85: Chapter 85 Rejecting the Princess: I'm a Scumbag with Principles

"Are you crazy?"

Salama took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently due to her intense emotions.

She stared fixedly at Chen Yuan, trying to find a trace of joking on that cynical face.

"Chen Yuan, do you know what you are rejecting?"

"That is not just money, that is an admission ticket to the pinnacle of power in this world!"

He chuckled, his tone full of indifference, "It would be a lie to say I am not tempted. That is real liquid gold; whoever gets it is the creator of this world."

"Then why are you refusing?"

Salama took a step forward, the distance so close she could almost smell the faint scent of gunpowder on Chen Yuan.

"Because I am a man with principles."

Chen Yuan solemnly adjusted his collar.

At this moment, he looked like the most devout believer talking about his faith.

"Principles?"

Salama was stunned. Hearing such words come out of the mouth of this ruthless devil, it sounded completely incongruous.

"What principles?"

Chen Yuan sighed deeply, looking at the starry sky outside the cave with deep eyes.

"As a professional security service provider, I must strictly abide by professional ethics."

"Boss, what the hell are you talking about?"

Salama was about to go crazy; she felt her IQ being rubbed on the ground.

Chen Yuan turned back and looked at her seriously.

"My principle is... I never date my clients."

"This is professional conduct."

The air was deathly silent.

Salama froze in place, her brain instantly crashing.

Professional conduct?

Because I am a client, you cannot marry me?

What kind of logic is this?

"You... say that again?"

Salama was so angry she laughed, but her eyes could not help turning red.

"Honestly, if I dated you, or even married you," Chen Yuan spread his hands, looking very troubled, "Would I still be able to rightfully collect your 50 million USD commission?"

"As a husband, protecting you is an obligation."

"As a boss, protecting you is business."

Chen Yuan patted the contract in his arms that had not even warmed up yet, and said righteously:

"I would rather lose a beautiful wife than destroy my commercial reputation."

"As a man, one must prioritize one's career."

Salama was completely speechless.

She had never seen such a shameless person.

This bastard refused oil worth hundreds of billions, refused her love, just for that mere 50 million commission?

"Chen Yuan, you really are a bastard."

Salama gritted her teeth, every word popping out from between them.

"Thanks for the compliment."

Chen Yuan smiled indifferently, "In San Verde, everyone calls me the 'Charming Bastard'."

Salama looked at his unflappable attitude, and the nameless fire in her heart slowly extinguished.

Instead, it was replaced by unprecedented curiosity.

Does this man really only care about money?

No.

Although his eyes were clear when he looked at her just now, the ambition hidden deep within could never be filled by a single oil field.

He wanted to forge his own crown with his own hands, rather than wearing a crown bestowed by others.

"I will not give up."

Salama put her veil back on, revealing only a pair of even brighter eyes.

"Since you do not want to date now, let us talk business first."

"One day, I will make you beg me to tear up that contract."

Chen Yuan shrugged, noncommittal.

"Then you will have to try hard to live until that day, Your Highness."

He turned and walked towards the cave entrance, his original gentle aura instantly disappearing, replaced by cold murderous intent.

"Let us go, my main force has already taken over the airspace within ten kilometers."

"Now, Riyadh is your home field."

...

Several hours later, Saudi Arabia, Riyadh International Airport.

A pitch-black private jet with the red and white Umbrella logo cut through the night sky.

The plane landed on the most remote military runway.

The cabin door slowly opened.

Heat mixed with the unique scent of the desert rushed towards them.

Chen Yuan was the first to walk down the gangway, still shaking the whiskey glass filled with ice in his hand.

Salama followed behind him, having restored that arrogant and mysterious royal posture.

"Boss."

In the darkness, a tall figure emerged silently.

Ada Wong was still wearing that capable dark gray trench coat, and the tablet in her hand was flickering with dense red dots.

"The first phase of the mission is complete. The target has been safely escorted."

Chen Yuan nodded.

"Did you clean up those people from the mercenary group?"

"They are all in the desert feeding foxes."

Ada Wong put away the tablet and her gaze inadvertently swept over Salama, who was following behind Chen Yuan.

As a woman's intuition, she discovered that the princess's gaze towards Chen Yuan's back was a bit wrong.

It was not the gaze of looking at a life-saving straw.

It was the gaze of looking at prey.

"Boss, the mission is not over yet."

