Chapter 134 - 111: Thirty Years East of the River, Thirty Years West of the River, Don’t Bully the Poor Son of a Concubine

Chapter 134: Chapter 111: Thirty Years East of the River, Thirty Years West of the River, Don’t Bully the Poor Son of a Concubine

Sea Guardian Guard. Inside an inconspicuous inn.

Yan Xun crumpled the newspaper in his hand into a ball and viciously threw it on the ground.

"Useless trash! Absolutely useless!"

He snarled, grinding his teeth, his handsome face contorted with rage.

He had thought that hiring Yu Fengxian would be enough to grind Chen Ye to dust, to make him kneel and beg for mercy like a dog.

But who could have imagined that the top Actor from the Capital City would also lose, and lose so thoroughly at that? He had even taken down his sign.

After the anger came a sliver of fear. The end of the report made it clear that Wu Xuan had publicly declared that if he dared to return to Pingjing, Wu Xuan would make sure he paid the price.

Wu Xuan was just an Actor, and he himself was from a powerful family.

But he knew his own situation best.

Though his surname was Yan, he was merely the son of a concubine.

In that great clan, which placed immense importance on the hierarchy between legitimate and illegitimate children, he was like an invisible, disposable person. He was never well-regarded, or else he wouldn’t have secretly cultivated someone like Li Kang to amass wealth for him.

But Wu Xuan was different.

A performer, on his own, was nothing to be afraid of. But this particular Wu Xuan happened to be Prince Yu’s favorite!

And what kind of man was Prince Yu? He was the sort of presence who could make the very ground in Pingjing tremble with a stomp of his foot.

Wu Xuan had followed the Prince for so many years; the connections he had built in the circles of the rich and powerful were far beyond anything he himself could match.

If Wu Xuan really wanted to deal with him in Pingjing, no one in the family would ever stand up for an abandoned son like him.

At that point, he probably wouldn’t even know how he died.

"Damn it!" Yan Xun slammed a fist on the table, then sucked in a sharp breath from the pain.

"If this place doesn’t want me, another one will! A wise man knows when to retreat! A gentleman’s revenge can wait ten years! You all just wait. Sooner or later, I’ll make every last one of you kneel and beg for mercy!" Yan Xun muttered, consoling himself as he plotted his escape.

’I can’t go back to Pingjing for now,’ he thought. ’I have to find a place to lay low and wait for this to blow over before I can plan my next move.’

Meanwhile, in a private room backstage at the Guangle Building, the fragrance of tea wafted through the air.

Chen Ye pushed two cups of freshly brewed tea toward Mr. Lu and Qi Shihao.

"Boss Chen, did you have any instructions for us?" Qi Shihao asked, picking up his teacup. His attitude was even more respectful than before.

He had watched the entire stage rivalry between Chen Ye and Yu Fengxian over the past few days.

He never expected that even a famous star from Pingjing would concede defeat, and the power Chen Ye had displayed in the process had been astonishing.

As a result, his attitude had become increasingly deferential.

"It’s not a matter of instructions," Chen Ye said with a faint smile. "I just wanted to ask you two for a small favor. Help me find someone."

"Yan Xun?" Mr. Lu reacted instantly.

Chen Ye nodded. "I’d like you two to have your people watch the train station and the docks. Also, please have our brothers in the city keep an eye out and see where he might be hiding."

Qi Shihao thought for a moment, then asked doubtfully, "Boss Chen, could Yan Xun have already fled back to Pingjing?"

"He wouldn’t dare." Chen Ye lifted his cup and gently blew away the foam. "Wu Xuan made his warning clear before he left. If Yan Xun returns to Pingjing now, he’d be walking right into a trap. So, he should still be hiding in Sea Guardian Guard, or he’s trying to find another way out."

"Don’t you worry, Boss Chen!" Qi Shihao immediately slapped his chest in assurance. "I’ll put the word out right away. Even if we have to turn all of Sea Guardian Guard upside down, we’ll drag that son of a bitch out for you!"

And what kind of man was Qi Shihao? He was the second-in-command of Sea Guardian Bay’s entire Six Gates, a man of real power.

Countless gangs depended on his favor to survive, so with a single word from him, the entire underground Martial World of Sea Guardian Guard sprang into action.

Countless pairs of eyes began searching every corner of the city for the man named Yan Xun. Informants were especially thick at the train station and the docks.

But a day passed, and it was as if Yan Xun had vanished from the face of the earth, leaving not a single trace.

Chen Ye, however, was not in a hurry. He sat in his courtyard, leisurely feeding the koi in the pond.

’This whole affair was just a nice-to-have,’ he mused. ’If they found him, I could conveniently eliminate a future threat. If not, it’s no great loss.’

In any case, Chen Ye had plenty of patience.

But while he had patience, Yan Xun had become a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.

He went out once but returned before even reaching the train station, because he could feel the tense atmosphere outside.

’Obviously, someone is looking for me.’

’And the one behind it is, without a doubt, that bastard Chen Ye.’

This filled him with alarm and rage.

It was one thing to be threatened by a famous star like Wu Xuan; he could accept that loss.

But for a mere Actor from Sea Guardian Guard like Chen Ye to dare make a move against him—this was an utter and complete humiliation!

"Chen Ye... you just wait!" Yan Xun gritted out, his eyes filled with resentment. "The wheel of fortune turns! Don’t look down on a poor concubine’s son! For the humiliation of today, I will repay you a hundredfold in the future!"

Despite his harsh words, the circumstances were against him, so he could only hold his nose and accept it.

He knew the train station and the main roads were definitely out of the question. His only way out was to sea.

So, he sewed all his gold, silver, and valuables into the lining of his clothes, procured a set of shabby garments, and disguised himself as a down-on-his-luck merchant. He went to the docks and bought a second-class ticket for a ship heading to a southern port.

He thought the whole process was flawless.

But he forgot that some things are carved into your very bones.

Though he wore coarse linen clothes, the way he disgustedly avoided puddles of dirty water on the ground, his unconsciously ramrod-straight posture, and the air of imperious authority he unintentionally projected were all completely at odds with his attire.

And to the old veterans of the Martial World at the docks, who lived by their sharp eyes, his paltry disguise was riddled with holes. It would have been difficult *not* to notice him.