BXBX NOVEL Chapter 472: Everyone Heard It
Chapter 472: Chapter 472: Everyone Heard It
Yan Buxue raised his eyebrows and laughed, pointing at Yang Chen as if he had seen something particularly amusing. "Of course, who else but you here could I be talking about—"
Before Yan Buxue could finish his sentence, he was abruptly cut off by a harrowing scream, akin to a wolf\'s howl in the dead of night. In an instant, he was launched into the air like a missile, drawing a sharp arc before crashing onto the door of the stretch Lincoln car!
Blood sprayed into the air, and it wasn\'t until Yan Buxue\'s body slammed onto the car with a thud that droplets of blood landed on the faces of his two bodyguards.
"Second Master!" "Second Young Master!"
By the time everyone realized what had happened, Yan Buxue was already vomiting blood and foam, his eyes rolled slightly back, and he slumped weakly to the ground, leaning against the car door. A noticeable dent marred the door where he had struck it.
"You...you dare to hit our Second Master?!" The old butler, both furious and shocked, couldn\'t comprehend how Yang Chen had managed to do it so swiftly that none of them even saw it happen. His immediate thought was to regain face for his master rather than ponder the how.
Yang Chen rubbed his two fingers together. Just now, he had used a bit of his qi skillfully on Yan Buxue. If he hadn\'t controlled his strength, Yan Buxue\'s body would have been shattered. Though his current state looked terrible, it was merely a minor injury with some blood and chest pain.
"You call him \'Second Master,\' how could I resist making him \'second-rate\'?" Yang Chen said disinterestedly.
Yang Pojun and the others felt a chill in their hearts. In that lightning-fast moment, Yang Chen had struck without anyone noticing, sending Yan Buxue flying with a single blow.
The shock wasn\'t just in Yang Chen\'s skill but also in the fact that he dared to hit Yan Buxue, the second son of the Yan family, which had recently risen to power and become one of the most influential families in Yanxia.
Could it be that he wasn\'t afraid of the massive trouble this could bring?
Yang Pojun\'s face contorted with a complicated mix of emotions. To be honest, he was glad to see the arrogant Yan Buxue get a beating, but he knew that this wouldn\'t be easily resolved. The Yang family, though still one of the four great families because of Yang Gongming, had lost its prominence compared to rising powers like the Yan family.
Even though Yan Buxue was arrogant and oppressive, not just anyone dared to provoke him. He dared to ridicule Yang Pojun because he knew Yang Pojun wouldn\'t risk a direct confrontation with the Yan family over such matters.
Yang Pojun didn\'t dare, and there was no need to be so petty. Saying a few words in private wasn\'t a big deal, but making a fuss would only make him seem small-minded.
But now, Yang Chen had stepped in unexpectedly and beaten Yan Buxue without hesitation.
If Yang Chen had no connection to the Yang family, it wouldn\'t matter much. Yang Pojun might even feel pleased. However, to outsiders, Yang Chen was undoubtedly part of the Yang family. Even though the Yang family hadn\'t officially acknowledged it, many high-ranking individuals had already identified Yang Chen as a member. So, Yang Chen\'s act of hitting Yan Buxue could be seen as an action of the entire Yang family.
"Help me up..." Yan Buxue gradually realized that he had only suffered a minor injury. Although he was spitting blood, he could still speak. Feeling sore all over, he called out for someone to help him up.
Once the old butler and a bodyguard helped Yan Buxue up, Yan Buxue spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes red with anger. He glared at Yang Chen and then at Yang Pojun, who remained expressionless, and sneered, "Alright, alright, don\'t think I don\'t know what\'s going on. Yang Pojun, you don\'t dare to go against our Yan family yourself, so you send this little bastard—"
"Smack!"
Before Yan Buxue could finish his sentence, another loud slap echoed. Yan Buxue crashed into the car door once more.
Somehow, Yang Chen had pushed the old butler and bodyguards aside and slapped Yan Buxue hard on his left cheek.
Yan Buxue was utterly stunned, completely unable to understand how he had been hit twice in quick succession.
The old butler and the two bodyguards, shocked by Yang Chen\'s lightning-fast speed, didn\'t dare move. The remaining standing bodyguard trembled, realizing that this man before them was far beyond their capabilities as former special forces soldiers.
Yang Chen, after hitting Yan Buxue, didn\'t step back this time. Instead, he walked up to him, bent down, and grabbed the collar of Yan Buxue\'s Versace shirt.
Yan Buxue, dazed and bleeding from the corner of his mouth, stared blankly at Yang Chen, unable to speak.
