Chapter 1820: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 14

Late night, in Annuo Nuos City.

In the dim attic, Wen Si Luo's photo was printed out and stuck on the wall.

The room held only a refined man in a dark suit, his gaze toward the wall growing ever more fervent.

"Five years, and he's grown up."

Wen Zhu laughed eagerly, the dart in his hand piercing the wall, "This time, nobody can escape."

He went to great lengths to plant such a good undercover agent; it's about time he put him to use.

A few days later, in Huaxia Country, on the eve of the New Year.

Jin Chen's secretary‑assistant team visited, finalizing the overseas liaison work, then receiving New Year gift boxes worth several months' salary.

These past few years have been the same.

In previous years, on this day, Wen Si Luo usually wouldn't come out, waiting until they left before running out to cling to Jin Chen.

This year, however, was not so different; perhaps there was someone he wanted to guard against, Wen Si Luo sat in the living room unmoving, quietly reading by himself.

Until Jin Chen and the chief assistant needed to go to the study to discuss the contract privately, Wen Si Luo withdrew his attention from the side hall, slightly relaxing as he leaned into the sofa.

"Eh, Xiao Kui, where are you going? Don't wander around at the CEO's house," an assistant said doubtfully.

"Ah, it's fine… I… have a separate gift I want to give President Jin; it's in the car, I'll go get it."

Xiao Kui's voice carried clearly, easily reaching Wen Si Luo's ears; he slowly closed his book, letting out a faint sigh.

Very annoying.

Why won't he give up?

Wen Si Luo glanced at the other assistants with varied expressions, then rose and left the living room.

Outside the villa, the bodyguards on duty today, Ah Si and Ah Wu, saw the young master come out and hurriedly followed.

Just like in previous years, they were still only responsible for Wen Si Luo's safety; whenever he left home, they had to follow at a distance, neither too close nor too far.

Just as Wen Si Luo had just approached the parking spot, three trained men burst out from the corner, followed immediately by a suffocating gas.

"Mm…"

In just half a second, Wen Si Luo lost all consciousness and collapsed suddenly.

"Young master!"

Ah Si and Ah Wu rushed over, drew their guns from hidden holsters, and triggered the villa's security alarm.

While the bodyguards fought the black‑clad men, Xiao Kui, who was supposed to fetch the gift, drove his car over, and from the wide‑open rear door jumped out more than ten fully equipped assassins, who clashed with the bodyguard team that had rushed out of the villa.

Wen Si Luo was thrown into the car, which then sped off recklessly.

Gunfire echoed throughout the villa; Jin Chen rushed over as soon as Ling Gun Gun gave the warning, yet he was still several seconds late.

Those few seconds were enough for the car to drive away from the villa.

Jin Chen glanced dubiously at his own hand, frowned secretly but had no mind to worry, then pursued after Ling Gun Gun located the vehicle.

——

Inside the dark, empty factory, the breath was filled with a rotten smell.

On the scarred floor lay a youth wearing beige loungewear; his fair cheeks were smudged with dust, out of place amid the filth here.

Another wave of icy spray touched him; Wen Si Luo's consciousness gradually cleared, his thin clothes outlining his frail body, and after a moment of confusion he instantly became alert, lifting his gaze to see a man in the dimly lit corner.

This place is very open, yet it feels as if people hide in every corner; Wen Si Luo only feels overwhelmingly oppressed and breathless.

"Long time no see, Xiao Luo."

The man from the corner stepped out, smiling broadly at the boy climbing up from the ground, his eyes fervent and mad: "You have no idea how much I've longed to see you again."

"You've grown up, even more beautiful than before."

Wen Si Luo's body still felt weak, his respiratory tract numb and icy as if paralyzed, his slightly trembling hands behind his back.

"Wen Zhu, you dare return to the country?"

"Why not? Do you still want to let someone snatch you away for your whole life?"

Wen Zhu made a move to touch Wen Si Luo's cheek, but he harshly dodged, his messy bangs covering his dark eyes, a cold rejection.

"Don't touch me."

Wen Zhu hardened his grip on Wen Si Luo's arm, his eyes seeming bloodshot or filled with deep desire: "Xiao Luo, I advise you to just obey, don't provoke me."

With a click, handcuffs locked tightly around Wen Si Luo's wrists, and the small knife hidden in his sleeve fell out.

Wen Zhu chuckled, "Don't waste your effort, Xiao Luo; you're not suited to getting hurt."

Wen Si Luo struggled in vain; his weak body couldn't resist Wen Zhu's strength, being slammed hard against the wall, an emotionless sound reaching Wen Zhu's ears.

"My brother won't let you off!"

"You think this is what kind of place? Jin Chen won't find it so easily."

Just as his words fell, the factory's rickety main gate collapsed with a boom.

Dust rose, obscuring vision; Wen Zhu stared in disbelief at the man illuminated by the incoming light.

Jin Chen, this guy literally has a built‑in radar?!

Jin Chen: "Really, you're just this mouse."

"Hmph, good that you came." Wen Zhu snorted angrily.

Wen Zhu still remembers what happened five years ago; if he doesn't kill this person, Wen Si Luo won't obediently follow him.

"Kill him!" Wen Zhu coldly shouted.

"Brother!" Wen Si Luo cried urgently, his eyes reddening.

"Don't be afraid."

Jin Chen said to him, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting: "Brother has come to save you."

Immediately after, the assassins who surrounded Jin Chen rushed out from every corner,

Jin Chen felt a bit impatient, clenched his fists, feeling that since this morning his soul and body have been a bit unsettled, only wanting a quick battle.

The air quickly filled with a bloody smell.

But all of them are from the assassin squad that Wen Zhu brought from Annuonos City this time.

Jin Chen's weapon, even just the pistol snatched from their hands, his lean, supple body like a bow drawn to its limit, every muscle filled with explosive power and endurance.

But what frightened the assassins even more was the mysterious golden light.

As soon as the golden light appears, no matter how quickly they draw their guns, they will surely be destroyed.

Thirty-five assassins faced Jin Chen, but Wen Zhu hadn't even had time to move Wen Si Luo before only six remained.

This scene took Wen Zhu by surprise—how had Jin Chen become even more of a pervert than a few years ago!

Even in the underground fighting arena of Annuonos City, Wen Zhu had never seen anyone who could fight better than this person.

Holy shit!