Chapter 1829: After Raising the Good Child, I Faked My Death 23

Wen Si Luo was very unwilling to come to the training ground, especially now that he had just reunited with his brother.

But although he had successfully escaped Wen Zhu's control, facing Eld behind him, he had no choice but to temporarily submit.

The training ground and pool table were in the same space, with hardly any partitions, as sexy women and uniformed male servers moved about, serving the enforcers and VIP guests.

When Wen Si Luo entered, he attracted the vast majority of gazes, of course some of them fell on Jin Chen.

"All of you get out." Wen Si Luo said to the supervisor of the women and servers, his tone somewhat displeased.

He didn't want Jin Chen to be stared at here; what right did these people have?

Zhengyi stopped his punching motion, stood by the sandbag and looked over, a hint of interest appearing on his sweat-soaked face: "Wen Si Luo, you really insist on bringing this person everywhere you go."

"Why not let him be your healer instead? How about letting Xiao Yunran go to me? After all, you wouldn't want your beloved to get jealous, would you?"

Wen Si Luo completely ignored Zhengyi's request: "You'd be better off dying."

"Tsk, how can you be so greedy? Don't you know how the outside world gossips about your relationship with Yunran? Aren't you afraid this handsome guy will be unhappy if he hears it?"

Zhengyi took off his fighting gloves, draped them on the fence, and looked at Jin Chen: "Xigemeng, is that your name? I've heard before about the relationship between Yunran and Wen Si Luo, haven't I?"

Jin Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, leisurely glanced at the bewildered Wen Si Luo, and helplessly shook his head.

He of course knew how the outside world was spreading rumors.

"It's fine, I don't believe it." Seeing Wen Si Luo suddenly realize and become anxious to explain, Jin Chen reached out and ruffled his head first: "Brother doesn't care."

They're just fake news; you find them everywhere.

"You don't care?" Wen Si Luo apparently interpreted it another way, his pupils constricting: "You..."

I like you, I like you so much that I can no longer merely maintain the current relationship.

How can you not care?

Wen Si Luo's anger was blatant, yet the words he hadn't finished were repressed and restrained.

He was so angry he bit hard into Jin Chen's shoulder, his aggrieved, coquettish emotion predominating.

Jin Chen hissed, puzzled by how quickly a child's emotions could change.

Fine, he's no longer a child.

"You little brat, why are you biting me properly?"

Jin Chen pinched his face, yet wore an indulgent smile: "Brother cares, Xiao Luo can't have anyone else you like; you must like me most, okay?"

He clearly knows what he likes to hear.

Wen Si Luo thought that, then his anger suddenly dissipated, he gave an awkward hum, and only later realized he felt a bit guilty.

He glanced at Jin Chen, lowered his head to rub the bitten shoulder, and became obedient again.

"Yunran is my assistant, there's nothing else between us." Wen Si Luo said softly, then suddenly thought of something, furrowed his brows and demanded: "But you also can't talk too much with him."

"Rest assured, your brother isn't that much of a tasty morsel."

Jin Chen laughed helplessly.

"Good heavens, I've really seen ghosts alive."

Zhengyi, wanting to tease a bit to see Wen Si Luo unhappy, cursed silently, looked down on Wen Si Luo, and said: "You actually still have such a disgusting side."

Wen Si Luo: "Unlike you, you're disgusting every day."

——

Though called "training," it actually meant going straight onto the fighting platform to spar; it just wasn't as unrestrained as in official matches, after all, genuine practice is what quickly boosts strength.

Wen Si Luo changed into the lightest fighting vest; his opponent on the platform was a buzz‑cut, rugged Western man many times larger than him, with terrifying muscle mass.

Even so, the buzz‑cut man dared not relax his vigilance; instead he felt a death‑like threat closing in step by step—coming from his opponent, the young master who had gone from training to defending fighting champion in just three years.

Or perhaps because he knew Jin Chen was still watching from below, Wen Si Luo actually sensed a hint of nervousness from his own tense emotions, making his outward aura even more solemn and icy.

The whistle blew, and the fight began.

