The beautiful CEO falls in love with me
Chapter 681 - 660:

Chapter 681: Chapter 660:

"Heh heh, listen to me, the pirates in the Arabian Sea are not a concern at all. We just need to dispatch our powerful Self-Defense Fleet to drive them away. As for the threat from the British, with the Americans backing us up, there’s even less to worry about!" San Lang said with a faint smile then continued, "The Luo Sijue family is nothing more than a grasshopper after autumn. I have a feeling that it’s time for the Hidden Families’ control over the world economy to end. Even without relying on the Luo Sijue family, we can completely rely on the Americans and on the other two major food families. Moreover, as for drug issues, we can completely avoid them by stepping up customs searches and maritime patrols. The key issue is our expatriates in Japan. We can have them seek protection from the local government, or if that doesn’t work, just have them come back to our country! The real threat to us is the Americans; our dependence on them is too great. As long as we get the green light from the Americans, killing Ye Chen is just a matter of a word!"

San Lang’s words relieved Mr. Noda a great deal. All the threats were insignificant as long as they handled the American side properly. That very night, Mr. Noda personally made a phone call to Obama. In fact, Obama was also paying close attention to the matter. He was just maintaining a wait-and-see attitude at the moment. Ye Chen wasn’t of much benefit to the United States, nor was he a significant detriment. It was merely a partnership.

Obama chatted with several of his confidants.

"Claire, how do you think we should handle this matter?" Obama looked at the few confidants in front of him and then asked, "Ye Chen just reached a cooperation agreement with us. Do you think we should give him a hand this time?"

"Mr. President, I believe that the disadvantages of Ye Chen’s continued existence in this world outweigh the benefits to us!" Secretary of State Claire looked at Obama and then shrugged, saying, "First off, looking at the development of the Heavenly Reversal Gang as well as Ye Chen’s personal strength and intelligence, he is a very tough opponent to handle, hmm. Like a cunning fox. Now we are cooperating with the fox, but in the future, the fox will be our rival."

"No, comparatively, I believe the Church Court is much tougher to deal with than Ye Chen!" A congressman immediately objected.

"But, Ye Chen may not necessarily be able to help us against the Church Court!" Secretary of State Claire shrugged again and said, "If Ye Chen could eradicate the Church Court, then I wouldn’t hesitate to support your Excellency in rescuing Ye Chen. But with so many unknowns, why not take this opportunity and let the Japanese take the blame? Ye Chen must die, that’s for certain. When would be the most advantageous time for him to die for us? I think, the time is now!"

The room fell into silence, with people staring at the ceiling, not speaking. At this moment, a phone call came through. The secretary informed Obama that it was a call from the Japanese Prime Minister, Mr. Noda. It was self-explanatory that this was a request for an opinion from Japan. Obama smiled faintly and glanced at his confidants before saying, "It seems that this tough decision has been thrown to me after all!"

In reality, Obama had already made up his mind. After continuous discussions with his confidants, he had also been pondering deeply. During their debates, he had come to a decision. After connecting with Mr. Noda and exchanging pleasantries, they got straight to the point. Mr. Noda cautiously asked about the matter of Ye Chen, and Obama’s response was non-committal, giving the impression that it was not his focus.

Mr. Noda very directly asked, "Mr. President, I’m considering executing Ye Chen. What do you think?"

"This..." Obama did not expect Mr. Noda to ask so bluntly. He smiled faintly and said, "That is your affair, it has nothing to do with me. I neither support nor oppose it!"

"Good, your word is enough for me!" Mr. Noda replied with a faint smile and then hung up the phone.

Mr. Noda took it as Obama’s permission, so he decided to act bold and reject any other voices.

Inside the prison in Tokyo, Ye Chen had already serenely regained consciousness. However, this time upon waking, he found himself in a Japanese jail cell, surrounded by pairs of numb eyes staring at him. Ye Chen had been shot in the leg twice, and the Japanese had no intention of performing surgery on him. The muscles in Ye Chen’s legs were rotting, but two days later, he miraculously began to recover. They had thought that the infection would kill him, but surprisingly, his wounds healed.

The bullets had not hit the bone, so once the wounds slowly healed, Ye Chen was able to stand up and walk around simply.

Ye Chen had been captured, and people like Feng Zhixiao were practically going insane. If it wasn’t to save them, how could Ye Chen have been so easily captured by the enemy? He was completely using himself as bait to attract the enemy’s attention and allow Feng Zhixiao and the others to escape.

