Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1188 1163: It's Hard to Be a Good Person

Compelled by the system, the motorcycle hurtled forward with Ye Chen aboard, leaving him feeling utterly out of control.

He kept his eyes shut tightly, holding his breath the entire journey, terrified of being detected by the fearsome Tyrannosaurus.

Discovery would surely mean peril; Ye Chen had no desire to meet an untimely end as dinosaur fodder.

Miraculously, the Tyrannosaurus remained unaware of his presence. Their continued roars were attributed to an ongoing territorial dispute between two of the great beasts.

"That was a close call, far too close," Ye Chen muttered to himself.

Following the system's directional prompts, Ye Chen soon arrived at a settlement inhabited by Neanderthals.

The sight before him prompted a sigh from Ye Chen. Having just narrowly escaped a dinosaur's jaws, he now found himself in this predicament.

Neanderthals, lacking the advancements of modern civilization, were driven by territorial struggles and had no concept of peaceful coexistence.

A particularly unwelcoming Neanderthal noticed the approaching motorcycle and its rider, him Ye Chen, brandishing a crude club.

Ye Chen flinched at this aggressive display. Good heavens, having just evaded a dinosaur, he was now facing an imminent assault.

"System, I bear you no ill will; why are you subjecting me to this?" Ye Chen directed his query to the system.

"Host, Worldwide Delivery order assignments are random; unforeseen circumstances are inevitable," the system responded.

Ye Chen now keenly appreciated the adage, 'better late than never.' Had he foreseen this perilous situation, he would have declined the order altogether.

Since the order was accepted, he resolved to confront the danger head-on.

Observing the Neanderthal's enraged countenance, Ye Chen did not falter but advanced with resolute determination.

Having successfully outmaneuvered the Tyrannosaurus threat, the system relinquished control of the motorcycle, granting Ye Chen the reins.

As he drew nearer to the Neanderthal, Ye Chen could sense the intense and wary gaze fixed upon him.

Upon reaching him, Ye Chen saw the club poised to strike. Swiftly, he presented the food parcel, stating, "Esteemed Neanderthal, I am Ye Chen, your Worldwide Delivery courier, and this order is for you."

Ye Chen's words caused the Neanderthal to halt his airborne swing, a look of bewilderment dawning on his face as he eyed Ye Chen and the foodstuff.

Though the Neanderthal couldn't comprehend Ye Chen's language, the aroma emanating from the parcel was incredibly enticing, causing his stomach to growl audibly.

In this primitive world, Neanderthals were unaccustomed to such culinary delights, subsisting solely on hunted game.

Furthermore, their fare lacked any seasoning, paling in comparison to the exotic flavors of Ye Chen's octopus balls or cold noodles.

Ye Chen opened the packaging, placing it before the Neanderthal. An irresistible fragrance immediately billowed forth.

A Neanderthal, after all, was still human; how could he possibly resist the allure of such a delectable meal?

The club slipped from his grasp, hitting the ground. Forsaking utensils, the Neanderthal used his hands to grab the food, stuffing it into his mouth with evident delight.

Ye Chen's primary concern wasn't an attack; rather, he feared that a conflict with a customer might lead to negative system repercussions or penalties.

Watching the Neanderthal consume the food with gusto, Ye Chen felt a pang of hunger himself.

Once this delivery was completed, he could finally return to eat.

Abruptly, the Neanderthal clutched his throat, his face contorted in pain.

Ye Chen recognized the signs of choking, a consequence of eating too rapidly.

Quickly unscrewing the cap of a plum juice bottle, he offered the beverage to the Neanderthal, gesturing for him to drink.

The Neanderthal nodded, accepting the bottle and downing its contents in large gulps.

His expression gradually relaxed, and he was moved to give Ye Chen an appreciative thumbs-up.

Ye Chen found this amusing; it seemed this Neanderthal possessed a degree of intelligence, even knowing how to express approval.

With the order successfully fulfilled, Ye Chen was free to depart. If only the Neanderthal could understand his language, he might have received a five-star rating.

However, the insurmountable barrier of completely disparate languages rendered communication impossible.

Ye Chen, eager to avoid further delays, mounted his motorcycle to leave.

At that moment, distant roars echoed, causing Ye Chen's expression to fall.

He recognized that sound all too well – the unmistakable roar of a Tyrannosaurus.

Likewise, the Neanderthal's demeanor shifted to one of grim alertness, his grip tightening on his club.

From the outset, Ye Chen had found the situation peculiar; logically, humans should not coexist with dinosaurs, yet this reality defied expectations.

Despite his bewilderment, he recognized that contemplation was a luxury he couldn't afford.

The immediate priority was escape. As Ye Chen prepared to accelerate away, he hesitated, noticing the Neanderthal's look of helpless resignation.

"Forget it, it's best I get him to a secure location before I depart," Ye Chen mused to himself.

He gestured for the Neanderthal to enter the back seat, urging him to quickly take a seat.

However, how would a Neanderthal understand such a request? He remained rooted to the spot, unmoving.

With a sigh of resignation, Ye Chen dismounted the motorcycle and approached the Neanderthal, then gently pulled him towards the vehicle.

It was unclear if the Neanderthal was frightened, but upon seeing the motorcycle, he persistently backed away as if it were a perilous object directly in front of him.

"Come now, friend, let's not have any trouble, alright? Could you please get on swiftly?" Ye Chen felt an urge to weep, yet no tears would come.

Regardless of what he said, the Neanderthal continued to retreat.

The Tyrannosaurus was observed to be advancing, drawing nearer with each passing moment.

After several attempts, the Neanderthal finally grasped Ye Chen's intention and was on the verge of boarding.

Precisely at this juncture, a system notification resounded within Ye Chen's consciousness.

"Host, danger, impending danger."

Casting his gaze upwards, Ye Chen perceived the threat was indeed present.

The Tyrannosaurus had already arrived before them, positioned a mere half a meter away, rendering any escape via the motorcycle utterly impossible.

"Man, you are the death of me," Ye Chen felt like crying but was unable to shed tears.

Had it not been for the purpose of rescuing the Neanderthal, he would have departed long ago, not finding himself in such a perilous predicament.

The Neanderthal appeared to comprehend the gravity of the situation, offering Ye Chen a look tinged with apology.

At this precise moment, Ye Chen was rendered utterly without words. If only the Neanderthal had understood his intentions sooner, would they not have already made their escape?

The Tyrannosaurus slowly drew nearer, its crimson maw agape, emitting terrifying roars.

The sound was bone-chilling, causing the very hairs on one's body to stand on end.

Ye Chen lamented within his heart; truly, the path of performing good deeds was invariably fraught with obstacles. Now, not only had he placed himself in grave danger, but it was all for the sake of rescuing the Neanderthal.

The Neanderthal exhibited a surge of courage, clutching his crude weapon tightly as a shield for Ye Chen, endeavoring to protect the individual who had provided him with sustenance.