Chapter 6609
Yang Xiong's Roar
This sudden movement made many people around him look at him, as if even the air could sense the sharpness hidden in his words.
Yun Yuyan was originally leaning casually against the back of the chair, but she suddenly sat up straight upon seeing this, and the delicate lace on the hem of her skirt trembled slightly with this large movement.
She quickly took out a notepad and a pen from the small and exquisite handbag beside her.
The tip of the pen slid across the paper, making a rustling sound, crisp and pleasant.
"I'll give you my phone number. If this guy dares to cause you trouble, don't force yourself. Just call me by mentioning the name of the Yun family. No matter how powerful the Yang family is, my Yun family is not to be trifled with!"
When she pushed the note with the number written on it in front of Xiao Chen, the diamonds carefully inlaid on her nails reflected bright light under the warm yellow light of the restaurant, as if she wanted to coat this promise with a layer of hard armor and give Xiao Chen full confidence.
Xiao Chen looked at the note paper covered with handwriting, his fingertips suspended in the air. For a moment, he was a little hesitant and did not put it down.
At this moment, the cold wind from the central air conditioner gently brushed across his neck, bringing a slight chill, but it was no match for the warmth rising in his heart.
This daughter of a prominent family, in this world of intertwined interests and complicated human hearts, was actually willing to stand up for him, a stranger whom she had just met.
"Okay, if that day ever comes, I'll definitely need your help."
He is a strong man who can easily deal with the Oracle Sect. How could a secular wealthy family like the Yang family be worthy of his attention?
However, Yun Yuyan's sincerity is like the warm sunshine in winter, which makes people feel warm in their hearts.
It is impossible for Xiao Chen to refuse directly.
When he finally took the note, his fingertips accidentally brushed against Yun Yuyan's fingertips. The touch was as gentle as a feather skimming across the calm water. It was fleeting, but it quietly created a subtle ripple between the two of them.
The sunlight outside the window was blocked by thick clouds at some point, the sky gradually darkened, and the lights in the restaurant lit up one by one, casting warm yellow light, making the entire space warm and soft.
Xiao Chen carefully folded the note paper and put it into the inner pocket, then pulled the metal zipper, and it closed with a crisp sound.
He looked at Yun Yuyan again, seeing her serious expression, he couldn't help but feel emotional. He suddenly felt that this ancient city, which had long been filled with interests and calculations, was not completely cold.
At least the gaze falling on his shoulder at this moment was hot, three times hotter than the eternal holy fire, making him feel a rare warmth and kindness in this complicated world.
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"How could this bastard show up in the ancient city?" Yang Xiong's roar was like thunder, exploding in this closed carriage, making the dust in the air tremble.
He seemed to be knocked down by an invisible force and slumped in the driver's seat like a bird with its feathers plucked, all the strength in his body seemed to be instantly drained by a greedy big hand.
The bony fingers were like ferocious iron pliers, tightly gripping the steering wheel, and the blue veins were like blue pythons ready to attack, twisting and bulging wildly under the pale skin. His face was first as pale as the icy, lifeless frost in the cold winter, and then suddenly, due to extreme anger, it became as red as a burning fire, almost weird.
The bottom of his eyes were filled with crisscrossing, dense bloodshot, just like a tattered spider web ruthlessly torn apart by a violent hurricane, revealing a chilling, almost insane ruthlessness, "You really think you can walk around here just because you are stronger than me? How dare you chase me to my territory and act wildly!"
The sandalwood scent emitted by the car's incense burner should have been like a gentle spring breeze, soothing people's tense nerves, but at this moment, it was tightly intertwined with Yang Xiong's heavy breathing that sounded like a bellows.
In this small and cramped carriage, they are like two cunning demons, condensing into a depressing, sticky, suffocating fog, pressing heavily on people's hearts and making it hard to breathe.
Yang Xiong's chest rose and fell violently, like a surging and rough sea. Every breath was accompanied by a low roar from the depths of his throat. The sound was like a beast trapped in a desperate situation, accumulating its last strength, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.
His eyes inadvertently swept across the rearview mirror, and the self in the mirror looked as miserable as a stray dog.
His hair was disheveled, like a pile of unkempt dead grass, sticking lifelessly to his forehead, and stained with suspicious traces of sweat or alcohol.
The crooked tie hung loosely around his neck. The almost funny angle seemed like a cruel mockery of fate, mocking his current desolation and embarrassment.
This appearance is completely different from the high-spirited and arrogant Third Young Master of the Yang family in the business circle of the ancient city. The difference is like heaven and earth.
Memory is like a raging flood that breaks through a dam, rushing in with overwhelming force.
The scene of himself panicking and running away in the mall was like an indelible nightmare that kept replaying in his mind over and over again. Every time it was replayed, it was like an extremely sharp blade, cutting a bloody mark on his heart.
He seemed to clearly see the gazes of the people around him again, some were filled with shock, others were undisguised mockery. Those gazes were like countless extremely sharp steel needles, densely piercing his skin, making him tremble with pain, but he had nowhere to escape.
As a core offspring carefully carved and trained by the Yang family in the ancient city, he is always surrounded by people when entering and leaving various occasions, and enjoys the respected treatment like a star. When has he ever suffered such a great humiliation, such a humiliation that has trampled his dignity underfoot?
The nails dug deeply into the palm of the hand, causing a sharp and piercing pain, leaving crescent-shaped blood marks on the palm of the hand. The scarlet blood beads, like a stubborn life, slowly seeped out.
He cursed in a low voice, his voice filled with endless unwillingness and strong hatred: "My Yang family has many masters and strong men, countless of them. Are you afraid that we can't deal with a nameless person like you who came out of nowhere?"
As he spoke, he grabbed the bottle of mineral water beside him, and with rough and urgent movements, he tilted his head back and drank half of the bottle.
The cold liquid rushed down his throat, but the heat and panic deep in his heart were like a raging fire, and did not diminish in the slightest.
The sound of his rapid heartbeat roared wildly in his ears, just like the dense and rapid beating of drums on the battlefield, again and again, making his eardrums hurt and making him upset.
His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and after swallowing the last mouthful of water, Yang Xiong's eyes gradually focused on the faintly fluorescent numbers on the dashboard. (End of this chapter)