Hades, the Urban Legend

Chapter 501: Chapter 501: I'll Take Notice

Inside the duty hall of the Paris Police Department, a man's loud voice caused all the officers present to experience ringing in their ears.

"What?! You mean to tell me that Yang Chen has already been taken away?! Captain Burton, are you out of your mind?! He is a murderer! Making such decisions lightly without any legal procedures is against the law! Knowingly violating the law only makes it worse!" Shouted Charles More, a white lawyer in a suit and somewhat balding, as he banged his briefcase on a nearby desk.

After receiving the commission from Goodman, Charles More quickly gathered a lot of information about Yang Chen through various channels and rushed to the police station. He thought Yang Chen would be detained, but as soon as he arrived, he was told by an officer that Yang Chen had been taken away three minutes ago!

As the duty officer, Burton, accompanied by Fodsa, returned to the duty office, they ran into Charles More.

Since Fodsa was not a member of the police, he stayed out of the conversation, leaving it to Burton to handle.

Due to their work, Charles More was very familiar with Burton, the "Head of the Anti-Terrorism Unit," and spoke to him without any courtesy.

Burton frowned, already irritated by the fact that his superior Fodsa had been assaulted. He had no patience for Charles More's ranting. "Lawyer Charles More, if you are here to cause trouble, this is a police station. The person has been released, and it's not something we can control. You can sue us in court, but I can tell you that you'll only end up harming yourself!"

"Are you threatening me?! Burton! You fat man, do you know who you are talking to?! I am Charles More! The top lawyer in Paris! There is no case I can't win, no criminal I can't bring down!" Charles More shouted fearlessly, pointing at Burton's reddening face. "I will definitely see that Yang Chen rots in prison and pays with his life!"

Just as Burton was about to retort, his expression froze, and he swallowed all the words he was about to say.

Charles More noticed Burton was staring behind him in a daze and turned around in confusion.

Behind him stood a stranger, a middle-aged man, who had appeared without him noticing.

The man was Depuni, who had just seen Yang Chen off.

Depuni smirked as he looked Charles More up and down. "You are Charles More, the so-called top lawyer from the Golden Law Firm in Paris?"

"Yes, that's me," Charles More replied proudly.

Depuni nodded. "You just said you were going to put Yang Chen in prison and have him executed?"

Charles More puffed out his chest and answered, "You heard correctly. What, are you his accomplice?!"

Depuni burst into laughter, a sickly flush coloring his grayish-white skin. His murky eyes glinted with a cold light as he lowered his voice and said, "You pig of a lawyer, I regret to inform you that while I don't know if Yang Chen will go to prison, I must tell you that you will go to prison right now!"

"What? Are you trying to scare me? Me?"

Charles More was about to shout when he suddenly saw a fist coming straight at him!

"Bang!"

Charles More had no time to dodge Depuni's punch and was sent sprawling to the ground, his face swelling up and his vision swimming with stars.

Depuni pulled out a white handkerchief and wiped his bloodstained fist. "Throw him into the death row cell, and on any given day, send him to meet his maker."

The officers present turned pale and could only look helplessly at Burton, as he was the official in charge.

Sweat beaded on Burton's forehead. He couldn't believe that the highly esteemed top lawyer had been "sentenced to death" just like that. He knew very well that if Depuni said someone had to die, that person would die. He signaled two of his subordinates to take Charles More away but did not dare to question Depuni about the reason for all this.

Fodsa, who had been silently observing everything, stepped forward at this moment and nodded at Depuni. "Chief, can we find a quiet place to discuss some matters?"

Depuni glanced sideways at his deputy and finally nodded, leading the way out of the office.

When the two reached the end of the hallway, where they were alone, Depuni stopped and, with his back to Fodsa, said, "You want to know who took Yang Chen, don't you?"

"Yes, I need a reason. I can't just watch such a dangerous person slip through my fingers," Fodsa said, trying to control his tone, his fists clenched tightly.

Though he had his back turned, Depuni seemed to see Fodsa's current expression clearly. He snorted disdainfully and said, "It won't do you any good to be dissatisfied. Not just you, even I, or our President, would show respect to that person. If that lady wants someone bailed out, unless we want to provoke an international incident, we have to let them go, even if they are a terrorist."

Fodsa looked up, his eyes full of confusion. "Chief, I don't understand who she is."

"You should have read from the confidential files about the bloody massacre between the British royal family and the Welsh royal family nine years ago," Depuni said slowly.

Fodsa was a bit puzzled, not understanding why that "gray history" of the British royal family was suddenly brought up. He replied, "Yes, I remember it clearly. Back then, the English royal family attempted to eradicate the legitimate Welsh royal family to achieve complete unification of Wales. However, due to the intervention of the Rothschild family and other unknown forces, Princess Catherine of Wales and the young Princess Jane miraculously reappeared safely in the royal family after disappearing for a while. Following that, several key members of the English royal family died mysteriously. MI5 expended considerable effort to prevent the incident from causing major public unrest and panic."

