119: Chapter 119 That arrogant cousin, he started shouting as soon as he arrived.

"Bang!" The two heavy, bulletproof frosted glass doors were kicked open violently by a pair of feet wearing handmade cloth shoes.

Chen Yuan sat behind the desk, not even lifting an eyelid. He maintained his posture of trimming a cigar, the silver scissors rotating nimbly between his fingertips, emitting a faint "click" sound.

Standing at the doorway was a young man.

In his early twenties, his hair was combed so slick and shiny that one could practically see a fly slipping on it. He wore a tailored, somewhat incongruous modified Tang suit, and was, quite absurdly, rotating two walnuts in his hand with great seriousness.

Chen Yu.

The one whom Zhao Ya held in her palms for fear of him melting, the "Number One Playboy of Jinghai."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Chen Yu swaggered in. He did not look at Chen Yuan, who was sitting directly opposite, but instead, like a picky real estate agent, walked a circle around the office with his hands behind his back.

"This decor is too tacky."

He extended a finger, disdainfully swiping it across the priceless Italian leather sofa, then exaggeratedly blew off the non-existent dust from his fingertip.

"It is pitch black, like a funeral parlor. Only bumpkins like you who have stayed abroad for too long would think this is 'high-class grey'."

Victor stood to the side, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

This was a minimalist style designed by a Pritzker Prize winner that cost five million US dollars!

"And these floor-to-ceiling windows."

Chen Yu walked to the window and knocked on the one-way bulletproof glass, emitting a dull "thud, thud" sound.

"The orientation is wrong. If this were in Jinghai, a Feng Shui master would make you tear it down and rebuild. It does not gather wealth at all; it is only because you are tough-fated that you have not been killed by this baleful energy."

He turned around and finally cast his gaze toward Chen Yuan.

That look was filled with a sense of superiority, like the foolish son of a landlord looking at a farmhand just bought for the household.

"What? Seeing the young master of the main family, and you will not even offer a seat?"

Chen Yuan put down the cigar cutter. He looked up, a faint smile hanging on his face.

"Sit." Chen Yuan pointed to the chair opposite. "Since you are a 'Special Envoy', I must give you some face."

Chen Yu snorted coldly and plopped down, even putting one foot on the edge of the chair, striking a pose like a gangster tycoon.

"Chen Yuan, let us not waste words."

He pulled the prepared document from his bosom and tossed it onto the desk in front of Chen Yuan like trash.

"My mom said, considering it has not been easy for you out here all these years, and you have earned some reputation for the Chen family, the family has decided to give you a chance."

"Sign the words on this."

Chen Yuan glanced at the document. "Agreement for Gratuitous Transfer of Assets."

"Gratuitous?" Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow, his tone playful. "My assets worth tens of billions of US dollars, and you plan to take them away with two sheets of A4 paper?"

"What? You are not happy about it?" Chen Yu widened his eyes, as if he had heard something incredible.

"Get your identity straight! You are a bastard! A mongrel! If my dad had not been soft-hearted back then, you would have starved to death on the streets long ago!"

"Now that the family thinks highly of you and lets you hand back the industries, that is giving you face!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, spittle flying everywhere, completely immersed in the dream of "legitimate vs. illegitimate hierarchy" he had woven for himself.

"Do you know how many people in Jinghai want to suck up to our Chen family now? As long as you sign this, after returning to the country, you can proclaim to the outside world that you are my, Chen Yu's, cousin."

"With this status, you can walk sideways in Jinghai, and no one would dare to stop you!"

Chen Yuan did not speak. He just looked at Chen Yu quietly, his gaze like that of someone watching a monkey performing with all its might.

"Finished?" Chen Yuan picked up the herbal tea on the table and took a sip.

"Sign it if you are done!" Chen Yu slapped the table impatiently. "I have to catch a flight to Las Vegas tonight. I heard there is a good casino over there; I need to inspect the family's future assets."

"Oh, right." He seemed to recall something suddenly, his shifty eyes darting around the office.

"What about that one named Jessica? And that... what is her name... Megan?"

Chen Yu licked his lips, a nauseating, lecherous grin appearing on his face.

"I saw the news; those Hollywood chicks are indeed nice. Much better than those internet celebrities I play with in Jinghai."

