After work, Lin Kuang drove ho with Liu Shilin. The Witch was already there. After greeting the two won, Lin Kuang made his way to Yang Ruoxi's villa.
However, when he arrived at the entrance, he was surprised to see Yang Wucheng's military jeep parked there.
Why is Uncle Yang back? Lin Kuang wondered, stepping into the villa's living room.
Upon entering, he couldn't help but feel taken aback. In the living room, Yang Wucheng was sitting on the sofa, chatting with a middle-aged man. His wife, Zhang Qian, was beside him, and a young man sat beside the middle-aged man. Yang Ruotong and Yang Ruoxi were sitting opposite them, with Xinxin nestled in Yang Ruotong's arms.
For so reason, seeing this scene gave Lin Kuang an inexplicable feeling that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Little Uncle, you're here!" Xinxin cried out gleefully, running over barefoot. She looked incredibly adorable.
Seeing this, Lin Kuang naturally scooped her into his arms. "You little rascal," he said with a laugh.
Hearing Xinxin call Lin Kuang 'Little Uncle,' the middle-aged man beside Yang Wucheng flashed a look of surprise, while the young man next to him looked even more displeased. Though Lin Kuang was holding Xinxin, he observed the two n from the corner of his eye.
Seeing their expressions shift, he had a pretty good idea. It seed they were here for Ruoxi. Lin Kuang thought.
Just then, Yang Wucheng said with a smile, "Lin Kuang, you're here! Co, sit." As he spoke, he waved him over, looking visibly relieved.
Lin Kuang was a bit puzzled by the situation, but hearing Yang Wucheng's words, he nodded with a smile. "Okay, Uncle Yang."
With that, Lin Kuang casually took a seat next to Yang Ruoxi. At the sight of this, the young man's expression soured once more, and he shot Lin Kuang a look that carried a clear warning.
Lin Kuang's eyes narrowed slightly. He now understood. The man was indeed here for Yang Ruoxi, and likely not for a simple reason. At this thought, a faint smile touched his lips. If anyone dared to take Yang Ruoxi from him, he wouldn't hesitate to teach them a harsh lesson, regardless of who they were.
Yang Wucheng observed Lin Kuang and sensed a change. The young man, who had been mild-mannered upon arrival, now projected a sharp, imposing aura. Smiling inwardly, Yang Wucheng seed to understand the reason for this shift.
"Co, Lin Kuang, let
make an introduction," Yang Wucheng began after a slight pause. "These two are from the Chen Family of Chenjiagou."
Hearing this, Lin Kuang felt a jolt of shock. The Chen Family from Chenjiagou? And Uncle Yang is being so polite to them… It's obvious. They must be from *the* Chen Family, the one famous for its Tai Chi!
At that realization, Lin Kuang grew more serious. After all, this was the family of Chen-style Tai Chi. Their long-standing fa wasn't just for show; it was backed by genuine strength and heritage.
Seeing Lin Kuang's reaction, Yang Wucheng continued, "The man beside
is the third-ranked in the Chen Family, Chen Zhongrui. And the one beside him is his son, Chen Shaowen." As he spoke, his gaze once again fell on Lin Kuang.
Lin Kuang's heart stirred. The third-ranked of the Chen Family, Chen Zhongrui! He handles all the family's external business, making him an incredibly powerful and influential figure. He's also a renowned expert. While most of the Chen Family lives in seclusion, with many unconfird rumors about their strength, Chen Zhongrui often moves about in the secular world. His personal strength is known to be formidable—a fact many are well aware of. And because he is ranked third, people respectfully address him as Third Master Chen!
With that thought, Lin Kuang placed Xinxin on Yang Ruoxi's lap, stood up, and walked over to Chen Zhongrui. He bowed slightly to show respect for an elder.
"I have long admired the renowned Third Master Chen. It is an honor for this junior to et you today," Lin Kuang said, his tone respectful, neither servile nor overbearing.
Chen Zhongrui quickly rose and steadied Lin Kuang's arm. "My young friend, you flatter ," he said with a warm smile. "My reputation cos from friends who hold
in high esteem and tend to exaggerate. Please, there's no need for such formalities." His tone was gentle and he appeared very modest, without any air of superiority.
"Haha, Third Brother, I haven't even properly introduced him yet," Yang Wucheng chid in with a laugh, addressing Chen Zhongrui with a familiarity that suggested a close relationship. "Lin Kuang is the special forces instructor I personally hired. This young man is quite capable."
Chen Zhongrui nodded with a smile. He had noticed the mont Lin Kuang walked in that he was no ordinary person, but an Ancient Warrior. The temperant of such an individual was completely different from that of an ordinary man.
"Uncle Yang is too kind. I'm just helping out; I can hardly be called an instructor," Lin Kuang replied with a modest laugh. His humble tone and low-key deanor made a good first impression.
"Worthy of soone Wucheng has his eye on. He's certainly no simple man," Chen Zhongrui said with a laugh, his tone carrying a hint of sothing more.
"Haha, Third Brother, you jest. Lin Kuang, this is Shaowen. You two should get acquainted," Yang Wucheng said.
Lin Kuang turned his gaze to Chen Shaowen. The young man was quite handso but carried an air of arrogance. He looked at Lin Kuang with an air of superiority, like an emperor regarding a subject—an extrely unpleasant feeling.
Lin Kuang felt a flicker of annoyance, but this was Yang Wucheng's ho, and since his host had made the introduction, Lin Kuang naturally had to show him face. With this in mind, he extended his hand with a smile. "Brother Chen, a pleasure to et you. I'm Lin Kuang."
Hearing this, Chen Shaowen shot him a disdainful look, let out a quiet snort, and only then extended his own hand.
"Hello," he said curtly, as if begrudging every word.
As their hands clasped, and just as Lin Kuang was about to pull away, a powerful force suddenly erupted from Chen Shaowen's palm
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