110: Undercurrents

"It's fine." Wang Chen placed a soup dumpling in her bowl. "I need to head out today. Stay at home and don't go out."

Su Xi frowned. "Is it dangerous?"

"Just a precaution." Wang Chen smiled. "Don't worry, with Chen Long and the others here, everything will be fine."

After finishing the meal, Wang Chen originally planned to head out directly, but he was stopped by Chen Long.

"Boss, switch cars," Chen Long said. "The Phantom is too conspicuous, and its bulletproof rating isn't high enough."

"Then what should I drive?"

Ten minutes later, a plain-looking black Audi A8 pulled up to the door.

Wang Chen walked a circle around the car. "This car? What's so special about it?"

"Bulletproof version." Chen Long pulled open the car door. "The body can withstand sustained fire from 7.62mm rifles, and the glass can stop small-caliber sniper rounds. The chassis can withstand grenades."

Wang Chen raised an eyebrow. "When did you prepare this?"

"Chen Yi prepared it for you long ago," Chen Long said. "Given your status, Boss, riding in a bulletproof car is standard procedure."

Wang Chen sat inside the car.

The interior was very luxurious, but there were no visible signs of it being bulletproof.

"Also," Chen Long sat in the driver's seat, "the other eleven members of the Chen Long Squad are in six different cars. They'll be following us at different intervals—front, back, left, and right."

"Is such an exaggeration necessary?" Wang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"It is," Chen Long started the car. "If someone really wants to make a move, they'll definitely choose a moment when you're alone. By making such a big show of it, they won't dare to act rashly."

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

The car drove out of the villa area.

Wang Chen looked out the window and suddenly asked, "Chen Long, what do you think... if we really go to war with the Xiao Family, what are our chances of winning?"

Chen Long was silent for a moment. "I don't understand business. But if it's about force... Boss, Dragon Shield has never feared anyone."

"Including the forces behind the Xiao Family?"

"Including them." Chen Long's tone was firm. "In the years since the Twelve Zodiac Signs was founded, we've taken on jobs far more troublesome than the Xiao Family. We've all survived."

Wang Chen smiled.

"That's good then."

The car made a circuit through the Hangzhou City urban area.

They went to the Chenxi Media headquarters to check the short drama data, had lunch at the Chenxi Grand Hotel, and in the afternoon, visited the temporary warehouse for oranges transported from Yi City.

Throughout the entire journey, Chen Long maintained a high state of alert.

Wang Chen could feel Chen Long's eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

At three in the afternoon, on the way back.

"Find anything?" Wang Chen asked.

"Yes." Chen Long looked in the rearview mirror. "Two cars, alternating tailing us. They're very professional, not ordinary thugs."

"Can you determine the number of people?"

"No. But there are at least three teams, with two to three people per team," Chen Long said. "They're very cautious, keeping their distance and switching cars frequently."

Wang Chen nodded. "It seems Xiao Yu has really invested a lot this time."

"Boss, should we make a move?" Chen Long asked. "Tiger and the others can..."

"No." Wang Chen shook his head. "Acting now would only alert the enemy. Let them follow; we'll carry on as usual."

"But..."

"Don't worry." Wang Chen's eyes were calm. "They won't dare to act in the city. If they're going to do something, they'll have to wait until we're on the way back to the villa, or... inside the villa."

Chen Long gripped the steering wheel tight. "Then I'll strengthen the villa's security."

"Mm." Wang Chen thought for a moment. "Also, notify Du Ruoxi and the others not to come to Hangzhou City for now. Wait until this matter is resolved."

"Understood."

By the time they returned to the villa, it was already past four in the afternoon.

Su Xi was in the living room watching television. Seeing them return, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"How was it?"

"Someone was following us," Wang Chen sat down beside her. "But they didn't do anything."

Su Xi's face turned pale. "Then... then what should we do?"

"It's fine." Wang Chen pulled her into his arms. "Chen Long and the others have already made arrangements. If they dare to come, they won't be leaving."

He said that, but Wang Chen knew clearly in his heart.

The opponents were professionals and likely had firearms.

He himself would be fine, but he feared they might target the people around him.

That night, Wang Chen stood by the bedroom window, looking out at the night.

In his mind, the Crisis Sensing skill was faintly burning.

That feeling of being watched was growing stronger and stronger.

"Come on," he said softly. "Let me see just how capable you really are."

In the distance, on the roof of a certain tall building.

"Death God" lowered his binoculars and spoke into his headset:

"Target has returned to the nest. Prepare for phase two of the plan."

The night deepened.

A secret war was about to begin.

For three consecutive days, Wang Chen's life followed a strict routine.

He woke up at eight in the morning, had breakfast, and then headed out with Chen Long and Tiger.

Every day, he would spend some time at each of the companies under his name at fixed times.

Occasionally, on a "whim," he would have Chen Long drive around the city for a couple of laps, specifically choosing remote roads.

In Wang Chen's words: "We have to create opportunities for them, otherwise how can they make their move?"

Chen Long's mouth would twitch every time he heard this.

Tiger, on the other hand, was quite excited. "Boss, this move of yours is brilliant! In fisherman's terms, it's called baiting the spot!"

"Bait your head." Chen Long slapped the back of his head. "The boss is using himself as the lure!"

"It's fine, it's fine." Wang Chen sat in the back seat, leisurely looking out the window. "With you guys around, what do I have to fear?"

He truly wasn't afraid.

Over these three days, his Crisis Sensing skill hadn't stopped.

The feeling of being watched followed him like a shadow, growing more intense.

Wang Chen could even roughly determine the opponent's position to the southeast, about two kilometers away at a high vantage point.

To the northwest, a hundred and fifty meters away, a car was constantly changing positions.

To the northeast... He was like a human radar, mapping out the personnel distribution of the Death God Squad with perfect clarity.

Chen Long had asked for permission several times: "Boss, let me take the men and flush those rats out."

Wang Chen shook his head every time. "No rush, let them follow for a few more days."

"Why?" Tiger asked, puzzled. "Can't we just take them out and be done with it?"

"What do you know?" Wang Chen smiled. "Fishing requires patience. If we reel in now, we'll only catch a few small fry. When they think the time is ripe and prepare to bite..."

He made a reeling motion. "That's when we get the big fish."

Chen Long understood. "Boss, you want to wipe them all out in one go?"

"What else?" Wang Chen's eyes turned cold. "If we let them run, they'll just come back next time. It's annoying."

"Makes sense."

So for these three days, the Chen Long Squad and the Death God Squad played a game of "you watch me and I'll pretend I don't know."

Both sides were very professional.

One side kept an airtight watch, while the other put on a performance that seemed perfectly real.

The atmosphere was harmonious yet eerie.

On the afternoon of the third day, Wang Chen returned home.

Su Xi was practicing yoga in the living room, wearing a form-fitting yoga outfit that showcased her curves perfectly.

Seeing Wang Chen return, she held her downward dog pose and turned her head to ask, "You're back?"