The Favored Heiress
Chapter 391: You, the mighty Overlord of the South Sea, short of money?

Chapter 391: Chapter 391: You, the mighty Overlord of the South Sea, short of money?

He Chen looked at him wordlessly, his face set as he crushed the cigarette butt on the ground, "Fuck, even if I begged you, I wouldn’t just give you two hundred million for nothing. You, the Overlord of the South Sea, short on cash?"

"Not short, but the more the better," the man raised an eyebrow, a faint smile covering his handsome face.

He Chen: "..."

If Qiu Huan and Ou Bai and others were here, they would probably be surprised by Shang Yu’s attitude towards He Chen.

As brothers, Shang Yu was mostly indifferent and composed in their presence, like a taut bow, calm and self-contained, sparing with words.

But in front of He Chen, it was as if Shang Yu had let down all his defenses, relaxed and a bit more lively.

Because even Qiu Huan, who had a deep friendship with him, didn’t know that in the vast South Sea City, the two people Shang Yu trusted unconditionally were Li Qiao and He Chen.

After a few seconds of silence at the gambling table, He Chen ground out the cigarette butt with his leather shoe and scraped his teeth against the corner of his mouth, "Take down Tu Anliang from South City, what’s in it for me?"

"Open the underground casino in South City at your leisure, plus three official Gambling City licenses."

Shang Yu’s steady voice fell into He Chen’s ears, and he smiled, lifting the corners of his eyebrows, "Not bad, getting all these benefits for one Tu Anliang. If you’d said earlier, I wouldn’t have fucking bothered going to other provinces to pull connections these past few days."

He Chen had just returned to the South Sea the day before yesterday, and during his half-year absence, he had actually opened up several fringe city underground channels.

At this moment, Shang Yu was playing with the chips in his hand, glancing at He Chen with a raised eyelid, "At the South Sea Conference, take down Tu Anliang, and South City goes to Qiu Huan."

"Qiu Huan?" He Chen scoffed contemptuously, "Is the Qiu Family so bored out of their minds that they’re actually starting to meddle in the underworld of the South Sea?"

Shang Yu casually tossed the chips on the table, unfolded his crossed legs, and stood up, "East City and North City, you handle it."

He Chen’s expression darkened, glaring at the man and then at the chips on the table, "I can handle it, fifty million per person, a hundred million for two."

The man remained silent, giving a look to Liuyun, who immediately stepped forward to start organizing the chips on the gambling table.

Perhaps there were too many chips, Luoyu also came over with a tray to help.

He Chen was grinding his teeth, ready to start a fight.

In less than five minutes, Shang Yu left the casino through the back door of the private room.

After exchanging the chips, Luoyu and Liuyun followed the cars under He Chen’s gaze.

The bodyguard confidant stood at the private passage watching the cars drive away, sneaking glances at He Chen, whose temples were twitching, "Brother Chen, that girl is still upstairs..."

It was as if He Chen hadn’t heard, cursing and swearing in place, "Fuck Shang Shaoyan’s grandfather, he took two hundred million from me."

At the same time, the Yan Emperor’s fleet slowly drove out of the Qiaojin Road intersection, with Shang Yu resting with his head back against the seat.

From the front row, Luoyu looked back and reminded softly, "Boss, Miss Li called earlier, and asked you to call her back when you’re not busy."

The man suddenly opened his eyes and took out his phone from his pocket, only then noticing several missed calls on the screen.

He had set his phone to silent during his meeting with He Chen.

Shang Yu furrowed his brows, ready to return the call, and asked in a low voice, "Did she mention what it’s about?"

Luoyu shook his head, "No, Miss Li just said to have you call her back when you’re free."

As soon as the call connected, it rang for a long time, but nobody picked up.

Shang Yu’s brows gradually knitted together, and as he was about to redial, he ordered, "Ask the lab what she’s doing."

