Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1129: 1104: A Bunch of Brats

Once Ye Chen finished the call, he hastily dressed and stepped out of the house.

Igniting the engine of his sports car, he raced toward the deserted factory noted in the earlier conversation.

Mid-journey, Song Xiaoxiao's incoming call buzzed.

“Ye Chen, what are you doing?”

Upon arriving home, Song Xiaoxiao recognized her own willfulness had been excessive. Ye Chen held no blame, but she had accused him nonetheless.

He had showered her with countless toys, yet she offered no thanks and instead lashed out in a fit.

After some reflection, she resolved to phone Ye Chen and diffuse the strain between them.

“Xiaoxiao, I’m busy now. I’ll talk to you later,” Ye Chen responded via the phone.

Song Xiaoxiao discerned that Ye Chen wasn't indoors but out elsewhere, sparking her ire immediately.

“Ye Chen, it’s so late, why aren’t you staying at home? What are you doing outside?”

In the midst of her words, visions sparking jealousy flooded her thoughts.

Ye Chen had no chance to reply before the connection severed. In truth, it wasn't his doing—his phone's battery had depleted.

“He dared to hang up on me; he must be up to no good,” Song Xiaoxiao said angrily.

Proud by nature, she refused to dial Ye Chen once more, certain he would reach out to her.

Clutching the phone in gloom, Song Xiaoxiao unknowingly slipped into sleep.

…

Deep within the rundown warehouse.

The crew-cut man and his gang of thugs waited in tense anticipation.

Suddenly, Huang Mao questioned, “Boss, why hasn’t this guy come yet?”

The crew-cut man shared the confusion. Had his assessment been off, just as they'd suggested?

Ye Chen and this girl share no relation, so why risk anything for her survival?

“It seems I really overestimated myself, assuming too much. Ye Chen already has a girlfriend, why would he care about me? He’s probably with his girlfriend now,” Zhao Ziwei thought to herself.

“Call Ye Chen again,” the crew-cut man commanded.

Huang Mao gripped the phone, punched in Ye Chen’s number, and received only the prompt, “The phone you have dialed is powered off.”

“This guy’s phone is off,” Huang Mao said, staring at the phone in surprise.

This news left the crew-cut man exasperated too. Did the girl truly have no link to Ye Chen, rendering his prior assumptions false?

His eyes flicked toward the girl, gleaming with lewd intent.

He'd shown no prior desire for her, but her failure to summon Ye Chen shifted his focus to unleashing fury upon her.

News of Ye Chen’s powered-off phone plunged Zhao Ziwei into deep despair.

In that instant, she surrendered to destiny, even pondering biting her tongue for a swift end.

“Take this girl inside, we’ll take turns,” the crew-cut man said with a smile.

The man's declaration sent a shiver through Zhao Ziwei’s heart, though a scheme quickly formed.

She would never allow these brutes to lay hands on her, fully aware their handling would be ruthless.

This realization solidified her desperate plan.

Mere moments from enacting it, a sports car’s thunderous growl resounded outside the warehouse, soon followed by a shadowy form at the doorway.

Approaching nearer, the figure revealed itself unmistakably to the crew-cut man and Zhao Ziwei.

It was Ye Chen, precisely the one they'd anticipated.

“I’ve come as you requested, now can you let the girl go?” Ye Chen said in an icy tone.

Ye Chen’s unexpected arrival filled Zhao Ziwei with joyful tears. She’d never fathomed he’d truly prioritize her well-being.

He’d braved this place solo to save her.

“How could you be so easily fooled? We’re not going to let such a beautiful girl go,” the crew-cut man said with a smile.

“This girl was just to draw you out. Soon, we’ll show you how she serves us,” the short man said.

Observing these lads even more youthful than himself, Ye Chen shook his head in helpless dismay.

He couldn’t comprehend the parental guidance—or lack thereof—that shaped these youngsters into such a state.

Foul language poured from their mouths, perverse notions corrupting their minds.

“Don’t you know this will make your parents sad? I advise you to stop now,” Ye Chen said, sighing.

“Kid, don’t mention parents in front of us, they don’t exist in my life,” Huang Mao suddenly said.

The surrounding faces mirrored fury and grief.

Ye Chen grasped these were youths starved of parental warmth, evoking pity within him.

Provided he secured the girl’s release, he’d show mercy, surrendering them to law enforcement.

Ye Chen faced the crew-cut man and said, “Things between you and me shouldn’t involve an innocent person.”

“Ye Chen, blame her for speaking up for you; she brought this upon herself,” the crew-cut man said viciously.

Then he turned to the gang members and said, “All of you, get this guy, finish him quickly, then we’ll torture this girl in front of him so he’ll regret crossing me.”

Upon hearing the crew-cut man’s words, the gang members surged with excitement. Their fury had been building up for quite a while, and they burned to release it.

Gripping gleaming knives, the gang members lunged toward Ye Chen.

These were merely seventeen- or eighteen-year-old youngsters, hardly a concern for Ye Chen.

Still, Ye Chen knew he shouldn’t take them lightly, since they wielded knives and a single slip could leave him wounded.

He had zero interest in getting stabbed; the very idea made him wince.

As the crowd charged at Ye Chen, Zhao Ziwei squeezed her eyes shut fast; she couldn’t bear watching him get pummeled.

The assailants arrived in a flash, and they were sent flying just as swiftly.

In mere moments, Ye Chen dispatched them all, flinging them away like sacks of flour, causing heavy thuds on impact.

The gang members sprawled across the ground, clutching their guts, arms, or legs.

Pained wails echoed everywhere.

“From the sounds, it’s more than one voice crying out, so Ye Chen definitely wasn’t the one getting beaten,” Zhao Ziwei pondered silently.

She flung her eyes open and spotted Ye Chen completely unscathed, a wave of joy washing over her heart.

With her heart now at ease, she gazed at Ye Chen with heightened admiration.

Ye Chen had single-handedly crushed so many opponents. Handsome and a fierce fighter, he embodied the dream hero of every girl.

The moment Ye Chen showed up at the door, Zhao Ziwei had recalled “damsel in distress,” never dreaming a man would throw himself into danger to save her. Even facing death, she’d harbor no regrets, as long as she could go down with Ye Chen.

Right when she assumed the danger had passed, the crew-cut man abruptly grabbed a knife, his eyes flashing with savage intent.