100: The vicious Sun Ying

The convoy, like a school of sharks that had caught the scent of blood, sped straight for Green City Peach Blossom Spring.

Yi Yao, holding a tablet, was still swiping her finger across it when she suddenly exclaimed, "Ah! Brother Chen, I've found the exact location of Xiao Yu's villa at Peach Blossom Spring! It's number 7, that standalone house closest to the lake!"

Wang Chen's eyes turned cold. "Chen Long, drive straight there."

"Yes."

Five minutes later, the outline of Villa No. 7 emerged from the darkness.

At the villa's entrance, six bodyguards in black suits with earpieces were gathered in a circle, smoking and bragging.

"Brother Xiong is really something. Such a beauty, delivered just like that, and we don't even get a taste."

"Give it a rest. A woman Young Master Xiao has his eyes on, and you dare to covet her? Not afraid to die?"

"I was just saying... Sigh, but that girl really is top-tier. I caught a glimpse when Sister Sun took her inside earlier, that figure, that face..."

Before he could finish, blinding headlights sliced through the night like knives, shining directly into their faces.

The six instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes, cursing under their breath:

"Who is it? Looking for death in the middle of the night?"

"Turn off the lights! Do you know whose place this is?"

The headlights went out.

Wang Chen pushed the car door open and stepped out, his black overcoat flapping sharply in the night wind. Chen Long and Chen Yi followed closely behind, trailed by eight elite members of the Chen Long Squad.

The six bodyguards took in the arrivals, and their hearts collectively sank.

This posture... these were not friendly visitors!

The lead bodyguard, a man with a scar on his face, steeled himself and stepped forward. "Gentlemen, this is a private residence. May I ask..."

Wang Chen didn't even glance at him, walking directly towards the villa's main door.

"Stop!" Scarface panicked, reaching out to block him.

His hand had only extended halfway when Chen Long moved.

No one saw clearly how he struck. There was only a crisp "crack" as Scarface's wrist bent at an unnatural angle. Before his scream could escape, Chen Long kicked him squarely in the stomach. The man flew back like a ragged sack, landing with a "thud" against the wrought-iron fence three meters away, knocked unconscious.

The remaining five bodyguards' expressions changed drastically. They exchanged glances, then simultaneously grabbed their weapons—extendable batons, stun guns, daggers—and charged forward, hurling curses.

"Kill them!"

"Dare to cause trouble at Young Master Xiao's turf!"

A cold smirk curled at the corner of Chen Long's mouth. He waved a hand at the squad members behind him. "Don't move. I'll handle this."

Then he charged into the group.

The next thirty seconds could be called a masterclass in one-sided beatdowns.

The first bodyguard had just raised his baton when Chen Long sidestepped, driving his elbow hard into the man's ribs. The man instantly dropped to his knees, vomiting bile.

The second, holding a stun gun, tried to ambush from behind. Chen Long grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and pressed the crackling stun gun against the man's own thigh. He convulsed and collapsed.

The third and fourth attacked together. Chen Long swept one's legs out from under him with a low kick, then spun and delivered a high kick to the other's chin. Both fell almost simultaneously.

The last one held a dagger, his hand trembling. "You... don't come any closer..."

Chen Long couldn't be bothered with words. He stepped forward, seized the hand holding the knife, and slammed it against his own knee. The dagger clattered to the floor with a "clang." A swift chop to the back of the neck followed, clean and efficient.

The entire process took less than thirty seconds.

Six bodyguards lay scattered on the ground, groaning and unable to get up.

Without a glance at them, Wang Chen strode straight towards the villa's main entrance.

Dragon Cat from the Chen Long Squad was already crouched by the door, pressing a palm-sized device against the fingerprint lock. After two "beeps," the door clicked open.

"Boss, please."

Wang Chen stepped inside.

The villa's living room was lavishly decorated, but currently empty.

Faint sounds of a woman crying and scolding came from upstairs.

Chen Long made a hand signal. The squad members quickly fanned out, checking each room.

In less than a minute, Long Xi and Long Yue brought three young women out from a servant's room on the first floor.

All three women wore identical maid uniforms. They looked to be in their early twenties, quite pretty, but now their faces were deathly pale as they huddled together, trembling.

"P-please, boss, spare us... We're just workers..." one of them, slightly braver, pleaded tearfully.

Wang Chen swept his gaze over them. "Where is Su Xi?"

The three women froze simultaneously.

Wang Chen frowned. "Speak!"

"U-upstairs!" the woman who had just spoken quickly pointed towards the staircase. "The master bedroom on the second floor! Sister Sun... Sun Ying took her up there!"

Wang Chen turned and headed upstairs, Chen Long close behind.

Just as they reached the master bedroom door, they heard voices inside.

A sharp, shrill voice: "Stop pretending to be pure! Even drugged, you're still holding out? I'm telling you, serve Young Master Xiao well tonight, and you'll have benefits later!"

Another voice, tearful and clearly trembling: "L-let me go... What you're doing is illegal..."

"Illegal?" The shrill voice laughed. "In Hangzhou City, Young Master Xiao *is* the law!"

*Slap!*

A resounding slap.

Followed by a cry of pain.

Wang Chen's eyes instantly turned ice-cold. He raised his foot and kicked the door with full force!

*Boom!*

The solid wood door was kicked open by him, the panel slamming hard against the wall before bouncing back.

The two women in the room simultaneously turned their heads to look.

Wang Chen immediately recognized the woman sprawled on the carpet as Su Xi.

The red evening gown she wore was already torn and disheveled, revealing the straps of a black bra and a patch of fair skin.

A clear, reddened palm print marked her left cheek.

Her face was flushed, her eyes dazed with pain. She was desperately trying to pry off the hand of another woman who was gripping her hair.

The woman gripping Su Xi's hair looked to be around thirty, wearing heavy makeup and a white, backless halter dress. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of Wang Chen and the others barging in.

"You! Who are you?! How did you get in?!" She instinctively released Su Xi's hair, stood up, her voice shrill. "Bodyguards! Security!"

Wang Chen ignored her, his gaze fixed on Su Xi.

Feeling the pressure on her hair disappear, Su Xi struggled to lift her head. The drug's effects had fully taken hold; her vision was blurry. She could only make out several tall figures standing at the doorway but couldn't distinguish their faces.

It felt as if countless ants were crawling under her skin, a burning restlessness. She couldn't help but tug at her own clothes, letting out unconscious moans.

"Chen Long." Wang Chen's voice was as cold as ice.

"Here."

"Take good care of this lady." Wang Chen emphasized the words "take good care" heavily.

Chen Long nodded and strode towards the woman in white.

Sun Ying finally sensed something was wrong. She turned to run, but Chen Long grabbed her by the back of her neck.

"Ah! Let me go! Do you know who I am? I'm Young Master Xiao's..." she shrieked hysterically.