Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1078: 1053: Return to the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1053: Return to the Three Kingdoms

The scene before everyone’s eyes left them completely stunned. How could such a thing be possible? The crowd was nearly struck dumb with disbelief. Suddenly, the comment section exploded into chaos.

This is legendary.

Is this the power of Huaxia’s kung fu?

Nothing but respect, this is truly incredible.

Damn, that was way too cool.

Who still dares to claim the martial arts of Hua Country have withered? They are clearly formidable.

I could swear I’m watching a big-budget action movie.

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Standing on-site, Song Simeng stared at the unfolding events, her expression shifting from fear to absolute shock. She was rendered entirely motionless, an overwhelming surge of awe crashing through her heart. Ye Chen was truly too powerful, possessing a godlike presence. Who was he, really? Could it actually be Ye Chen?

Song Simeng peered at him closely, but as he was encased in full armor, his true features remained hidden. “Ye Chen, is that you?” she asked, her eyes searching his. Yet, Ye Chen offered no reply.

He was keenly aware that his sudden display of strength was far too conspicuous. Under no circumstances could he afford to have his identity compromised, especially with major media outlets broadcasting the event to the world.

Tong Lili, who was standing beside her, was equally captivated. “So incredibly handsome.” At that moment, Tong Lili became an instant devotee. Throughout her time in the industry, she had encountered countless pretty-faced idols, but they were all mere trash compared to the man before her. Ye Chen was the embodiment of the male god she had always envisioned.

Every girl dreams of a hero who can shield her from danger, and Ye Chen had arrived during her darkest, most vulnerable hour to save her. Tong Lili had fallen hopelessly in love. She had believed such men only inhabited fairy tales, never imagining she would encounter one in reality.

Others nearby were equally riveted by his presence. “This guy is simply divine.” “If only he were mine.” “I am dying to see the face beneath that mask.” Even the directors in the vicinity had eyes glistening with professional greed; this young man had the looks to become an instant box-office sensation if he were to pursue a career as a star.

Ye Chen stepped toward Tong Lili. “You are safe now; I will see you to a secure location.” He remained cautious, fearing the assassin might have another hidden scheme. As he shielded the two women, a detachment of special forces arrived on the scene. Seeing them, Ye Chen finally relaxed. “All right, you’re safe now. Goodbye.” With those words, he vaulted directly off the edge of the high building.

“Whoa!” The crowd gasped in collective astonishment. Song Simeng rushed to the building’s edge, only to find the space empty. Her conviction solidified—that man had to be Ye Chen. She knew his features well, and despite the armor masking his face, his stature and voice were unmistakable. Most of all, his eyes—deep, like the starry night—confirmed his identity.

Ye Chen ducked through a wormhole to return securely to campus, letting out a long sigh of relief. This incident would surely shift public attention and serve as protection for Song Simeng, as the resulting media frenzy would force the mastermind to retreat into the shadows. Though Song Simeng reached for her phone, intending to call Ye Chen, she hesitated; she was already certain of the truth, having asked him for his aid only moments before.

Back on campus, Song Xiaoxiao approached him. “Ye Chen, have you seen the footage circulating online?”

“What footage?” Ye Chen feigned ignorance.

Song Xiaoxiao pulled out her phone to show him the video. It depicted a handsome, armored warrior wielding a silver spear against his enemies. Even from an aerial perspective, the fight had a cinematic quality. “Ye Chen, can you guess what everyone is calling him?” she asked excitedly.

Ye Chen gave a curious tilt of his head. “What are they calling him?”

“They call him the City Hero,” she replied. Ye Chen offered a faint, internal smile. The City Hero was him, but that was a secret he intended to keep. Suddenly, Song Xiaoxiao furrowed her brow. “Ye Chen, I don’t know why, but this person reminds me so much of you.”

A cold chill ran down Ye Chen’s spine. Had he been discovered? As he searched for a plausible explanation, she shook her head. “It couldn’t be. If it were you, there’s no way you could have returned so quickly.” Ye Chen breathed easier; he wasn’t ready to reveal the truth just yet.

Suddenly, the system issued a sharp, familiar chime. Ye Chen’s mood lifted significantly—the Worldwide Delivery order he had been anticipating had finally arrived. Though he had waited a long time for a mission, the aftermath of the rescue had evidently triggered it. He accepted the task without hesitation, as these deliveries were his most important source of growth. The request was simple: a case of white liquor and a banquet of fine dishes. After grabbing a crate of Hengshui Old Bai and picking up food from the Wanbao Tower Hotel, he initiated the wormhole.

A flash of white light deposited him onto a high mountain. Glancing at the surroundings, he realized with a shock that he had returned to the Three Kingdoms. Near the mountain’s base sat a camp full of soldiers preparing a meager meal. They looked utterly defeated, and from their banners, he identified them as the remnants of Liu Bei’s army. They were starving, scraping by on nothing but straw in their desperation.

He spotted a larger tent in the center, heavily patrolled. He instantly knew it belonged to Liu Bei. Memories of Zhao Yun flooded back; by the current timeline, Zhao Yun should have already reunited with Ah-Dou and his lord. Ye Chen was delighted, suspecting Zhao Yun was behind this request. Relying on the coordinates, he mounted his motorcycle and descended the slope.

The patrolling guards froze as he approached. “Damn, what in the world is he riding?” They stared at the figure in the yellow robe atop such a strange contraption, baffled by the unnatural speed at which he closed the distance. The sentry, panicking, blew his horn. A squad of exhausted but disciplined soldiers swarmed forward, surrounding Ye Chen to block his path. “What is that thing?” “I’ve never seen it—is it a secret weapon from the enemy?” “It’s faster than any warhorse!” “And the fool has the nerve to wear a Dragon Robe!” Everyone remained in utter disarray as Ye Chen continued his descent.