Chapter 877 — Worries at Home
Years of Heartflutter · Page 1 of 2
Little Lange was well-versed in the business of disposing of corpses. They often held underground races, and countless black-market drivers had died in the crashes, so a few bodies meant nothing to him. He made a phone call, and the men who had left earlier came back, swiftly hauling away Elder Cui's corpse along with the wrecked business van that Yang Ce had rammed.
Little Lange, meanwhile, respectfully ushered Yang Ce, Ye Wan'er, and Chu Pengzhan into the Grand Cherokee he had driven there.
It was not until they were all in the car that Chu Pengzhan and Ye Wan'er came back to their senses; the scene just past had felt like a dream! Resolved, everything was resolved? Not only the Grand Elder, but even the Ninth Elder of the Heaven Pill Sect, upon hearing Yang Juehuan's threats, had wilted on the spot like a frostbitten eggplant, not daring to utter a single word of protest.
Thinking of Yang Ce's almost thuggish threats, Chu Pengzhan and Ye Wan'er exchanged a glance and could not help but smile. Yet they had to admit that Yang Juehuan's threats were the most effective of all—after all, who would dare offend a man like Yang Cenbin, whom you could beat and beat and still not kill?
He goes to your sect and runs amok, cutting people down, and you can do nothing about him! He swaggers off, then comes back after a while to slaughter another round—what sect could endure that? A few visits and the whole sect would be wiped out.
"Brother Yang, thank you!" Chu Pengzhan said sincerely. "I truly never imagined we would come through this unscathed!"
"Yes, thank you, Brother Yang. I underestimated you before—I'm sorry!" Ye Wan'er felt a little embarrassed, recalling how she had belittled Yang Ce earlier.
"Haha, it's fine. You tried to persuade me to leave for my own good, not wanting me to wade into these muddy waters. But since I have the ability, and Xiao Chu here is family to my godparents, which makes him like a little brother to me, of course I will do everything in my power to look after him!" Yang Yanzhou spoke from the heart; Yang Ce could not have achieved what he had today without the help of several people!
There was Sun Ce. There was Fang Tian. And most important of all, there was Liu Yan!
It was Liu Yan's kindness and selflessness that had allowed Yang Ce to earn his first pot of gold and lay a solid foundation for his later road to success!
So if any one of these three ever found himself in trouble, Yang Ce would spare no effort to help.
Yang Ce was a deeply sentimental man; a drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring, and he was naturally warm-hearted besides, so he would never refuse.
In Fang Tian's words, Yang Ce was not really suited to be an assassin. Yet if he wished it, he could go farther and stand higher than anyone.
"Brother Yang, where are we going now?" Little Lange asked.
"Chu Pengzhan, Ye Wan'er, where are you staying?" Yang Ce, seated in the passenger seat, turned his head and asked.
"We're staying at Little Lange's family hotel—the Racing Grand Hotel. What about you, Brother Yang?" Chu Pengzhan replied.
"I'm at the Douglas Grand Hotel," Yang Yanzhou said. "Then how about this: we go to your Racing Grand Hotel first. I'm staying at the Douglas Grand Hotel for now—it makes no difference."
"All right, Brother Yang!" Little Lange nodded eagerly; this was exactly what he had hoped for. Yang Ce had promised to treat him, but now that the matter was settled, he hesitated to bring it up himself and was waiting for Yang Ce to raise it first. Naturally, Little Lange was delighted.
"Haha, rest assured. I won't go back on what I promised you," Yang Linyue said mildly.
Returning to the Racing Grand Hotel with Little Lange, they found that Old Lange, having already received word, had prepared a banquet; the moment Yang Ce and his three companions arrived, it could begin.