Chapter 2187: You are my only color 22

Night fell, the white jade steps of the private club glimmered with a chill in the moonlight.

Three black sedans pulled up silently at the entrance; as the doors opened, the Black Stone Society's bodyguards all stepped back half a step in unison.

Wen Jin stepped out of the car, the tip of his silver blind cane tapping the bluestone with a clear sound.

He wore a sharply tailored black suit that accentuated his angular shoulders; his slender figure cast a dangerous shadow in the moonlight.

Jin Chen followed closely behind, his tall silhouette almost completely enveloping Wen Jin.

He wore a dark grey overcoat with a black turtleneck; though his attire was artistically elegant, it exuded a chilling oppressive presence.

Behind Wen Jin, Jin Chen's gaze swept over the people in the courtyard.

Third Master hurried forward, putting on a fawning smile: "Mr. Jin, Master Wen, it's an honor for me, Third Master, that you two would grace us with your presence."

Wen Jin's lips curled slightly, revealing a faint smile as he lightly tapped his blind cane on the ground: "Third Master, you're too kind."

His voice was low and cold, causing the surrounding air to stiffen a little.

Jin Chen always stood half a step behind Wen Jin, his eyes fixed on his back.

Silently, it proclaimed his absolute possession and protection of Wen Jin.

The crowd ushered the two into the club, Third Master leading the way while fawning: "Mr. Jin, your demeanor is unmatched… Master Wen, you too are a dragon among men; you two are truly a match made in heaven."

Such flattery left everyone unsure who was really the guest of honor at this apology dinner.

Wen Jin didn't respond, merely tilting his head slightly to whisper a few words to Jin Chen.

"Alright." Jin Chen replied.

Inside the club, an exquisite redwood round table had already been set, laden with delicacies.

Third Master gave a glance, and the middle-aged man following him eagerly pulled out chairs for the two: "Please sit; today we must talk things through and clear up any previous misunderstandings."

Wen Jin took his seat, his blind cane lightly resting against the table's edge.

Jin Chen sat beside him, his hand naturally resting on the back of Wen Jin's chair.

Seeing this, Third Master quickly raised his glass: "Mr. Jin, Master Wen, let me first toast you two, wishing us a pleasant cooperation!"

Heaven knows he almost gritted his teeth saying those four words "pleasant cooperation".

Just as they were about to finally seize that coveted batch from Wen Jin's hands, Jin Chen turned the tables on them in an instant—yet they couldn't find any leverage on this person, not knowing where he had come from.

Third Master seethed with frustration, yet could only go along.

Wen Jin lifted his cup, the corner of his mouth curling into a meaningful smile: "Third Master, you have good intentions."

Although his gaze was unseen, that intangible pressure made the few sitting beside Third Master unconsciously lower their heads.

At the table, the porcelain soup bowl on the sandalwood round table still steamed.

Wen Jin's silver spoon stirred the milky broth; the air filled with the fresh scent of Longjing tea, yet could not mask the tension of the undercurrents.

It was obvious that, while Third Master spoke of cooperation, he still wanted to rely on his years of underground resources to claim a larger share.

And Wen Jin would not yield an inch.

By this point in the negotiation, it usually comes down to who can sit the longest.

But Third Master's side was clearly losing ground, everyone a little unable to restrain themselves.

The lid of Third Master's purple clay teapot clinked a few times, the sound slightly sharp.

"Master Wen, you want seventy percent of this shipment—isn't that a bit too much?"

He set down the teapot, his eyes darting between Wen Jin and Jin Chen, trying to find a flaw in their expressions.

Wen Jin's voice was steady: "The channel for this shipment was opened by my people; I bear the risk, and openly the Wen family industry has a legitimate path. Seventy percent is not excessive."

That day, the one who had been forced to kneel in apology at the gate of Zhuang Yuan—San Zai—suddenly slammed his palm on the table.

His voice was shrill: "Wen Jin, don't be ungrateful! We've already given you immense face—what more do you want?"

San Zai, still resentful of the embarrassment, now had a flushed red face and clenched fists, clearly unable to bear it any longer.

Wen Jin remained composed, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

Jin Chen ladled a bowl of clear soup, brushed the back of Wen Jin's hand against the rim to test the temperature, then placed the bowl beside him, saying, "Careful, it's hot."

Wen Jin brought a spoonful to his lips and tasted it delicately.

Those at the table: "……"

Aside from anything else, these two really can endure.

Seeing this, San Zai's anger flared, and he bellowed: "Wen Jin! I'm talking to you—you're blind, are you also deaf now?"

The table fell silent.

In the next instant, Jin Chen's hand was already at his waist, moving so fast it was almost impossible to follow.

Only a bang was heard as a bullet pierced San Zai's left eye with precision.

Blood spattered onto the porcelain plate, dyeing the white tablecloth red.

Third Master's face instantly turned ashen; his teacup snapped "crack" as it hit the floor, shattering into pieces.

He opened his mouth but could make no sound, only able to watch helplessly as his son clutched his bleeding eye and collapsed to the ground.

Jin Chen's voice was ice-cold as he turned his gaze to Third Master: "Your son is ruined; get a new one."

His gaze swept over the crowd, the chill in his eyes making everyone shiver.

If he intended to stop it, he wouldn't have allowed San Zai to speak so rudely.

Everyone at the table held their breath, not daring to move a chopstick.

He's practically a mad dog beside Wen Jin!

Wen Jin set down his soup bowl, picked up a piece of meat, and held the chopstick tip near Jin Chen's lips: "Xiao Chen, the gunpowder smell is overpowering the food's aroma."

Once he obediently bit down, Jin Chen tapped the edge of the turntable with his fingertip: "Of the seventy percent I want, I'll give one tenth to Third Master for his retirement—how about that?"

Third Master: "……"

Jin Chen eased his hostility, placed the gun at Wen Jin's waist, sat back down, and said, "The flavor is not bad."

Third Master trembled, finally regaining his voice: 'Master Jin, seventy percent is seventy percent—I... I admit it.'

Wen Jin nodded slightly, 'Third Master, straightforward—then the transport and profit‑share details of this batch of goods, we'll discuss them another day.'

He stood up, and Jin Chen immediately rose as well, his hand hovering just behind his waist.

Everyone watched the two leave, only daring to exhale a long breath after their silhouettes vanished at the end of the corridor.

Third Master slumped in his chair, looking at his unconscious son on the floor, muttering: 'This world… really has changed…'

He used to think of schemes, wanting to secretly kill Wen Jin—all done covertly.

Now this Jin Chen is openly acting like a bandit!

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -5, total 77!】

In the car.

Wen Jin wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's shoulders, slowly rubbing his fingertips—only the calluses from years of holding a brush, none from gripping a gun.

'You still know how to use a gun?'

Jin Chen hummed, scratching his palm, 'A surprise, huh.'

Not the slightest bit of making excuses.

He again gently covered Wen Jin's eyes, 'Close them; the doctor said even if you can't see now, you still need to rest.'

Wen Jin chuckled, narrowing his eyes as warmth brushed over his eyelids, then lowered his head to kiss Jin Chen's cheek, 'I wasn't saying to go with the flow, was I?'

Jin Chen's shot was too swift; if he hadn't previously intimidated Third Master, today it probably wouldn't have ended so easily.

Jin Chen replied without changing expression: 'The trigger is also a mechanism.'

Wen Jin: '……'