Chapter 1372 - 409: [A Good Deed a Day]_4

Chapter 1372: Chapter 409: [A Good Deed a Day]_4

Meanwhile, he pricked up his ears, eavesdropping on the sounds of Wu’s disciplining his daughter downstairs.

Clearly, Wu resorted to physical force.

Judging by the noises, Chen Yan roughly deduced that Wu probably used something like a bamboo stick to give little Angie a severe beating.

In North America, hitting children is illegal, but in such an Eastern family as Wu’s, these things don’t matter.

Angie was probably not being disciplined by Wu for the first time, so after a few screams, she sensibly began to cry and beg for mercy.

Eventually, Wu’s heart softened.

Father and daughter began to talk; really, it was a scolding and a timid reply.

But Chen Yan couldn’t understand.

Because Wu and his daughter were speaking in a dialect unfamiliar to Chen Yan.

Chen Yan only guessed that it might be a dialect from around Zhejiang.

Damn it, Chen Yan lamented silently.

I can’t understand a word.

Can’t enjoy the commotion.

Chen Yan sighed, then lay down on the bed and began to rest his eyes.

·

By midnight, suddenly, as Chen Yan lay on the bed, he opened his eyes abruptly!

The door lock made a barely audible sound.

The lock had been opened!

Then the door was slowly pulled open, the person’s movements were very light, pulling the door while gently pushing with their foot to prevent the noise from being heard by the person inside.

Half of Wu’s body poked into the room, and Chen Yan gently sighed, slowly sitting up from the bed.

Click.

The room light was turned on.

Wu stood at the door, gently closed it with his other hand, holding a gun in one hand, with the muzzle pointed at Chen Yan sitting on the bed.

Chen Yan raised an eyebrow: "Didn’t we agree, I’d bring down the dishes for you tomorrow? Why so eager to come up and clean up the dishes?"

The gun in Wu’s hand didn’t budge, and his grip was steady.

After two seconds of silence, Wu slowly said, "Angie confessed to me, she brought you to a party this afternoon, you were with her this afternoon.

And later, someone called me, saying Angie was in danger, giving me an address and telling me to save Angie.

So, that person, it was you, right."

Chen Yan smirked: "So what? Wu, pointing a gun at the savior of your daughter, is that your style?"

Wu quietly observed the young man in front of him, not seeing a hint of tension or fear in Chen Yan’s eyes — even with a gun pointed at him, Wu’s experience told him that Chen Yan’s posture sitting on the bed was very relaxed, his muscles were loose.

"Of course, I’m very grateful to you, Angie is my life!" Wu slowly said: "But before I express my gratitude, I must confirm one thing — you’re not targeting me!"

Chen Yan raised an eyebrow.

"You used fake documents to rent my house, and after you moved in, Angie encountered this kind of thing, so maybe you are targeting me, then intentionally orchestrated or waited for an opportunity to show goodwill to me, and then..."

Listening to Wu speak these words with a cold tone, Chen Yan laughed: "Wu, what kind of life have you lived, to be so cautious? You’re almost paranoid, aren’t you."

Wu’s expression didn’t change, he shook his head and said: "No choice, I’ve been through some things, so when I encounter things, I have to think deeply, and I have to be more vigilant."

"Then I’ll tell you, I have no clue about your affairs, today’s events were also an accident, I just, out of goodwill, tipped you off, saved Angie once. Consider it a good deed for the day."

"A good deed for the day?" Wu shook his head: "You have a strong murderous aura, you must have killed quite a few."

"Killing a lot doesn’t conflict with doing good deeds, right." Chen Yan smiled very calmly.

After staring at Chen Yan for a couple of seconds, Wu suddenly laughed.

He smirked, then did something that surprised Chen Yan.

He tossed the gun in his hand towards Chen Yan.

Chen Yan caught it with one hand, simultaneously hearing Wu say coldly: "The magazine is empty, I was just testing you."

"Is the test over now?" Chen Yan fiddled with the gun in his hand: "It’s well maintained."

"Just what I’m used to." Wu took out a pack of cigarettes, tossed one to Chen Yan, then walked to the sink, leaning against it.

The two just stood face to face like that, then each lit a cigarette, taking a drag.

"The person at the party can’t live." Wu suddenly said.

"That guy in pajamas... no, shorts?"

"The scumbag who touched my daughter, he must die. And... I don’t want him thinking of my daughter again, it’s like guarding against a thief day after day forever."

"Then, let me add, if you’re going to act, it’s best to add one more person to the hit list.A guy named Murray from Angie’s school, he’s a classmate in a higher grade, and I’ve heard he’s a rich second generation.Your daughter was tricked into going to the party by Murray, and it was Murray who served her as prey to the owner of that villa."

Upon hearing this, Wu’s eyes filled with murderous intent.

Chen Yan spread his hands: "Okay, I’ve provided the intel, you can go back downstairs now. It’s late at night, I’d like to keep sleeping."

"I set fire on the second floor front left room of that house — I tampered with the wiring, so even if the police later investigated the fire scene, they’d only conclude it was caused by an electrical short due to wire aging."

"Oh, then you’re skilled."

"Being skilled is one aspect, another is that I’m too familiar with the New York police’s steps and procedures in investigating fire sites, so it’s not hard to deceive them."