With a loud bang, the bowls and chopsticks on the table jumped.
Instantly, Lu Chen's heart skipped a beat. As a martial arts practitioner, he immediately realized from that slap that Yang Jiangyu was a martial arts master, far superior to him.
That slap had subtly sent a shockwave rippled across the table; had it been any heavier, the dishes would have shattered. Clearly, while Yang Jiangyu was angry, she still knew her limits.
And this shockwave was something only a martial arts practitioner could perceive.
Liu Li, for example, couldn't see it; she only gasped in fright, her face turning pale.
Lu Chen grasped her hand, silently offering her strength. He coldly looked at Yang Jiangyu: "Don't think you can slam your fist on the table and make your two big rabbits jump around so dramatically. Go ahead and try slamming it again!"
Although Lu Chen was definitely no match for Yang Jiangyu in martial arts—he could only handle a few thugs—if it really came down to a duel, he could use his supernatural abilities to make this busty beauty tumble a few times first.
"Two big rabbits?" Yang Jiangyu was taken aback at first, then looked down thoughtfully, her face turning bright red. A hint of anger flashed in her eyes, but she controlled her emotions well, giggling and lightly shaking her hand: "Alright, alright, I won't slam anymore. Why bother with a little brat like you?"
Lu Chen couldn't help but smile wryly. *Tch, you're only a few years older than me? Calling me a little brat?*
"Alright, then I'll be frank."
Yang Jiangyu said, pulling a thin envelope from her pocket and placing it on the table, gently pushing it towards Lu Chen.
"This is just a small token, a deposit. There will be a much more generous reward after it's done."
Looking at the thin envelope, Lu Chen's expression turned serious. Compared to the thick stack of envelopes the restaurant owner had given him earlier, this one was truly inconspicuous. However, Lu Chen could sense its significance.
He took it and opened it; it was a check.
He paused slightly, his breath catching in his throat. A 1, followed by six zeros.
This was one million yuan.
One million yuan was a deposit; then, how much would the more generous reward be?
Liu Li, watching from the side, also frowned. A million yuan in one go—far more extravagant than Miao Yuemei's offer. However, Liu Li also realized that Yang Jiangyu didn't seem to want Lu Chen to do any work, but rather to do something else. But this only fueled her unease. A million-dollar deposit—just how difficult could this be?
While a million was a large sum, Lu Chen knew all too well the difficulty of the task at hand.
He gently placed the check on the table, pushing it back to Yang Jiangyu with a single finger. He said, "I'm very interested in this million-dollar deposit and the subsequent reward. However, Miss Yang, I need to know what it is first, whether it will seriously disrupt my life, or even… you know."
Yang Jiangyu gave a charming smile: "I understand your caution. I've prepared a document explaining this to you in detail. You'll understand once you read it. I didn't want to talk to you here; I wanted to find another place… please wait a moment."
Then, she took out her phone, made a call, and her voice became stern and domineering: "Bring me the file folder from my car."
Soon, a very imposing white man, at least 1.9 meters tall, walked in.
The restaurant patrons were somewhat surprised. Although foreigners frequently visited Yunzhou City, it was rare to see such a burly, Hollywood-movie-like foreign man.
The Caucasian man approached Yang Jiangyu and respectfully handed her a file folder with both hands.
Yang Jiangyu took it, her expression becoming serious, yet with a hint of strangeness.
She looked at Lu Chen and whispered, "Lu Chen, this matter is very important. You can't show it to anyone, and you can't tell anyone. You should take it back and read it. Remember, you must keep it a secret. Otherwise, both you and I will probably turn a good thing into a bad thing. Understand?"
As she spoke, she handed the file folder to Lu Chen.
Hearing Yang Jiangyu's words, Lu Chen hesitated for a moment.
Perhaps, he shouldn't take this thing? He was living quite well now; there was no need to cause any trouble.
In that moment of hesitation, a shrill, cold voice suddenly rang out from outside:
"Miss, isn't this inappropriate? It's against the rules; the master won't be happy."
Instantly, Yang Jiangyu's expression changed drastically.
Lu Chen looked outside and saw a thin, elderly woman turn and walk away. However, Lu Chen still caught a glimpse of her eyes and was immediately horrified.
The old woman's eyes were incredibly sharp, like a blade gleaming from hell.
Yang Jiangyu quickly put away the file folder and said in a low voice, "Lu Chen, things have changed somewhat. Our business ends here for now. I'll contact you again. But please be careful; you might encounter all sorts of people and strange things in the future. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me."
As she spoke, she scratched her little fingernail a few times on the table, then turned and left.
"Hey, here's your check," Lu Chen said.
Yang Jiangyu waved her hand dismissively without turning her head: "No need, it's just a little money, use it to pick up girls."
Pick up girls for me? Lu Chen almost laughed out loud. His eyes fell on the table, and he was immediately horrified. A string of Arabic numerals was clearly visible on the table: 33566.
Very clear, deeply etched into the wood and evenly.
To be able to carve such a mark with just a little fingernail shows remarkable skill.
Lu Chen was puzzled: "What does this number mean?"
Liu Li silently took out her phone, fiddled with it a few times, and handed it to Lu Chen: "It's probably a QQ number. This number must be valuable, right? The username is 'A Floating Leaf.'"
A Floating Leaf?
That name sounds quite tragic!
Liu Li was also quite surprised: "How can her fingernails be so hard? To carve such clear characters?"
Lu Chen smiled, didn't answer, but instead took an iron spoon and scraped off the 33566. Liu Li said worriedly, "Xiao Chen, I feel like that Yang Jiangyu is a dangerous person, very mysterious, like a mafia queen from a novel. Think about it, what could she have done to offend her?"
Breaking the rules? Will he encounter all sorts of people and strange things in the future?
Lu Chen thought about the mysterious words he had just heard, and combined with Yang Jiangyu's mysterious behavior, he already had a bad feeling. Could it be because…