C11 Young Master Wang Was Depressed.!

Chapter Eleven: A Downcast Young Master Wang!

At that moment, within a restaurant in the New World Tower, Yang Chen was devouring the delectable dishes before him with gusto. The food was undeniably scrumptious, which explained the rich aroma wafting through the air.

The enchanting proprietress watched him, her chin resting in her hand, her curves subtly accentuated as her gaze lingered on Yang Chen. Her large, expressive eyes were filled with questions and... a hint of curiosity. She wondered how such a young Ability User could be so fixated on money. After all, even the most basic Ability User, with the No.98 subsidy, could rake in tens of thousands a month.

Yet here was this young man, no ordinary Ability User, swayed by a mere hundred thousand yuan. It didn't make sense...

A blush tinged the cheeks of the lady boss as she bit her lip. She wasn't old by any means, just in her twenties, and still single. And Yang Chen? He wasn't much older.

Lost in her musings, she was brought back to reality when Yang Chen finished his meal with a satisfied belch.

"Ah, that hit the spot!" he exclaimed, reclining in his chair, a look of utter contentment on his face. It was his first time indulging in such a lavish meal, and the flavors still danced on his tongue.

"Delicious!" he beamed.

The lady boss returned his smile with a coy one of her own. "Little brother, are you praising the food, or...?" she teased.

Yang Chen blinked, confused. "Is there something else? I'm definitely talking about the food!"

Her face momentarily froze, but she quickly regained her composure. Yang Chen took a sip of water and leaned in with genuine interest. "By the way, you never told me why they're giving you trouble."

The lady boss gave Yang Chen a look for his obliviousness, then explained with a hint of bitterness, "They're servants from my family. My existence threatens my elder brother's position, so they're plotting to get rid of me. But due to my sensitive status, they have to resort to underhanded tactics."

Yang Chen nodded. "I'm not familiar with the intricacies of your wealthy families, but since you've paid, I'll take care of this for you."

She had just handed him eighty thousand yuan in cash, followed by an anonymous bank card, totaling a hundred thousand. That was Yang Chen's motivation to step in.

Money in hand, there was no reason to stick around. Plus, he was eager to try out that A-class spiritual energy irrigation.

"Thank you kindly, little brother," the lady boss said with a sigh, her eyes curving into crescents. In this world, having an Ability User on your side could make many problems disappear. The Wang family might be a financial powerhouse in Hancheng, but against a formidable Ability User, they were defenseless. It was no longer a merchant's world, but an Ability User's world. Wealth could vanish in an instant, unless you had the power to secure it.

Just then, a disturbance outside caught their attention. Yang Chen saw a young man followed by a group of burly men—the same ones who had caused trouble in the restaurant earlier.

"Here we go," Yang Chen murmured, a playful smile on his lips. This would make things easier, and he could get back home to sleep sooner. Oh, and he still needed to sign in for the day.

He stretched his neck and stood protectively in front of the lady boss, grinning at the newcomers. Meanwhile, Wang Teng felt like he'd swallowed something foul. The grinning young man before him was all too familiar—the one who had bested his master.

Wang Teng's face soured. He now understood the ominous feeling he'd had earlier; trouble was indeed brewing. And his subordinates had the audacity to speak up.

"Kid, you didn't appreciate our generosity before. Now, if you kneel down, maybe I'll put in a good word for you with Young Master Wang," one of the strong men taunted, advancing with a menacing grin.

He assumed that with Wang Teng's presence, any local Ability User would recognize and respect him. But Yang Chen's response left him baffled.

Yang Chen's eyes met Wang Teng's, his smile widening. He cocked his head, looking past the strong man, and asked Wang Teng, "Have we met before?"

Wang Teng offered an awkward smile, about to speak when a brusque interruption cut him off.

"What's with that attitude? My boss is talking to you!"

A man behind the group's leader pointed at Yang Chen and blurted out.

Wang Teng's face soured in an instant.

"Shut up!"

His fists clenched, Wang Teng bellowed at the muscular men.

"Young... Young Master Wang, what's the problem?"

The burly men were bewildered, unable to grasp why Wang Teng, who virtually ruled Hancheng, was reacting this way.

Even in the presence of a Grade B Ability User, Wang Teng had never lost his cool like this!

But now, what was causing his outburst...

Wang Teng felt a murderous impulse towards his dim-witted subordinates but restrained himself.

After all, Yang Chen was present.

Straining to appear cheerful, Wang Teng managed a strained smile and addressed Yang Chen, "Sir, I had no idea you were here. Had I known, I would've left the shop at your disposal. I apologize for the trouble my blind subordinates have caused you."

Wang Teng bowed deeply, stepping forward to speak to Yang Chen.

"Rest assured, sir, I'll handle these men appropriately and spare you any further displeasure."

Yang Chen offered a faint smile and a dismissive wave. "Then handle it. I'm vouching for this person. I don't want to hear of any harm coming to her, understood?"

Wang Teng's face twitched, but he nodded, his voice tinged with bitterness.

"As you say, Your Excellency."

Yang Chen's directive was clear:

Wang Teng was not only forbidden from harming the lady boss, but he was also tasked with ensuring her safety. Any trouble she encountered would be traced back to him.

Wang Teng was no fool. As a disciple of Wild Wolf and controller of a vast financial empire, he was quick-witted. He grasped the subtext of Yang Chen's words all too well.

Yet, he was powerless to argue.

After all, Yang Chen's strength was leagues beyond his own.

Perhaps he would never reach Yang Chen's level in his lifetime. Rather than entangle himself with Yang Chen, it was wiser to yield.

At the very least, it would avoid offending Yang Chen.

Moreover, Yang Chen's youth was intimidating. To have surpassed Wang Teng's own master at such a young age suggested an even more formidable future.

Yang Chen's name was destined to be counted among Hua Xia's most formidable experts.

Of this, Wang Teng was sure.

Thus, despite the blow to his pride, Wang Teng was unconcerned.

He was merely a direct heir. Once he had control of the Wang Family, such concerns would be moot.

They were not part of his plans anyway.

Yang Chen clapped his hands and turned to the lady boss with a reassuring smile, "All settled. I've earned my 100,000 yuan, and from here on out, your affairs are your own."

With that, Yang Chen left without waiting for the lady boss's response.

Wang Teng was shrewd and had witnessed Yang Chen's capabilities firsthand.

If Wang Teng dared to mistreat the lady boss now, it would only prove his own foolishness.

The lady boss watched Yang Chen's retreating figure, lips quivering as if to speak, but ultimately, she remained silent.

Once Yang Chen was gone, Wang Teng's demeanor turned icy.

With a swift motion, he unleashed a surge of energy along his arm and struck the outspoken burly man with a slap.

Thud!

The force flung the man across the room, crashing into the wall with a heavy impact.

The others flinched, heads bowed in fear.

The leader, his face drained of color, feared he'd be next, having been the most vocal. But to his relief, Wang Teng merely shot him a cold look before looking away.

The man exhaled quietly, his tension easing.

Wang Teng's gaze then settled on the woman, his voice dark and foreboding, "I'm not sure how you managed to bring him here, but from now on, you'll stay with the Wang Family. If anything happens to you, I'd have a hard time explaining it."

He lingered on the words "anything happens," making his threat clear.

The woman lifted her head, searching her brother's eyes for a hint of warmth, only to find an overwhelming chill.

Such was the nature of kinship within the wealthy elite.

With a wry smile, she gracefully turned and walked away.