Hades, the Urban Legend

Chapter 583: Chapter 584: Contentment

In the early hours, the towering five-star hotels in the city center, like giant spires, shone with their own dazzling lights, making the city seem as if it never slept.

At this moment, a black Mercedes G55 slowly pulled into the parking lot of the Hilton Hotel. Its arrival at such a quiet time was quite abrupt.

The security guard on duty in the parking lot, who had been dozing off, suddenly saw the car enter and quickly rubbed his eyes. Upon taking a closer look, he was immediately energized.

Working at the Hilton, he had seen many luxury and sports cars. At a glance, he knew this was a car worth over two million yuan. Even in a city full of wealthy people like Zhonghai, it wasn't something you saw every day. The occupant had to be either a big boss from out of town or a famous celebrity. The security guard, relying on his experience, quickly made this judgment.

With this thought, the security guard put on a humble smile and stepped forward to find a parking spot for the G-class car, then stood quietly waiting for the driver to get out to greet them.

But as he waited for the driver to get out, the security guard's eyes inadvertently glanced at the car's license plate. What he saw made him nearly stagger back in shock.

It was a military plate! And even more alarming, the plate number started with the red characters "京V"!

Seeing just this much, the security guard didn't dare to look any further—nor did he need to!

This prefix alone meant the car was from the Central Military Commission of China! Regardless of the rest of the number, the person in the car had to be a powerful military figure.

A Central Military Commission car appearing in Zhonghai, right in front of him, made the young security guard both excited and terrified.

He knew that before being appointed to the Hilton, he had undergone special training, part of which involved recognizing important guests through their license plates. Government agencies, police cars, military vehicles—they were all priority.

Although he had learned about the Central Military Commission's cars, he never expected to see one in his lifetime, especially outside of Beijing!

At this moment, a rugged man with a stern expression and no visible emotions got out of the driver's seat. His upright posture alone revealed his background.

After closing the door, the man opened the rear door and bowed his head slightly, inviting the main passenger to step out.

The security guard trembled slightly. Although he couldn't see who was inside, he imagined it would be a dignified man in a crisp military uniform, adorned with stars.

However, the next moment, the security guard was dumbfounded. The person who stepped out was completely out of sync with the military vehicle's background!

A handsome man with a few strands of long hair tied back, dressed in a black Armani suit and a white shirt, emerged from the car. His features were chiseled, and his piercing eyes exuded a profound and enigmatic aura. The man's slightly rebellious appearance was offset by an unmistakable masculinity.

He looked like someone who could make high-society ladies swoon!

"You stay down here. No need to come up," the man instructed the driver.

The driver responded briefly without hesitation.

The man walked with the elegance of an old-world British gentleman. As he passed by the security guard, a pleasant cologne wafted through the air.

The security guard only snapped out of his daze after the man had entered the hotel, realizing in shock that he had forgotten to greet this distinguished guest!

He didn't know that at this moment, the man wasn't in the mood to care about such things. His eyes burned with a barely concealed urgency.

After entering the Hilton hotel's lobby, the man walked straight to the tall marble reception desk.

A pretty female receptionist, who had been feeling sleepy during the early hours, perked up instantly upon seeing him. Her heart pounded, and she couldn't help but smile as she asked, "Sir, how can I assist you?"

The man's voice was magnetic and cold, "Check a room for me. It should have been reserved."

"Of course. May I have your name?" the receptionist asked softly.

"Yan Buwen."

The receptionist quickly checked the system and then looked up with a respectful smile. "Mr. Yan, your room is our deluxe presidential suite, room 001. Please take the elevator to the 68th floor. Here is your room card."

She handed a platinum card to Yan Buwen. He took the card without saying a word and headed straight for the elevator.

Shortly, the elevator stopped on the 68th floor. Yan Buwen stepped out, found the signage, and headed directly to room 001, the presidential suite.

Swiping the card to unlock the door, Yan Buwen took a deep breath as if to calm his excitement. He then adjusted his hair and straightened his clothes, meticulously checking his appearance.

If Yang Chen had seen this scene during the day, he would have burst out laughing. Yan Buwen, usually so disheveled, was now as nervous as a bride on her wedding day, fussing over his appearance. Was he here for a blind date?

After nearly five minutes of preparation, Yan Buwen carefully opened the door and walked in.

He inserted the room card into the power slot, and the previously dark room was illuminated by various exquisite chandeliers and table lamps, casting a soft glow over the elegantly furnished suite.

"You're half an hour late," a woman's voice, as clear as a mountain stream, suddenly spoke from the darkness.

