and treat this business trip as a vacation."

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"You can't do such violent things."

"You are, after all, the president of Shuyue Group, the leading enterprise in Dragon Nation's women's products industry. How can you beat people up at the drop of a hat?"

Bing Lan tilted her head to look at him, a trace of amusement flashing in her eyes. "So, you mean it's fine as long as you're the one doing the beating?"

"Of course."

Ye Chen nodded as if it were only natural. "I'm your boyfriend, so this kind of thing should definitely be handled by me."

Bing Lan looked at his righteous demeanor and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, I'll leave all the beating to you in the future."

"My skills will just be used to handle sudden crises."

Ye Chen patted his chest. "No problem. Twenty years of professional beating experience, guaranteed quality and quantity."

The two chatted for a while, the atmosphere light and cozy.

Bing Lan leaned against Ye Chen's shoulder as they talked about this and that.

They chatted about everything from trivial matters in Xiamen City to the future of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

And from the Dragon Group's Ancient Tomb Class to the amusing story of that old fox, Xuanyuan Huo, calling him 'Uncle'.

Bing Lan giggled when she heard Ye Chen describe how Xuanyuan Huo was so angry that he kept coughing.

But

right at that moment,

"Ding-dong."

the doorbell rang.

Ye Chen and Bing Lan exchanged a look.

Ye Chen stood up from the sofa and patted his pants. "I'll get it."

He walked to the door and pulled it open.

A young woman was standing outside.

She wore a hotel waitress's uniform—a dark blue dress with a white apron—and her hair was pinned back, revealing her slender neck.

Her face was very beautiful, yet also very strange, as if it had been copy-pasted, giving off a sense of facial blindness...

Yes, like they all came out of the same plastic surgery clinic.

She was pushing a silver food cart in front of her. The moment she saw Ye Chen, a sweet smile bloomed on her face.

"Hello, sir. The hotel is offering complimentary food. Would our distinguished guest like some?"

Ye Chen glanced at her and said indifferently, "No need."

He made a move to close the door.

The waitress's smile stiffened slightly, and she hastily spoke up, "Sir, if you don't take it, my salary will be docked."

There was a pleading tone in her voice, and her eyes grew slightly red, making her look pitiful and helpless.

Ye Chen paused his action of closing the door and looked at her with amusement.

"Then what do you want to do?"

The waitress blinked her watery eyes, tilted her head in thought, and suddenly smiled.

"How about... you leave something behind?"

Before her voice could fade,

her right hand suddenly reached under the food cart and pulled out a cold, gleaming short knife.

Her movement was as fast as lightning, clearly showing professional training.

Most shockingly...

the tip of the knife slashed directly toward Ye Chen's crotch.

If this slash connected, Ye Chen would have to spend the rest of his life serving in the imperial palace.

However,

Ye Chen didn't even bat an eye.

He merely extended a finger and flicked it gently.

"Ding—"

The blade let out a sharp hum.

The short knife flew out of her hand, spinning in the air before embedding itself into the wall across the hallway, its hilt still vibrating.

The waitress's face changed dramatically in an instant.

She never expected that her fully prepared, full-force slash would be flicked away by a single finger.

But she was indeed a well-trained assassin. Having missed her strike, she immediately changed her move.

She kicked off the ground with her right foot, leaping backward, while her left hand reached under her skirt to pull out another short knife.

The entire sequence was smooth and seamless, taking less than two seconds.

However,

just as she leaped up and before either foot could touch the ground, a hand grabbed her by the neck.

The strength of that hand was astonishingly immense, like an iron vise, tightly clamping her throat.

Her feet left the ground, and she was lifted into midair. Her face turned from red to purple, and then from purple to pale.

The short knife slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor.

Shock!

Absolute shock!

When she was dispatched, she was clearly told that the target was just an ordinary person.

But looking at the current situation...

how did he seem like an ordinary person?

He was simply a demon!

She possessed Earth Realm strength!

Ye Chen choked her neck, lifted her to his eye level, and tilted his head to study her.

"Who sent you?"

The waitress clawed desperately at Ye Chen's wrist with both hands, her fingernails leaving white scratches on his skin.

Her eyes were filled with terror, and her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.

It wasn't that she didn't want to speak, but she couldn't.

Ye Chen's grip was too tight. Her windpipe was compressed, making even breathing difficult, let alone speaking.

"My bad, I didn't expect you to be so weak that you couldn't even withstand a tiny bit of my strength."

Seeing her expression, Ye Chen loosened his grip slightly.

The waitress coughed violently a few times, gasping heavily for air.

"Can you speak now?"

Having just regained her breath, a bone-chilling dread instantly welled up from the bottom of the waitress's heart.

She had met many ruthless people, had killed, and had been hunted.

But there had never been anyone who could maintain such a calm and casual attitude under these circumstances.

It was as if he wasn't choking an assassin, but merely squeezing an insignificant ant.

"It's... it's the Jin family..."

The waitress didn't dare to delay and confessed immediately, "It was Young Master Jin who sent me. He only told me to cripple you... he didn't say anything else..."

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, completely speechless.

"Seriously, that kid has absolutely no class, does he?"

"We just got off the plane, our hotel room hasn't even warmed up yet, and he couldn't wait to make a move?"

He paused, looking down at the female assassin in his hand who was like a little chick, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Alright, then answer me one question."

The waitress nodded repeatedly. "Please ask! I will tell you everything I know!"

Ye Chen leaned in a bit closer and asked with a gossipy look.

"Have you slept with your young master?"

The waitress's face froze instantly, her eyes darting away.

"I..."

"Tell the truth."

"I... I have..."

The waitress closed her eyes as if resigning herself to her fate, her voice filled with humiliation.

"It's not just me... the female Bodyguards, female secretaries, and female waitresses employed by the Jin family..."

"As long as they are somewhat pretty, none have escaped his clutches..."

Ye Chen nodded in sudden realization.

"No wonder his eyes almost popped out when he saw my wife. So he's a repeat offender."

He let go, and the waitress slumped onto the floor like a pile of mud, clutching her neck and panting heavily.

Ye Chen looked down at her from above and spoke indifferently.

"Go back and tell your young master."

"I'll let his head stay on his neck for now."

"Tonight, I will go and collect it."

Having said that,

he turned around and walked back into the room without looking back.

*Bang!*

The door slammed shut.

The waitress slumped on the hallway carpet, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.

She looked down at the floor; she had actually wet herself in terror.

This man...

was not human at all.

She took a deep breath, struggled to get up, and stumbled toward the elevator.

She couldn't go back to the Jin family.

Absolutely not.

With Kim Tianyou's personality, returning after a failed mission would mean certain death.

Run.

She had to run.

Before the Jin family could react...

the further she ran, the better.

The elevator doors opened. She stumbled inside and pressed the button for the basement level.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, she leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and tears silently fell.

...

Inside the presidential suite,

Ye Chen closed the door, walked back to the sofa, and plopped down.

Bing Lan looked at him and asked, "Solved?"

"Yeah."

Ye Chen nodded. "Just some minor character sent by the Jin family. I don't know who gave them the courage."

Bing Lan's brow furrowed slightly. "Kim Tianyou?"

"Who else could it be?"

Ye Chen shrugged.

"That kid got his hand squeezed by me and felt disgruntled, so he was eager to get even."

"He sent this kind of trash to cripple me so he could make a move on you later."

Bing Lan's face turned cold. "He is courting death."

Her man was not someone just anyone could touch.

Ye Chen waved his hand with an indifferent look.

"No rush, let him jump around a bit longer."

"I've already had someone bring him a message."

"Tonight, I'll go and deal with him."