Hades, the Urban Legend

Chapter 542: It's Not That Simple

"The space shattered, the divine power was stripped, exactly as you described before," Stern and Alice's faces were also grave.

Alice, who was full of charming expressions just now, had cold eyes as she whispered, "Moreover, from the technique used, it's definitely at the level of a High God or even above. Stripping divine power like this is impossible to accomplish so quickly unless there is a significant difference in divinity. At least I can't do it so fast. Damn it, we only noticed after he made a move."

"The problem is, what's the use of stripping divine power? Why does he want the divine power and not the artifact?" Yang Chen was always puzzled by this.

Stern shook his head, indicating he didn't know either, and said through gritted teeth, "The infuriating thing is that guy made a move right in front of the three of us, clearly not putting us in his eyes."

Such an incident made the usually cheerful siblings also look serious.

Soren stared blankly as the item in his hand disappeared, the Sword of Death fell to the ground, and he realized it was the "mysterious person" Yang Chen had mentioned before!

He was filled with fear. If the mysterious person wasn't after the sword's divine power but wanted to kill them, wouldn't they disappear just like the black box, without anyone knowing?!

"Lord Hades, what should we do now?" Even though Soren had been through many battles and had walked the gates of hell, his voice still trembled.

Having been played with again, Yang Chen was naturally in a foul mood, and he casually said, "Do whatever you want, throw the sword away or take it back, it doesn't matter, it's just a mortal item now."

After saying that, Yang Chen headed straight back to where they parked, and Stern and Alice took a deep look at the Sword of Death on the ground before following him.

None of the three spoke, but it was clear that each of them was holding in their anger.

The people at the port watched the backs of the three leaving, not daring to say a word. Fodesa wanted to thank Yang Chen for saving his wife and children but swallowed his words back.

When they got back to the car, Yang Chen found Lin Ruoxi still sitting there, staring blankly out the window, just as she was when they left.

Usually, Yang Chen would have thought of something to make the woman happy, even if it meant getting a cold stare, but now, he had no such mood. Once Stern and Alice got in the car, he immediately drove back to downtown Paris.

A few hours later, it was already early morning when the car steadily stopped outside the Sofitel Hotel.

On the way, Yang Chen kept silently reciting the cultivation technique of the "Scripture of Rebirth," finally suppressing his agitated mood and returning to normal.

Just as he was about to get out of the car and open the door for Lin Ruoxi in the passenger seat to please her, she unexpectedly got out of the car on her own this time and walked back into the hotel silently.

"Looks like your woman is angry, Hades. Congratulations," Stern said with a grin as he leaned over to Yang Chen. Alice, hanging on her brother's arm, also giggled.

The siblings had reverted to their usual playful selves. They got out of the car and walked back to their place, being all lovey-dovey again.

What the hell is going on?! We took down those clowns, but we still couldn't prevent the most important one, that mysterious person! What's worse is that Lin Ruoxi discovered more of my secrets and seems to be even colder towards me now!

Why?! Yang Chen couldn't figure it out. Even if she's angry at me, she should give me a chance to explain!

Yang Chen painfully ran his hands through his hair, watching Lin Ruoxi's slender figure walk away, wishing he could punch the nearby Maybach into a scrap heap!

In a business suite at the Sofitel Hotel, under dim lights, Goodman, dressed in a white nightgown, was holding a crystal glass filled with aged red wine. Barefoot, he paced in circles on the carpet.

The speaker by the bed was playing a waltz by Schubert, its light and cheerful melody lifting his spirits.

Since he handed Lin Ruoxi and the others over to the Divine Realm, Goodman had felt an unprecedented sense of elation. The thought of Lin Ruoxi and Yu Lei International becoming his soon made sleep impossible. So, he ordered a few bottles of twenty-year-old Lafite and danced to the waltz, eagerly awaiting good news in the morning!

"Your dancing skills are quite poor."

A ghostly male voice suddenly appeared on the balcony, startling Goodman!

"Who is it?!"

Goodman turned abruptly, and as the curtain of the sliding glass door fluttered in the breeze, the figure outside became clearer.