"Since this company is going to be mine, should not these chicks... follow the rules and come serve me, their new boss, first?"

"Especially that Angelina, I heard she is wild in bed? Send her to my room tonight; I want to inspect the goods."

Victor stood in the back, listening in stunned silence.

In his life, he had seen people courting death. But he had never seen anyone so eager to court death, and so afraid that they would not die fast enough.

To dare to covet his woman right in front of Chen Yuan, and even want to occupy his assets... this could no longer be described as brain-dead; this was a complete lack of life force!

"Inspect the goods?" Chen Yuan put down the teacup. The bottom of the cup clinked against the tabletop, emitting a crisp sound.

The smile on his face disappeared. Replacing it was a heart-palpitating calmness.

"Chen Yu, did your mother not teach you to keep your voice down when you are on someone else's turf?"

"My mom?" Chen Yu jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on. "You bastard, are you worthy of mentioning my mother? Let me tell you, once the old man breathes his last, the entire Chen family will belong to us, mother and son!"

"By then, if I make you kneel and lick my shoes, you will have to wait in line!"

"Slap!" Chen Yuan raised his hand without any warning. Across the office desk, a crisp slap landed heavily on Chen Yu's face.

Chen Yu was stunned by the blow. Holding the side of his face that had instantly swollen up, he looked at Chen Yuan in disbelief.

"You... you dare hit me?!"

"I am the eldest grandson of the Chen family! You bastard, how dare you hit me?!"

"Bodyguards! Where the hell did you die? Get in here and kill him!" He screamed hysterically toward the door.

However. There was dead silence outside the door. Those so-called family experts who had come with him were not making a sound at this moment.

"Stop shouting." Chen Yuan stood up and leisurely unbuttoned his suit cuffs, revealing his well-defined wrists.

"The trash you brought should have been thrown into the dumpster by now."

He walked around the desk, moving toward Chen Yu step by step. That abyss-like sense of oppression made Chen Yu feel fear instinctively. He retreated step by step until he bumped into the floor-to-ceiling window, with nowhere left to retreat.

"You... what do you want to do?" Chen Yu's voice began to tremble, and he roared with a fierce exterior but a cowardly interior, "Murder is against the law! This is the United States! I am calling the police! I will have the embassy intervene!"

"The law?" Chen Yuan laughed, a chilling laugh.

He reached out and grabbed the collar of Chen Yu's Tang suit, hoisting him up like a chick, his feet off the ground.

"In San Verde, I am the law."

"Originally, I wanted to leave you a whole corpse for the sake of our blood relation."

Chen Yuan looked at Chen Yu's face, which was turning red from suffocation, his eyes full of disgust.

"But you should not have, you absolutely should not have."

"You should not have used your filthy mouth to mention my woman."

"Bang!" Chen Yuan casually tossed him, slamming Chen Yu heavily onto the carpet.

Chen Yu screamed, feeling as if his internal organs had been displaced. Just as he tried to crawl up, a shiny leather shoe was already pressed onto his chest.

"Victor." Chen Yuan called out without looking back.

"Here, Boss!" Victor immediately stood at attention.

"Since this Young Master Chen likes 'inspecting goods' so much, and likes excitement so much."

Chen Yuan looked down at the trembling Chen Yu under his foot, a cruel arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Then take him to a good place."

"In the pet shop in the backyard, those little cuties that just underwent genetic modification seem to have a poor appetite recently."

"I see this cousin of mine has tender skin and delicate flesh, it is just right..."

Chen Yuan paused, his tone becoming gentle yet terrifying: "To serve as a 'chew toy' for them."

Although Chen Yu did not understand what genetic modification was, he understood "pet shop" and "chew toy".

An ominous premonition instantly enveloped him.

"No! I will not go!" He struggled desperately, tears and snot smearing his face. "I am the young master of the Chen family! You cannot treat me like this! Mom! Save me!"

"Take him away." Chen Yuan waved his hand as if shooing away a fly.

Two tyrants in black suits emerged from the shadows, one on the left and one on the right, and like dragging a dead dog, they hoisted Chen Yu up and walked out.

"Since you have come, do not be in such a rush to leave." Chen Yuan's voice echoed eerily behind him: "Enjoy it well; this is a... family banquet I specially prepared for you."