The second time, Li Qiao’s phone still didn’t get answered, and at the moment of automatic disconnection, Shen Qingye’s call came in.

Shang Yu’s expression turned cold, a dark and biting light in his eyes, and he answered with an indifferent single word, "Speak."

...

On the other hand, He Chen lazily made his way back to the second floor, approached the door of the rest room, and before the bodyguard could open it, he heard a series of suggestive moans coming from inside.

What the hell?

He Chen’s handsome face suddenly darkened, his voice dropping several degrees, "Open the door."

There were rules in the underground casino, and the cardinal sin was to mess with the gamblers here.

Especially the female guests in the VIP Hall.

Naturally, he had also heard the noise from the room, coming from He Ao.

The bodyguard twisted the doorknob and gave it a push, "Brother Chen, the door is locked from the inside..."

"Do I need to teach you how to kick down a door?" He Chen coldly glanced at the bodyguard, the tone laden with an especially thick smell of gunpowder.

Looking sheepish, the bodyguard stepped back two paces and kicked the door three times hard. The latch broke with a ’click’, and the wooden door swung open.

He Chen’s lips were tightly pursed as he brushed the bodyguard aside and strode in.

The lounge was dim, the lights not even on, with only the wall lamps casting a faint glow around.

But it was enough light for He Chen to see clearly inside.

The sound still echoed in his ears, and indeed, it was He Ao who had made it, except now he was lying on the ground, clutching his stomach and moaning non-stop.

He Chen: "..."

He put one hand on his hip, walked up to He Ao, bent down to look at him and nudged his thigh with his shoe, "What happened?"

At the sound, He Ao, sweating profusely from pain, caught his breath and pointed towards the sofa while lying on the ground, "Brother, she hit me."

He Chen followed the direction of He Ao’s pointing hand, and the next second, he disdainfully kicked He Ao’s shoulder with the tip of his foot, "Scram, scram, scram. Don’t fucking call me brother, you’re useless."

The bodyguard stepped forward to help He Ao up, his eyes wide with surprise as he looked at Li Qiao.

The girl looked thin and frail, how could she have beaten their Brother Ao until he howled in pain?

Ignoring He Ao, He Chen casually switched on the overhead light, and under the suddenly bright illumination, he saw Li Qiao apparently sending a message on her phone.

Hmm, interesting.

He Chen wickedly curled his lips, walked straight over to Li Qiao, one hand in his pocket and the other behind his back, bent down and tilted his head to look at her, "Babe, heard you were looking for me?"

Babe?

Li Qiao disliked this appellation, lifting her head from the screen to size up He Chen coolly.

He indeed lived up to the words ’handsome’.

Unlike Shang Yu’s noble aloofness or Xiao Yeyan’s androgynous beauty, He Chen seemed to exemplify the typical ruffian handsomeness, the kind that was irresistibly charming to women.

Though Yun Lih was also charming and unrestrained, he was more discreet and solid.

He Chen always wore a smile on his handsome face, like a masked disguise, making it impossible for anyone to discern his true emotions.

Especially those narrow eyes with slightly upturned corners that seemed affectionate, but were actually cold and ruthless.

Li Qiao’s gaze fell on his light mauve shirt. She leaned back against the sofa, establishing a safe distance, "Yeah, looking for you."

He Chen tilted his head slightly and glanced at He Ao with a mixture of amusement and interest, "You were looking for me, so why hurt my little brother?"

"Probably because... he deserved a beating." Li Qiao stroked her chin and arched an eyebrow, glancing at He Ao’s bruised face.

He’s so easily hurt? She didn’t even hit that hard!

He Chen pursed his lips thoughtfully and leaned in closer to Li Qiao, "Even if he deserved it, I would be the one to teach him a lesson as his brother. What do you mean by stepping in? Trying to be his sister-in-law?"

Li Qiao: "..."

She truly hadn’t expected He Chen’s thought process to be this peculiar.

The boss of West City Casino, how can he be such an