"Yang... Yang Chen?!" Goodman's hand trembled, dropping the glass of wine, which stained the floor a deep red. Pointing at Yang Chen, he stammered, "How... how are you...?"

Yang Chen expressionlessly pushed open the glass door and walked up to Goodman. Without saying a word, he grabbed Goodman by the waist and flipped him upside down!

Goodman's body, like a toy, was now hanging by one leg, held up by Yang Chen.

"What... what are you doing?!"

With blood rushing to his head, Goodman spoke with great difficulty, unable to comprehend how Yang Chen, who was supposed to be dead, was standing in his room. If Yang Chen was alive, what about Lin Ruoxi? What about all his dreams?!

The scene before him plunged Goodman from cloud nine to hell, leaving him no time to ponder Yang Chen's intentions.

Without further ado, Yang Chen, holding Goodman like an insignificant object, jumped off the balcony of the high-rise hotel!

"Ahhh—"

Goodman was petrified by Yang Chen's insane leap, and with his body upside down, he watched the ground rush up to meet him. His eyes rolled back in terror, and he passed out.

A few minutes later, Goodman felt something warm flowing across his face, accompanied by a foul stench. He groggily woke up, his vision filled with various flickering lights in shades of red, creating a dizzying effect. Shadows of people moved before him.

"Hey, white pig, finally awake? Haha, you're so pale, almost like a woman's skin!"

Rough laughter echoed in his ears, and Goodman felt a chill over his body. The confusion quickly dissipated as he realized he was completely naked!

Where am I?! Who are these people?! What's happened to me?!

Goodman instinctively touched the liquid on his face, and upon smelling it, nearly fainted again—it was urine!

"Haha, look at this white pig sniffing my piss," someone laughed uproariously.

"He really is a pig, but since it's free to play with, dirty is dirty," another reluctantly said.

Goodman finally saw the scene clearly, and his entire face turned green!

He was lying on the floor of what was clearly a seedy establishment, surrounded by a group of burly Black men!

These men wore flamboyant outfits typical of a nightclub, indicating they were performers in special shows. Their lives were obviously indulgent and depraved.

And now, he, who was supposed to be a high-ranking noble, a director of a multinational company, had become a naked toy for these men, whom he regarded as filthy insects from the lowest rungs of society!

Goodman didn't need to think hard to realize that it was the enigmatic Yang Chen who had dumped him here!

Before Goodman could even speak and beg for mercy, the men had already flipped him over, eager to start doing things that would bring him unimaginable pain!

"You! Listen to me, I can give you—"

Goodman tried to say he could give them a lot of money to spare him from such horrors.

But unfortunately, in his current state, there was no way the men would believe he could buy his way out of this.

...

"Ahhh..."

A heart-wrenching scream echoed from the neon-lit building, but in the bustling night district, it was insignificant.

This area was the famous Moulin Rouge district in Montmartre, with its myriad of bars, nightclubs, casinos, and shady businesses making the nights here particularly lascivious.

Yang Chen was sitting alone on the roof of the establishment, holding a bottle of Martell. Hearing Goodman's desperate screams, he expressionlessly took another swig.

The punishment for Goodman couldn't end easily, but Yang Chen found little satisfaction in this revenge.

Thinking of Lin Ruoxi's colder attitude towards him, Yang Chen felt that even a hundred Goodmans wouldn't make a difference.

Despite knowing he shouldn't consume alcohol, Yang Chen kept drinking heavily. Nearly two hours later, the back door of the building opened, and a man covered in various unpleasant odors, full of bruises and wounds, some bleeding and swollen, was thrown out.

The appearance of this man caused panic among the nearby people. Even in this rough district, such a pitiful sight was rare.

Goodman, if he could, would have preferred to die then and there. But after two hours of torment, his entire body was in pain, his voice hoarse from crying, and he didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue and end it all.

The intense pain and humiliation made Goodman wish for death, his heart completely broken.

"Still alive?" Yang Chen jumped down from the roof, walked up to Goodman, and looked down at him with an emotionless expression.

Goodman thought he no longer cared about living or dying, having lost even the last shred of his dignity as a man. What was the point of living?

But seeing the black void of Yang Chen's eyes, Goodman realized with utter despair that his death would not be that simple!