My Stunning Beauty Special Agent Wife-Chapter 158 - 157 Zhao Shisan (Second Update)

Wei Xueqing caught up, seeing a group of people approaching from the opposite side, she quickly said, "Yang Chen! Ye Xin! Let’s go! A wise man knows when to retreat!"

Although she knew Yang Chen was a good fighter, she didn’t want him to get hurt. It’s better to avoid trouble if possible.

Ye Xin disagreed and said sharply, "These punks think they’re in the right. Today I’m going to teach them a lesson on how to be a decent human being!"

Yang Chen furrowed his brow, staring at the leader.

Even though this person was wearing a hoodie, covering his face in the shadow of the hat, Yang Chen still remembered this build, this presence, this voice!

"Ever heard of East Street’s Master Thirteen? After hitting Master Thirteen’s men, you owe us an explanation today!" the leader said in a deep voice.

Ye Xin cursed, "You scoundrel, who even calls themselves Master Thirteen, you’re just a societal menace!"

"Shut up!" Yang Chen snapped sharply.

Ye Xin was taken aback, looking at Yang Chen in disbelief, not knowing why he shouted at him.

But Ye Xin saw that Yang Chen’s eyes were wide open, looking at the person in front of him with a very complex expression.

Could they possibly know each other?

Ye Xin, being very perceptive, quickly speculated.

Ye Xin eyed the person in the hoodie who claimed to be Master Thirteen.

Master Thirteen slightly lifted his head, and after taking one glance at Yang Chen, immediately looked down again, even taking an involuntary step back, trembling all over.

He seemed afraid of Yang Chen.

By this time, Yang Chen was certain, even from that brief glance earlier, he recognized that this person was Thirteen!

"Zhao Shisan!" Yang Chen yelled, "What the hell are you doing here!"

The shout startled both Ye Xin and Wei Xueqing. Wei Xueqing quickly grabbed Ye Xin’s arm, looking at Yang Chen in terror, not knowing why he was so angry.

The punks across also trembled with fear at Yang Chen’s imposing presence, feeling like a giant dragon was roaring before them.

Zhao Shisan took another look at Yang Chen, panic all over his face. After a moment’s thought, he turned and ran, shouting, "Stop him for me!"

"You stop right there!" Yang Chen roared, chasing after.

Those punks were loyal to Zhao Shisan and hurriedly attempted to block Yang Chen.

But how could these people be a match for Yang Chen? They were each taken down with a punch or a kick, easily defeated.

He knocked down all a dozen or so people, and Zhao Shisan was nowhere to be found.

"Ah!" Yang Chen shouted in rage.

He grabbed the nearest person, lifted him up, and demanded, "Speak! When did Zhao Shisan start hanging around here?"

The person dangled off the ground, trembling in terror, hurriedly responded, "I, I know, I know Master Thirteen, with Thirteen, it’s, it’s been three years!"

Yang Chen threw him to the ground, grabbed another person, and asked, "Where is Zhao Shisan staying now?"

"D-don’t know, he, he just, just stays at a hostel, n-never has a home!"

Yang Chen dropped this person, grabbed another and asked, "Does Zhao Shisan have any family?"

"N-no, he’s, he’s always been alone!"

Yang Chen continued questioning others.

Ye Xin watched Yang Chen, slightly frantic, eyebrows furrowed.

She seemed to have an idea of what was going on.

After Yang Chen finished questioning everyone, confirming all the information.

Zhao Shisan came to East Street three years ago.

Zhao Shisan always moved alone, had no family, no friends, was an avid smoker, only stayed in hostels, changing locations every day.

...

"Zhao Shisan! You’re just a damned coward!" Yang Chen cursed, red-eyed, staring at where Zhao Shisan had disappeared.

Unbeknownst to Yang Chen, Zhao Shisan was just around the corner nearby, leaning against a wall, listening to Yang Chen’s roar, crying like rainfall, this muscular man squatting and sobbing like a child!

Ye Xin broke free of Wei Xueqing’s arm, came up and hugged Yang Chen from behind, whispering, "Don’t worry, since he’s here, you will find him!"

Yang Chen was filled with the thoughts of Zhao Shisan’s reddened eyes and hateful gaze from when he left.

Back then, Zhao Shisan was only eighteen.

His family also suffered a vengeful attack from ’Viper.’

The only difference was, Zhao Shisan’s fourteen-year-old sister’s fate was unknown.

On that snow-sealed mountain night, Zhao Shisan, holding a bundle, ran out.

Yang Chen held him back, asking him to wait until the helicopter arrived the next day. He knew he couldn’t really stop Zhao Shisan.

Zhao Shisan looked at Yang Chen, eyes red, tears flashing.

Zhao Shisan knelt on the ground with a thud, knocked his head three times to Yang Chen, "Brother Chen, you’re my brother, my coach, and my mentor! In this life, I can’t repay you, in the next life, I’ll repay your great kindness even if I have to be a horse or an ox!"

With that, Zhao Shisan stood and dashed into the overwhelming snow.

At that moment, Yang Chen could only watch him leave.

In Yang Chen’s eyes, Zhao Shisan was like a younger brother, cherished and cared for, but to face such a matter made Yang Chen always feel guilty at heart.

What Yang Chen never expected was that Zhao Shisan had come to Ningchuan and turned into a punk.

No family, no friends, staying in hostels every day...

Yang Chen couldn’t imagine what kind of life Zhao Shisan was leading.

"Yang Chen, no matter what, don’t rush. He must have his own reasons," Ye Xin said softly.

Feeling the soft warmth behind him, Yang Chen’s tense muscles also relaxed.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and embraced Ye Xin.

At this moment, he was most grateful that heaven had given him Ye Xin, someone who truly understood him.

"Let’s go!" Yang Chen sighed, saying to Ye Xin.

The night market journey ended here, the three of them with their own thoughts, going home to rest.

...

That night, Yang Chen couldn’t sleep.

He stood under the tree in the yard, smoking, occasionally coughing.

It wasn’t because of the cold but because the evening’s events had agitated an internal injury.

Zhao Shisan...

Among all these people, the one Yang Chen worried about the most.

Zhao Shisan was very talented, Yang Chen thought highly of him. If trained well, Zhao Shisan could take his place. Unfortunately, halfway through the training, he left.

No matter how talented or capable Zhao Shisan was, he was still a kid, lacking social experience.

Yang Chen couldn’t imagine how Zhao Shisan lived these past years.

Hearing the punk’s accounts, Yang Chen envisioned a figure in a hoodie, head down, hands in pockets, wandering listlessly down desolate streets.

When completely exhausted, finding a rundown hostel to stay in, coming out with the daylight, living numbly like a walking corpse.

Before he knew it, the cigarette burned his hand.

Yang Chen flicked away the butt, his eyes glistening with determined light, and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Shisan, you damn well won’t escape this time!"

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