Hades, the Urban Legend

Chapter 705: Chapter 708: Bad Luck

After driving away from home, Yang Chen's mind was blank. So much had happened, and he just wanted some time alone to clear his thoughts. He wasn't sure if he was unsettled because of Lin Ruoxi's flawless and terrifyingly cunning methods, which had deceived everyone, including himself, or because he resented her choices.

Especially recalling Ning Guangyao's resolute refusal to acknowledge his father-daughter relationship in Yan Jing, Yang Chen felt particularly uneasy. Family ties? How many people truly value family over power and wealth? He didn't know whether to pity Lin Ruoxi for her naivety or to feel frustrated that he mattered less than those distant relatives he had never even met.

In short, his mind was a mess, a tangled web of emotions, making him feel the rare urge to drink heavily. Not wanting to drag anyone else into his gloom, he decided not to invite any of his female companions for a drink. He drove wildly, heading to a nearby bar street.

Having visited the area recently, this time he was serious about having a few drinks. Yang Chen found a prominent bar and walked in.

At the bar counter, Yang Chen didn't waste words, asking the bartender, "Do you have any high-proof liquor?"

The experienced bartender recognized a man drowning his sorrows. "Sir, you've come to the right place. On this street, only our bar sells high-proof liquor. We have authentic 52-degree Moutai. How much would you like?"

"How much?" Yang Chen smirked.

The bartender laughed, "Of course, if you think it's too much, you can have a smaller amount."

"A few taels are too little. Give me two bottles. How big are your bottles? At least three or four liters," Yang Chen said casually.

The bartender, who was wiping glasses, nearly dropped one. Stiffly, he asked, "Sir, are you expecting many friends?"

Yang Chen impatiently replied, "I'm paying, aren't I? Just bring them!"

The bartender figured he was dealing with a drunk. Since it wasn't his liquor, he fetched three bottles of high-proof Moutai for Yang Chen.

Many patrons glanced over. It was rare for someone to drink white liquor in a bar, especially three bottles of high-proof Moutai. The person must either be insane or have an immense tolerance.

The meticulously crafted Moutai bottles only allowed a slow pour. Frustrated, Yang Chen used his fingers to snap off a large piece of the porcelain mouth.

The display of strength left many onlookers stunned. How much force did it take to do that?

The bartender swallowed nervously, thankful he hadn't argued with Yang Chen. Such strength could easily break his fingers.

Gradually, the bar patrons distanced themselves from Yang Chen, leaving him to drink alone. He didn't treat the liquor like alcohol but gulped it down like lemon soda.

After several gulps, Yang Chen would sit and contemplate, causing onlookers to wonder if he was trying to drink himself to death.

Many speculated that he would pass out after a few more sips, but to their surprise, after downing more than two bottles of Moutai, Yang Chen showed no signs of intoxication.

Just then, as everyone expected him to continue drinking, Yang Chen turned his attention to the bar's entrance.

Noticing his gaze, others followed suit. Four tall men in white short-sleeved shirts and black trousers had entered the bar. Each man, at least 1.85 meters tall with muscular arms, caught the eyes of many women looking for excitement that night.

Led by a man with a buzz cut, they scanned the room as if searching for someone. A heavily made-up woman with a curvaceous figure, swaying slightly from her drink, approached the buzz-cut man, suddenly clutching his arm. "Handsome, I'm feeling dizzy. Could you take me home?"

She draped herself naturally over his arm, drawing envious and scornful looks from the bar's men.

However, the buzz-cut man reacted with strong disdain, shaking her off so forcefully that she fell to the ground.

"Ouch!" she cried out, momentarily sobered by the shock, and cursed, "Are you impotent or diseased?! If you don't want to play, fine, but how dare you throw me?! I need to go to the hospital, and you'll pay for it!"

She lunged at him, grabbing his arm in a drunken rage. This time, the buzz-cut man's companion slapped her so hard she flew into the wall, blood spraying from her mouth as she fell unconscious. The chaos erupted as women screamed and men shouted, criticizing the men for bullying a woman despite her behavior.

The four men's next move silenced the room. They drew gleaming Desert Eagle pistols from their waists.

A collective gasp filled the air as some recognized the weapons weren't toys.

