Chapter 59 Beating Him So Badly His Own Mother Wouldn't Recognize Him

The burly man stopped in his tracks and walked over with a miserable expression.

"Brother Hao, it's this guy. Please help me teach him a good lesson. I already told him I'm one of your men, but he still dared to ruin things for me. You have to kill him!"

*Slap!*

Before the punk leader could finish speaking, Brother Hao slapped him so hard that he spun around in place.

"Bro... Brother Hao, why are you hitting me? I'm Li Song! The one you're supposed to hit is this punk—" The punk leader said with a wronged expression, pointing at Lin Chen.

*Slap!*

As soon as he finished speaking, he received another slap.

"You blind piece of trash!"

Brother Hao put on a flattering smile and said to Lin Chen, "Big Brother, what a coincidence, haha! But, I really... really don't have any money left. I've been so poor lately I can't even afford to eat."

This broad-shouldered, muscular man was none other than Brother Hao, who had previously tried to back up his subordinates, only to end up having more than one hundred thousand extorted from him by Lin Chen.

Lin Chen frowned in displeasure and said, "What do you mean by that? Do I look like the kind of person who would rob you of your money?"

*You're not robbing me, you're practically highway-robbing, okay?!*

The burly man wanted to cry tears of blood inside, but he didn't dare show the slightest bit of dissatisfaction on his face. Instead, he forced a fawning smile and said, "No, of course not! You can tell at a glance that you're a big shot. How could you ever be short of money?!"

When the punk leader saw Brother Hao's fawning attitude, his heart turned cold. He wasn't an idiot; seeing his boss act this way clearly meant he had offended someone he shouldn't have.

He immediately dropped to his knees and begged for mercy, "Big Brother, I was blind and failed to recognize Mount Tai. I shouldn't have had designs on this beautiful woman. Please let me go."

Lin Chen said indifferently, "Didn't you say you were going to beat me so badly even my own mother wouldn't recognize me?"

The punk leader shook his head like a rattling drum, terrified, "I wouldn't dare! I was just talking nonsense earlier. Please just let me go like a fart in the wind."

"You wouldn't dare? You were trying to drag a woman away in broad daylight—is there anything you wouldn't dare to do?"

Lin Chen sneered, looking at Brother Hao, "Go on, beat him until even his mother doesn't recognize him. If his mother still recognizes him afterward, I'll beat you until even your mother doesn't recognize you."

Brother Hao felt his hair stand on end under Lin Chen's icy gaze, and he shuddered involuntarily.

Without a second word, he walked up and slapped the punk leader's face with sharp, resounding smacks. In no time at all, the punk was beaten into the shape of a pig's head, wailing continuously.

"Alright, get lost, all of you," Lin Chen said coldly.

A group of punks felt as if they had received a grand amnesty and scrambled to run.

Lin Chen frowned. "Did you not hear what I said? I said *get lost*!"

The punks stopped in their tracks, hesitating for a moment. Then, with Brother Hao leading the way, they actually dropped to the ground and rolled their way out, leaving onlookers in the distance dumbfounded.

"Who... who are you? Let me go, let me go!"

Lin Chen hoisted Zhang Yurong onto his back—she was so drunk she couldn't even keep her eyes open—while she struggled fiercely against him.

"She's usually such a gentle woman. How did she turn into this state after drinking?"

Lin Chen was speechless. He shouted, "Behave yourself! I'm taking you home!"

Hearing the word "home" from Lin Chen, Zhang Yurong froze for a moment and finally stopped struggling.

Upon returning home, Bai Lan and the two little girls were nowhere to be seen.

Lin Chen opened the door to Zhang Yurong's bedroom and was about to toss her straight onto the bed, but then he noticed the vomit stains on both of his and her clothes. He was speechless once again. Just how much alcohol did this woman drink to vomit like this along the way?

"I can't just throw you onto the bed like this. Oh well, as the saying goes, if I don't enter hell, who will? It'd be terrible to get the bed all dirty and stinky."

Muttering to himself, Lin Chen removed Zhang Yurong's vomit-stained outer garments.

After simply wiping away the filth on her body with a damp towel, Lin Chen placed her onto the bed and pulled the blanket over her.

Suddenly, for reasons unknown, Zhang Yurong started crying as she lay on the bed, tears streaming down her face as she curled her entire body into a tight ball.

Lin Chen sighed. This woman clearly had a story. However, this was her personal business; unless Zhang Yurong volunteered to tell him, he wouldn't pry.

...

At a little past six in the afternoon, countless luxury cars were parked outside a luxurious villa.

Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Rolls-Royce, Ferrari, Bentley—you name it, it was there. It looked like a luxury car exhibition.

A man and a woman stepped out of a Maserati. The woman wore a pure white evening gown, possessing breathtaking looks and eyes like stars. The man, on the other hand, wore a slightly wrinkled plaid shirt, coarsely tailored black casual trousers, and a pair of casual leather shoes that looked cheap at first glance.

These two were none other than An Xueyao and Lin Chen, who had just arrived.

An Xueyao wore a dissatisfied expression, glaring fiercely at Lin Chen. "I think you did this on purpose. I clearly told you to dress more formally, yet you insisted on dressing like this."

Lin Chen said helplessly, "This *is* my most formal outfit. A shirt, black pants, and leather shoes—aren't these formal?"

He wasn't lying; this genuinely was his most formal attire. He used to be just an odd-job worker who often went to work in slippers. Where would he ever get fancy formalwear?

Besides, those clothes were so expensive he couldn't have afforded them back then.

An Xueyao rolled her eyes, pointed at the impeccably dressed people nearby, and gave a light snort. "Look at everyone else, and then look at yourself. Aren't you embarrassed at all?"

Lin Chen curled his lips. "What is there to be embarrassed about? I'm just here to protect you, not to walk the red carpet. Besides, I'm only a bodyguard; your expectations are way too high."

"Bodyguard, bodyguard! Fine, then go ahead and be your little bodyguard for the rest of your life. I don't care anymore!"

An Xueyao suddenly remembered her father's words—that Lin Chen was just an ordinary person and not suited for her—and an inexplicable surge of anger welled up in her heart, causing her to snap loudly.

With that, she ignored Lin Chen and walked into the villa on her own.

Seeing An Xueyao suddenly fly into a rage, Lin Chen rubbed his nose in mild embarrassment, unsure of how he had offended this young miss. Still, since she was paying him a hefty sum to protect her, he had better ensure her safety.

He shrugged and followed closely behind An Xueyao.

Inside the villa, numerous long tables were set up, fully laden with food and drinks. Dozens of men and women were smiling and chatting with one another, though none of them actually touched the food on the tables.

This was a gathering of Yuhai City's upper crust. The wealthy and influential people present hadn't come to eat or drink; their real purposes were to talk business, make connections, and expand their networks.

An Xueyao and Lin Chen walked in one after the other, though almost no one paid attention to Lin Chen trailing behind. Every single gaze was locked firmly onto An Xueyao.