Wen Si Luo wanted a quick victory; as the buzz‑cut man approached, he showed no restraint in his killing intent, taking advantage of the opponent's inattention, he closed in and lightning‑fast kicked away the attacking fist, then swiftly moved to pinch the throat with five fingers, drawing them together.

When a person is suffocating they lose strength; even just relieving a bit of force is enough to be unable to withstand Wen Si Luo's ensuing smooth, flowing techniques.

These are all unexpected and especially cunning unorthodox methods, yet impossible to defend against.

At that moment below the stage, Jin Chen caught sight of Yunran walking in carrying a medical box, looking left and right for a while before actually sitting on the opposite side of the bench.

Jin Chen snatched a glance and suddenly asked: "What's the deal with Xiao Luo's arm wound?"

He would have liked to ask Wen Si Luo, but the latter kept evading, which made Jin Chen furious.

But what could he do? Even looking so pitiful, he still couldn't bring himself to be fierce.

He truly was like something held in the palm, afraid it would melt; how could he bear to be harsh?

Jin Chen could only learn the truth from others' mouths.

He knew this question couldn't be avoided; Yunran silently cursed in his heart, shifting his gaze from Wen Si Luo on the stage to Jin Chen.

"I'm not entirely sure; does Luo‑ge want you to know about this?"

"I can confirm, your sister's situation in the casino isn't good."

Jin Chen said without changing his expression.

Yunran took a deep breath: "I won't expose Luo‑ge's secret; threats are useless."

"I can get your sister out of the casino and away from the underground city."

Yunran: "……"

"Damn it."

"What the heck is this guy doing!"

Jin Chen's fixed gaze on the stage finally shifted slowly to Yunran: "No one cares more about Xiao Luo's secret than I do."

As soon as Yunran said that, he keenly felt Jin Chen's face suddenly darken, and frightened, he silently shifted a bit farther away from the chair.

As soon as Yunran spoke those words, she keenly sensed Jin Chen's face darken suddenly, and, frightened, she silently moved a little farther from the chair.

"No reason?" Jin Chen asked.

"Luo Ge injured Candle Grandpa, crippled his legs, and Mr. Eld is furious; this is a warning to Luo Ge not to break the rules."

"Bullshit rules."

Jin Chen spoke coldly, both ruthless and utterly cold.

"Whoa! Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Eld has many informants; be careful he doesn't hear you." Yunran hurriedly whispered to stop him.

Jin Chen's gaze swept over all corners, he curled his lip in disdain, very arrogant.

"Then my sister..."

"She left the casino the day before yesterday."

Yunran exclaimed, "You let her go?"

Jin Chen thought back to what happened that morning the day before yesterday, and did not deny it.

Anyway, the door was blown up; whoever escaped in the chaos has nothing to do with him.

【You really are humble.】 Ling Gun Gun chuckled, 【Now the whole underground city is issuing a warrant for you.】

But everyone who had seen Jin Chen doing wrong said they only vaguely saw that person was tall and couldn't tell if they were male or female, so the warrant is effectively useless.

Their conversation lasted only a few minutes, accompanied by the short-haired man on stage being unable to bear being forced to admit defeat, and Wen Si Luo also looked over.

The surging emotions aroused by the fight made it even harder for reason to suppress; his dark, heavy gaze locked onto Jin Chen, his pupils trembling slightly.

Jin Chen felt that his little brat's emotions were off.

Yunran hurriedly said, "Luo Ge gets very excited after every fight."

Jin Chen then realized that several members of the Wen Family were like that, and Wen Si Luo, whose violent genes had been provoked, was no exception.

He walked straight onto the platform, and in full view of everyone, caught Wen Si Luo as he jumped down from the edge of the three-meter platform.

Wen Si Luo slipped his arm around Jin Chen's waist, tightly restraining him, glanced at Yunran from behind him, and a low murmur sounded in Jin Chen's ear.

"Brother, you're not listening."

"What nonsense about overturning the heavens."

Jin Chen pinched the back of his neck, "Then tell me, how am I not listening?"