Spinning his heavy Desert Eagle as if it were a feather, the buzz-cut man spoke with a deep, penetrating voice. "Don't be alarmed. We're not robbers. We're from the Special Investigation Unit of the Ministry of Defense."

He pulled out a black booklet from his shirt pocket, showing it briefly to the nearby patrons. Only those close enough saw it bore an official emblem and a national seal.

"We're here for an urgent capture of a criminal accomplice. It's an emergency, and we had no choice but to come here. We hope you can prioritize national security and cooperate with our operation," he said.

The bar's patrons exchanged looks of fear and surprise, stunned by the unexpected turn of events.

The bar's manager, a short, chubby man, cautiously approached, bowing slightly. "Sir, how can we assist?"

The buzz-cut man replied, "Turn on all the lights and close the other doors. Let the patrons leave slowly. Once we find our target, we'll be on our way."

The manager, not daring to delay, quickly made the announcement, urging patrons to leave orderly while the staff brightened the lights.

Yang Chen, sitting at the bar, yawned. It seemed his drinking was over for the night. Was he cursed with bad luck? Even in a bar, he encountered the Ministry of Defense capturing criminals.

Uninterested in their target, Yang Chen didn't join the crowd at the door but stayed put, waiting for the crowd to thin before leaving.

Just as most people were leaving the bar, one of the men behind the buzz-cut man noticed something and whispered a few words in his ear. The four of them looked towards the back corner of the bar, exchanged glances, and walked over.

Yang Chen noticed this and realized they had found the person they were looking for. No longer interested in staying, especially since the atmosphere had been ruined, he picked up the unfinished bottle of Moutai and slowly made his way to the exit. Almost instinctively, he glanced back at the corner to see the criminal they were after. What he saw made him stop in his tracks.

Earlier, the bar had been dimly lit and crowded, making it difficult to see anyone's face in the dark corners. Now, with the lights fully on and the bar emptying, he could clearly see a woman sitting on the sofa, one hand supporting her face, the other holding a bottle of amber-colored liquor, drinking alone.

The woman wore a cream-colored patterned dress with a white neckline, revealing her fair wrists, and a pink gauzy skirt. Her slightly messy black hair partially covered her delicate face, her sexy pink lips pouting slightly as if murmuring drunkenly. Her eyes sparkled with a seductive charm that could make anyone's imagination run wild.

Next to the woman were two ponytailed women in black suits, looking like her bodyguards. Both of them were on high alert, appearing extremely tense.

Despite the late-night allure of the woman in the pink skirt, the four men were not moved. They stiffly approached the corner and surrounded her. The buzz-cut man said, "Miss An, we finally found you tonight. You should know why we're here. Please come with us to the department."

Even from a distance, Yang Chen could hear them clearly. He wasn't mistaken—it was An Xin!

An Xin's lips curled into a playful smile, and she let out a soft chuckle, her face flushed like a ripe peach due to the alcohol. "If you wanted to arrest me, you could have just said so. Why chase everyone away? Hmph, government people love to show off their authority, afraid that others won't know they have special privileges."

The buzz-cut man frowned, clearly displeased with her remarks.

"Miss, you're drunk," one of the bodyguards said worriedly.

"I'm not drunk," An Xin said, her eyes flashing with a hint of sadness before she smiled seductively. "Why should I be arrested because of someone else's crimes? Just because we share some blood? You can arrest him, search our house, whatever you want, but I'm not going with you."

The buzz-cut man's face remained expressionless. "Miss An, it seems you don't understand your father's situation. Because he has already fled overseas through enemy channels, we need you to come back and assist with the investigation."

An Xin's misty eyes, hazy from the alcohol, showed a glimmer of shock. The smile faded from her face, and her body trembled slightly as she looked at the buzz-cut man. "Say that again."

"Tonight, around 8 PM, your father, Mr. An Zaihuan, forcibly crossed the border through illegal channels. His whereabouts are currently unknown, and based on the timeline, he is likely already in international waters. We need your cooperation to investigate his whereabouts. As for the An family's assets and funds, we have already frozen them," the buzz-cut man said methodically.

An Xin's eyes widened in disbelief, her body swaying slightly. The reality of her father's actions hit her hard, shattering any semblance of composure she had left.

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