Yan Buwen's face showed a flash of excitement. He swallowed and, with a somewhat stiff smile, walked into the suite's living room.

On a leather sofa by the window sat a woman in a black lace strap dress, holding a glass of red wine, gently swirling it as she savored the aroma. She gazed silently at the bustling night view outside the window.

Just seeing the woman's profile made Yan Buwen's eyes burn with a fervent desire, as if he wanted to rush over and embrace her tightly. The intensity of his impulse made it hard for him even to blink.

His throat dry, Yan Buwen forced a smile and said, "I ran into some urgent matters on the way. It wasn't intentional."

He didn't dare to admit that he had delayed because he felt his first suit wasn't perfect enough and had changed into another one, causing the half-hour delay.

The woman didn't seem to mind. Without turning her head, she crossed her legs under the black silk dress, adjusting to a more comfortable position, and asked leisurely, "How's the experiment with the samples?"

Yan Buwen eagerly replied, "I have successfully replicated and propagated the samples. With the information you provided, I'm confident that within a year, I can restore the samples to their original state, or even to a higher level!"

"That's good. I don't want what I risked my life to obtain wasted by you," the woman said softly.

"It won't be. I will accomplish everything you want!" Yan Buwen's eyes sparkled with confidence. "And through the results of the experiments, I've found the possibility of gene modification. If my previous research is correct, the future you hope to see will definitely be realized. No one can stop us!"

A slight smile curved the woman's exquisite profile. "It's not 'us.' The one to realize all this is me. You're just a tool I'm using. You'd better recognize that."

Yan Buwen's eager expression instantly turned bleak, but he quickly rekindled a glimmer of hope and smiled, "I'm willing to be used by you. As long as I'm useful to you, I'm satisfied."

"Yan Buwen," the woman's voice suddenly turned cold. "You'd better stop staring at me with those dog eyes of yours. Don't think I don't know about those filthy thoughts in your head. Let me make it clear: to me, you are just a slightly intelligent dog. As your master, I have no interest in dogs."

Yan Buwen's face stiffened, and he forced a smile. "I... I understand. I'll be more careful."

He struggled to shift his gaze away from her profile, feeling an immense sense of loss because she didn't even bother to turn her head to look at him properly. This despite the fact he had meticulously prepared all evening for this meeting.

The woman, indifferent to Yan Buwen's emotions, continued, "A few days ago, was it you who framed Hades for Lu Min's death?"

"Yes, it was me," Yan Buwen replied, his head lowered and sweat forming on his forehead.

"I don't recall giving you such an order," the woman said icily.

Yan Buwen swallowed hard and said, "I thought Lu Min's death wouldn't be too significant. Moreover, if Li Moshen, due to his grandson's death, clashes with the Yang family, regardless of whether Yang Chen intervenes, it will certainly cause turmoil at the top. This would increase the likelihood of Hongmeng targeting Yang Chen."

The woman sneered, "Have you lost your mind from your experiments, or do you think I'm less intelligent than you? Do you think Li Moshen and Yang Gongming are that easily fooled? Do you think the people from Hongmeng are idiots? Don't you realize I know exactly what you're thinking?"

Yan Buwen's face turned ashen, unable to respond.

"I'm telling you, you better not have divided loyalties or any sly schemes. Just complete the tasks I assign you. Perhaps in the future, after I've dealt with the people from Hongmeng, I might leave you a bit of benefit. By then, whether it's the Yang family, the Li family, or Yang Chen, they will be nothing more than insects on the ground. You can do whatever you want, and I won't care," she said.

Yan Buwen finally breathed a sigh of relief, realizing she was letting his overstepping slide this time.

The woman stood up, placed the wine glass down, and with a graceful sway, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. In the contrasting light and dark backdrop, her exposed skin, outside the black lace dress, looked like snow, like porcelain. Her long, black hair, cascading down to her hips, outlined a flawless silhouette.

Yan Buwen's heart raced, his hands trembling with the urge to rush over and embrace this figure. But he was deeply afraid, feeling as if his soul was being torn apart by the oppressive sensation.

"The Sword of Death is in the safe in this room. Take it and return to Yanjing. You know what to do. Do not linger in Zhonghai," she said. Then, in a flash, her figure disappeared from in front of the window!

Yan Buwen stepped forward as if to stop her, but there was no chance. His face was filled with frustration, regret, and indescribable pain.

Everything fell silent, except for the half-finished wine glass in the room, a silent witness to the woman's brief presence.