Ada Wong withdrew her gaze, her voice returning to that business-like coldness.

"Oh? Are there any side shows?"

Chen Yuan took a sip of wine and smiled playfully.

"We just landed, and the Red Queen has already taken over the airport's surveillance system."

Ada Wong pointed to the VIP channel in the distance that was still brightly lit.

"Those are your brother's men."

"At least two special operations squadrons have come."

"In name, they are here to 'welcome' the princess home, but in reality..."

She paused, her eyes becoming sharp.

"They have set up anti-materiel weapons on the top floor of the terminal."

"Jammers have been deployed at all entrances and exits."

Salama's face turned pale instantly.

She did not expect her own brother to dare to take action at Riyadh Airport.

This was determined to let her die before the country's gate.

"Heh."

Chen Yuan, however, seemed to have heard some funny joke and shook his head with a smile.

"It seems that this 50 million USD is indeed not easy to take."

He handed the wine glass to the guard behind him and tidied up his suit that had been blown by the wind.

"Ada, tell the brothers."

"Although we are in security, we have to moonlight as the 'Grim Reaper' occasionally."

"Since the royal family's housework is so messy..."

Chen Yuan raised his head and looked at the pitch-black night sky, his eyes flashing with crazy colors.

"Then we will help them sort it out."

"But Boss, this is Riyadh."

Ada Wong reminded, "Opening fire here changes the nature of things entirely."

Chen Yuan laughed loudly and strode towards the armored off-road vehicles parked on the runway.

"Nature?"

"Umbrella operations never care about the nature of things."

He turned his head and hooked his finger at Salama.

"Your Highness, keep up."

"I will take you to see what 'real excitement' is."

Salama gritted her teeth and followed, lifting her robe.

She looked at Chen Yuan's back.

Her heartbeat was out of control again.

How many more surprises did this man have for her?

"Chen Yuan."

She sat in the car, looking at the dark encirclement ahead.

"Are you really sure?"

Chen Yuan did not answer, just pressed the communication button.

"Red Queen."

"Yes, Boss."

"Initiate the 'Scavenger' protocol."

"Wipe out all those guys sunbathing on the roof."

"Understood."

At this time.

Top floor of the VIP terminal.

A sniper was locking onto Chen Yuan's motorcade through a scope.

"Target is in range."

"Requesting fire command."

A cold voice came from the headset.

"Execute."

The sniper's finger slowly squeezed the trigger.

However, just a thousandth of a second before he was about to shoot.

"Zzz—"

A ghostly blue electric light shot out from the ground without warning.

The sniper did not even scream, and his whole body was instantly vaporized.

Not just him.

At every commanding height of the entire terminal building.

The same ghostly blue light flickered continuously.

Those elites who were lying in ambush in the dark were like pencil drawings casually erased by God.

"What is going on?!"

The officer in the command vehicle below screamed in horror.

His communication channel was left with only dead silence.

"Da, da, da."

Brisk footsteps sounded.

Chen Yuan pushed open the car door and stood in the middle of the crater-filled runway.

He looked at the royal guards in front who were scared out of their wits and asked with a smile:

"Gentlemen."

"Are you here to welcome the princess, or are you here to die?"

The hundreds of fully armed soldiers at the scene were so intimidated by this one man's aura that they did not even dare to breathe heavily.

"Chen Yuan..."

Salama got out of the car, looking at this scene that was like a miracle, her eyes completely blurred.

This man.

In her life.

She was afraid she could never run away again.

"Boss, the situation is a bit out of control."

Ada Wong walked out of the shadows, her tone still calm, but with a trace of unusual urgency.

"Hmm?"

Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows.

"It is not just your brother's men."

Ada Wong pointed to the fleet lights approaching rapidly from the rear.

"The US base stationed here has moved."

"They seem... to want to keep us here too."

Chen Yuan sneered, a flash of extreme arrogance in his eyes.

"The Yanks want a piece of the pie too?"

"Fine."

"Killing one is the same as slaughtering two."

He turned around and looked at the pitch-black cargo plane that had landed not far away.

"Since they want to play."

"Then let everyone see..."

"Who is the God here."

He whispered orders into the intercom.

"Let those 'ancestors' out."

"Tonight, the sky over Riyadh..."

"It is time to change colors."

Chen Yuan turned his head and smiled slightly at Princess Salama.

"Let us go."

"The real party has just begun."