"That's right. Since then, the heir to the English throne can only be the powerless Prince of Wales. Although the Welsh royal family remains a 'hidden royal family' and is not known to the public, from a behind-the-scenes perspective, the true king of Great Britain is the Welsh royal family," Depuni explained.

Fodsa nodded, "I remember that file very well. There were so many suspicious points about the events nine years ago. Whether it was the survival of Catherine and her daughter or the silence of the English royal family and MI5, it was all too unusual. However, we must admit that the current Welsh royal family, both in terms of behind-the-scenes power and economic status, surpasses the English royal family. Moreover, Princess Jane, the current heir to the Welsh throne, is now a key figure in the British Royal Academy and a leading figure in global technology. With such a successor, the position of the Welsh royal family is firmly established."

"You're right, there are indeed many suspicions, but those aren't our concerns, especially since even MI5 has remained silent," Depuni said, turning around with a sharp look in his eyes. "The person who contacted me just now, instructing me to release Yang Chen, is none other than the newly crowned Queen of Wales, formerly Princess Catherine, now Her Majesty Queen Catherine."

At that moment, Fodsa's expression turned to one of utter shock and disbelief.

"Achoo!"

A delicate sneeze echoed inside a smoothly cruising Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Inside the car, a woman, without much care, rubbed her high, elegant nose on the exquisite silk of her violet court gown, wiping away the slight sniffles.

This tall woman with chestnut hair styled in an updo showed few signs of aging. Her exquisite features resembled those of a mythical fairy, exuding an enchanting allure, especially her blue-green eyes with long, fluttering eyelashes that were captivating to the extreme.

If there was any indication of her true age, it might only be the voluptuous figure wrapped in the purple lace court gown. Her mature curves, with exaggerated yet graceful contours, were unmatched by ordinary young girls and could make any man's blood boil. The glimpses of her white, firm calves beneath the gown's hem, with skin as smooth as that of a newborn, were irresistibly tempting.

At this moment, this extraordinary socialite was doing something even a little girl would find embarrassing—wiping her nose with her sleeve.

"Catherine, you're a queen now. After all these years, can't you get rid of these childish habits? Physically, you're a mature version of Jane, but mentally, it seems you're regressing," said Yang Chen, spreading his arms in exasperation as he looked at the woman across from him, who was regarded as a goddess by others.

Pouting her rosy lips, Catherine looked like a seven- or eight-year-old girl, her sweet voice more suited to a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old, "Dear Chen Chen, I bet some bad guy was thinking about me, which is why I sneezed."

If he could, Yang Chen would have liked to stab himself to make sense of it all. "It's not about why you sneezed, but why you didn't use a tissue and wiped your nose on your clothes instead!"

"It's convenient. Tissues are troublesome; you have to throw them away after using them," Catherine replied, pouting in grievance. "You guys are so annoying. I admit I'm lazy, and you both know it. You and Jane always tell me what's right and wrong, making me feel so embarrassed. After all, I am a queen."

Edward, who had been sipping his red wine in silence, looked up with a confused expression. "Aunt, who told you that someone thinking about you makes you sneeze? And what's with 'Chen Chen' and 'Jane Jane'?"

Catherine giggled sweetly, "Jane told me about it when she was explaining the culture of Yang Chen's country. In China, people use doubled characters for endearments with close ones. I could call you 'Ed Ed,' too."

Edward quickly shook his head, nearly choking on his wine.

"By the way, Chen Chen, you might not know this, but Jane has read many books about your country's culture to understand it better. You know I don't read much, so she tells me stories every night until I fall asleep. But lately, I haven't been able to hear her stories because you took my dear Jane to China. And now, you're in Paris, and my Jane hasn't come back yet. I only have one daughter, you know," Catherine said, puffing her cheeks in a huff.

Yang Chen's expression turned awkward, unsure of what to say. Looking at Catherine's proud face, he felt just as helpless as when they first met.

Edward, however, looked frustrated. "Aunt, as the Queen of Wales and a direct descendant of the Rothschild family, it's shameful that you only know English and aren't very literate. You're almost forty and still need bedtime stories from your daughter. Do you think that's appropriate?"

Catherine finally fell silent, her head bowed slightly, eyebrows furrowed, saying nothing.

Edward felt he had been too harsh and sighed, trying to comfort her. "Aunt, I'm not trying to criticize you. You need to act more like an adult so Jane doesn't have to worry so much about you."

Catherine suddenly looked up, her beautiful eyes blinking with tears, and nodded. "I understand. I'll take notice from now on, Ed Ed."

"Pfft—"

Edward couldn't hold back anymore and spat out the mouthful of red wine he had just taken in.