At this moment, outside a suburb of Fukuoka, Feng Zhixiao, Liu the Tyrant, Li Tieniu, and the rest of the Eight Hidden Generals had all gathered. These brothers formed a circle as if they were a perpetually unchanging landscape. Feng Zhixiao cried bitterly, "It’s all f**king because of me; if it weren’t for me, Brother Chen wouldn’t have been captured!"

"Alright, our big brother did this for a reason!" Haozi and Da Xia immediately glared at Feng Zhixiao and said, "Stop nagging, let’s hurry up and think of a way to rescue him!"

"Sigh, I had people scout the area. To rescue someone from that damn Tokyo Prison is harder than reaching heaven!" Liu the Tyrant exhaled a thick puff of smoke.

"No matter what, even at the risk of life itself, we must save Brother Chen!" Feng Zhi Xiao immediately said from the side.

The Eight Hidden Generals consulted for a while and finally decided to make their move on the day of the trial. On the trial day, there’s a long distance from the prison to the courthouse, an opportunity to act definitely exists within that span. They just needed to seize the chance.

Tokyo Prison, Ye Chen was in a sorry state, wearing a worn Black Water Security Company uniform, with a slash wound on his back and his body filthy and emitting a foul smell. While Ye Chen was sitting distractedly in the corner of his cell, a woman dressed in flowing red robes walked in.

The entry of this woman made everyone involuntarily gasp in shock. The impact she brought to everyone was definitely not just a visual shock, but a spiritual one; her aura penetrated the hearts of everyone. She looked like a fairy descended from the Nine Heavens, in her flowing red robes.

"She’s so beautiful, what a beauty!" the inmates in their cells all looked at the beautiful woman.

The woman’s tall figure, her delicate legs as if they belonged to a proud crane, a thin veil covering her exquisitely gorgeous face. No one could see clearly her stunning face, but those beautiful, large eyes, the pitch-black pupils, left no doubt to everyone that she was a breathtakingly beautiful woman.

Ye Chen was also deeply attracted by this woman, her every smile, her every move. She walked forward, her gaze straight and indifferent, cold like a layer of thick ice in the winter months. Ye Chen muttered, "Why does that aura feel so familiar!"

Indeed, the woman before him gave Ye Chen a sense of déjà vu. However, that she could freely move through this Japanese prison indicated she was a person with a close connection to Japan. Therefore, she shouldn’t be someone he knew.

Suddenly, the woman stopped beside Ye Chen’s cell, then turned around, her gaze deeply looking at Ye Chen, and then, she asked in fluent Japanese, "Are you Ye Chen-kun?"

"Wrong, I’m Ye Chen, without the ’kun’," Ye Chen coldly replied.

The woman opened the cell door and walked in, as cold as a peacock, and she stood in front of Ye Chen with arrogance. Ye Chen curled up in the corner, craving a smoke, without a single cigarette on hand. The woman stood above him, like a goddess descending. Ye Chen looked up from below and, on normal days, he would have relentlessly flirted with her. Such a nation-destroying beauty was indeed Ye Chen’s type. But at that moment, from Ye Chen’s perspective, she was just an enemy or potentially Japanese. He was not in the mood to flirt at all.

"Do you... Do you not have any thoughts?" The woman was caught off guard by Ye Chen’s words.

"What thoughts could I have? If I ask you to spend the night here with me, would you be willing?" Ye Chen said, hooking up a smile, unable to resist a bout of teasing after all.

"Hmph, you are but a prisoner now, do you not fear death?" The woman’s Japanese was authentic Tokyo dialect, her face ice-cold as she coldly said, "If you have other wishes, I can fulfill them!"

"Give me a cigarette," Ye Chen glanced at her.

"Hmm!" The woman seemed to understand Ye Chen very well, immediately handing him a pack of Red Double Happiness, then she sat down beside Ye Chen with propriety. Ye Chen was startled. The woman had handed him a pack of Red Double Happiness, which caught Ye Chen off guard. He took the pack, tore open the wrapper, and put a cigarette in his mouth; the woman leaned in and gently lit the cigarette for Ye Chen.

Ye Chen stared closely into the woman’s eyes, feeling something very familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen her before. Curious, Ye Chen asked, "Do we know each other?"

"No, we don’t!" the woman quickly shook her head, maintaining a very cold attitude.

"Then how did you know I smoke Red Double Happiness? Are Red Double Happiness cigarettes sold in Japan?" Ye Chen asked with a smile. The woman took a deep breath and then snorted coldly, "Do you think I care about you that much? To tell you the truth, this pack of cigarettes was entrusted to me by someone to bring to you!"