After Yang Chen briefly looked at Chen Dehai’s data, the first thing he felt were these words, “ambitious and ruthless”, without a care for the world’s ethics and morals, and he even more so doesn’t care about the rules of Jiang Hu. Everything he does, is to exchange for an even higher backer, to crawl up to a higher position with firm steps.
(TL: Jiang Hu could mean the pugilist world of martial arts or the underworld with things like triads)
If nothing unexpected happened, a person like this would be someone who could live till his later years, which was rare in the underworld. This was because he himself is a traitor, and is clear on how to prevent others from betraying him.
“It’s a pity, you gave life to an idiot of a son.” Yang Chen softly muttered, closed the laptop, then memorized all the map details that Rose provided to him.
Downtown at night, like a bunch of glittering neon light, a clear distinction was formed in comparison to the public roads of the suburbs.
Half an hour later, Yang Chen stopped his BMW outside a little public park in Zhong Hai’s western suburbs, and in the surroundings were dilapidated residential areas. Chen Dehai’s private villa, was right beside a river pass one kilometre away. If he stopped the car too close, it would be difficult to conceal himself.