Shaking his head, Yang Chen smiled lightly and said, "I know you\'re very angry right now, furious to the point of wanting to tear me apart. I also know you\'re puzzled, wondering why I hit you without warning, like a madman.
"I can tell you, quite frankly and indifferently, that whether it\'s the Yang family or the Yan family, they mean nothing to me. Believe it or not, it\'s up to you. I hit you because your words made me want to hit you. I gave you a chance, but you still said things that made me want to hit you.
"It\'s that simple. Whether you believe it or not, you have to believe it because I hit you. What can you do about it?"
Yan Buxue\'s face turned ashen. Yang Chen\'s smiling expression was terrifyingly calm, and the ink-black glint in his eyes made Yan Buxue feel suffocated.
Driven by his unyielding spirit, Yan Buxue forced his mouth open, revealing blood-stained teeth, and gasped, "You...you\'ll regret this. Our Yan family...isn\'t something a bastard like you can—"
"Smack! Smack!"
Two more crisp slaps landed on Yan Buxue\'s face. This time, his cheeks swelled up instantly.
Yan Buxue, eyes wide open, stared at Yang Chen in disbelief, unable to comprehend how he was hit again.
"Tsk tsk," Yang Chen shook his finger at Yan Buxue, speaking regretfully, "I already told you why I hit you, yet you still insist on saying things I don\'t like. Aren\'t your Yan family people supposed to be into high-level research? How did you end up with a pig\'s brain?"
Enraged and humiliated, Yan Buxue wanted to curse, but the pain throughout his body and the burning sensation on his cheeks quelled his thoughts.
"What? Not saying anything now?"
Yang Chen looked at Yan Buxue mockingly and tossed him back to the ground. He didn\'t want to waste too much energy on someone like him. Turning around, Yang Chen glanced at the still-silent Yang Pojun and said, "You can\'t get in here unless someone wants to come out to see you. I\'m going back to my home now. What you all decide to do is none of my concern."
Yang Pojun, surprisingly not angered this time, responded coldly, "You attacked Yan Buxue. This has nothing to do with the Yang family. I want to make that clear here. You are you, and the Yang family is the Yang family."
Yang Chen couldn\'t help but laugh. He found it absurd and said, "Did anyone say it was you, Yang Pojun, who hit him? I\'ve already said, whether it\'s the Yang family or the Yan family, they mean nothing to me. I hit him because I wanted to hit him. Do you think I need someone like you to shield me? Put away your pathetic arrogance and stop taking yourself so seriously."
"You..." Yang Pojun was speechless, his face turning red and white with anger. He couldn\'t say anything because Yang Chen had already made it clear that he had nothing to do with the Yang family. Yang Pojun\'s concern about a conflict with the Yan family dragging him into it had made him say what he did.
Yang Chen ignored the people present, whether it was Yang Pojun or Yan Buxue. He believed that whatever happened, there would be a way to deal with it. He didn\'t want to let it ruin his mood.
He took out his key, unlocked the iron gate, and suddenly felt something odd. He frowned and looked at the video doorbell device on the wall beside the gate. With a sigh, he opened the gate, walked into the courtyard, and locked the gate again behind him.
Standing outside, Yang Pojun watched Yang Chen walk into the house, his fists clenched and trembling. Yan Buxue, in a semi-conscious state, was carried back to the car by his bodyguards, while the old butler, trembling, took out his phone to call for emergency medical assistance.
Yang Chen didn\'t bother thinking about the commotion outside. As he entered the house, he saw, as expected, Guo Xuehua sitting silently on the sofa in the living room, her shoulders trembling as she wept uncontrollably.
Yang Chen opened his mouth but didn\'t know what to say. After the incident outside, he remembered that the video doorbell device on the gate had been turned on. During recent repairs to the house, they had installed this advanced equipment to communicate with visitors via video and audio.
The scenes and words from outside were clearly seen and heard by Guo Xuehua, who had been hiding inside.
Yang Chen walked slowly to Guo Xuehua and sat down on the sofa beside her. After hesitating for a while, he said, "You heard everything, didn\'t you? There\'s no need to be like this. This is nothing to me. I stopped them to prevent any disturbance in your lives."
Guo Xuehua raised her head, tears streaming down her slightly wrinkled face, her eyes red and filled with pain and anger. "Yang Chen, that man\'s conscience has been eaten by a dog. I\'ve lost all hope in him. He doesn\'t acknowledge you, but it doesn\'t matter. I will always be your mother. No matter what Yan Buxue, Yan Buwen, or Yan Qingtian try to do to you, I won\'t let you face them alone," Guo Xuehua said firmly, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Yang Chen smiled and said nothing. He put his arm around Guo Xuehua\'s shoulders and patted her gently.