Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1116: 1091: Righteousness Before Family
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Hu Yong grew increasingly furious as he dwelled on the matter.
Never in his life, from boyhood to now, had he faced such a humiliating defeat.
No chance—he had to get revenge for this.
Hu Yong glared at Ye Chen’s vehicle.
The deeper he thought, the more suspicious it seemed.
How could some broke nobody afford to drive a car that lavish?
All of a sudden, inspiration struck him.
Of course! If the kid was the boss’s chauffeur, the boss must have granted him access.
Damn, that brat fooled me—I overlooked that fingerprints can be authorized like that.
A penniless punk trying to snatch my girl? You’re finished.
Fuming with rage, Hu Yong whipped out his phone and dialed his thug.
“Hey, round up your boys and come over. I need to school this poor loser. I’m tailing him right now—location incoming.”
“Got it, Brother Hu. Who’s the idiot dumb enough to cross you?”
Hu Yong ended the call, his gaze icy cold.
“Brat, today you’re toast. I’ll have you begging to call me grandpa.”
Ye Chen drove along, searching for a spot to grab some food.
Suddenly, he spotted a car that had been shadowing them the whole way.
Initially, Ye Chen figured it was just random.
But after a few blocks, the car kept pace.
Ye Chen made a deliberate turn, and still, it trailed behind.
He noted the plate number.
Mo A11888.
That plate rang a bell.
Ye Chen recalled it belonged to Hu Guang, Yashi Group’s deputy GM in charge of entertainment.
Last time, after Ye Chen dined out and got tipsy, Hu Guang had driven him home in that very car.
Why was Hu Guang stalking him?
Intrigued, Ye Chen rang up Hu Guang.
“Old Hu, what’s with you following my car?”
Hu Guang sounded stunned: “Me, driving? Nah, I’m at the spa.”
“Not you? But Mo A11888 is your ride, right?”
Hu Guang confirmed, “Chairman Ye, yes it is, though I lent it to my boy to use.”
Ye Chen hesitated, then a name popped into mind. “What’s your son called?”
“Hu Yong!” Hu Guang shot back.
Everything clicked for Ye Chen.
Hu Guang pieced it together too.
He knew his kid inside out.
His son, spoiled by family cash, loved showing off.
And he ran with rough street crowds.
Work kept Hu Guang too busy to rein him in before.
Now it hit him—his son must’ve clashed with Ye Chen, hence the tailing.
That damn fool of a boy.
Sweat beaded on Hu Guang’s brow.
This idiot was courting disaster.
Ye Chen? Someone you dare provoke?
Hu Guang rushed, “Mr. Ye, has my son given you grief? Rest assured, the kid climbs walls if I don’t whip him every three days. I’ll sort him out proper when I’m home.”
He cut the line.
Hu Guang dialed his son at once.
But the phone stayed busy.
His son was busy rallying his gang.
“Little Zheng, where are you guys? What, one more km? Move it—they’ve stopped!”
Hu Yong panicked as Ye Chen pulled over.
If Ye Chen and Song Xiaoxiao entered the eatery, trouble.
Song Xiaoxiao asked curiously, “Ye Chen, what’s up?”
Ye Chen grinned faintly and recounted Hu Yong’s pursuit.
Song Xiaoxiao’s brows furrowed right away.
“That jerk Hu Yong—how dare he pull this? What now?”
Ye Chen laughed softly, “Relax, I’ve got this. Whatever happens, we’re good.”
To Ye Chen, Hu Yong was mere insect, beneath notice.
As Ye Chen and Song Xiaoxiao stepped out, a van screeched in, blocking their door.
The side door flew open, spilling out a mob.
They wielded steel pipes, sported dragon inks, fierce as beasts.
Hu Yong exited his car, striding up with a sneer.
He jabbed a finger at Ye Chen’s car, snarling, “Punk, come out!”
“You broke fool, joyriding in the boss’s wheels to act big—good thing I caught on.”
The goons chimed in, “Get out, kid!”
Confirming it was Hu Yong, Song Xiaoxiao boiled over.
“Hu Yong’s gone too far—I’m phoning Uncle Hu now.”
Ye Chen smirked, “No need. I just did. His old man’s coming to handle him.”
With that, Ye Chen fired off a video of Hu Yong and his crew menacing the car to Hu Guang.
Hu Guang viewed it and nearly lost it.
“Mr. Ye, the punk ignores my calls. I’m rushing over—kid’s way out of line.”
Hu Yong, seeing Ye Chen stay put and dial, flushed with fury.
“Bust it up! Let’s see him spin this to the boss.”
The thugs obeyed, hammering the car furiously with their rods.
Credit where due—Ye Chen’s Wind God sports car was built tough.
The heavy blows only left minor dings on the frame.
The commotion drew a crowd of onlookers.
Plenty whipped out phones to snap pics.
Hu Yong posed smugly, hands akimbo.
“Keep hiding, punk—you’re just a scared turtle now.”
Suddenly, police sirens wailed.
Hu Yong jumped—cops from nowhere?
He turned to bolt, but over ten officers swarmed them.
Then Hu Guang rolled up.
He jabbed at Hu Yong, roaring curses.
“You worthless brat, thuggin’ daily—today, I’m done playing nice.”
Spotting Dad, Hu Yong froze.
“Dad, these cops…”
Hu Guang scoffed, “I summoned ’em. Officers, hammer these punks—check the mess on that luxury ride.”
Ye Chen exited then.
Hu Yong whined, “Dad, I’m your flesh and blood—why sic cops on me?”
Hu Guang backhanded him hard.
“Flesh and blood? How’d I spawn a loser like you?”
Then came kicks and blows.
Ye Chen hadn’t figured Hu Guang for such steel, calling heat direct.
Yet Ye Chen approved of Hu Guang’s move.
Hu Guang singled out Hu Yong: “Officer, he’s the boss man. Cuff him, lock him up—he needs hard lessons.”
Hu Yong gaped, stunned.
“Dad, why?”
“Why?” Hu Guang thundered with fury.
“Mr. Ye’s a stand-up guy—generous, dashing, upright—and you smash his car, order hits on him? Detention’s mercy. Home later, I’ll drill sense into you.”
Now, Hu Yong truly quaked.
Too late, he grasped he’d crossed the wrong man.