192: Catching a bullet with your bare hands? You're kidding me!

Chen Wenxuan glared at Ye Chen: "I didn't lose! Why should I fulfill the bet?!"

Ye Chen shook his head gently.

"But under the watchful eyes of everyone, everyone believes you lost."

"If you want to renege on the debt, just say so; there's no need to make so many excuses."

"Renege on your mother's debt!" Chen Wenxuan was completely ignited by these words, his face twisting as he hissed, "The loser is you! Ye Chen! Get on your knees right now and call me father! Otherwise..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his right hand suddenly reached into his coat. When he pulled it out, he was holding a silver miniature handgun!

The cold muzzle pointed directly at the center of Ye Chen's forehead!

"Otherwise, I'll shoot you dead!"

Whoosh—!!!

The entire banquet hall instantly erupted in an uproar!

The faces of all the guests changed drastically as they retreated in terror.

No one expected... that Chen Wenxuan would actually dare to openly pull a gun in such a setting!

Bai Wanqing's pupils constricted. She stepped forward, shielding Ye Chen's side, and said sharply.

"Chen Wenxuan, put the gun down immediately!"

"Do you know the consequences of threatening someone with a gun within the borders of Dragon Country?!"

"Dragon Country? Consequences?" Hearing this, Chen Wenxuan threw his head back and laughed loudly.

"Bai Wanqing, open your eyes and look out the window! The 'cloud top' has long since sailed into international waters!"

"Here, the laws of Dragon Country? Heh... do they even apply?!"

International waters!

These two words were like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of many guests, making their faces turn even paler.

In international waters, many things indeed become complicated, or even... one can do whatever they want.

Ye Chen showed no sign of fear. Instead, he raised an eyebrow: "Oh? International waters? So what Young Master Chen means is... here, even if you kill someone, it's fine?"

"Exactly!"

A cruel smile appeared on Chen Wenxuan's face as the muzzle locked onto Ye Chen.

"So, Ye Chen, I'll give you one last chance! Right now! Get on your knees! Call me father!"

"Otherwise, this time next year will be the anniversary of your death!"

His finger moved to the trigger, killing intent surging in his eyes.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Everyone watched Ye Chen nervously, waiting to see how he would respond to this lethal threat.

Bai Wanqing's slender body tensed slightly, but she did not speak.

She believed in him.

When Ye Chen had faced the threat of Chen Bo's gun before, he had handled it with ease... Ye Chen suddenly sighed.

"Originally, if you reneged on the debt, you would have just reneged. Although it's disgraceful, at least you could have kept your life."

"What a pity..."

He looked up at Chen Wenxuan, his eyes terrifyingly calm.

"You just had to choose the stupidest option."

Hearing this, Chen Wenxuan became even more annoyed.

"Stupid? I have the truth in my hands, so who's the stupid one?!"

"Try to move even a little bit. I'll blow your head off immediately!"

The corner of Ye Chen's mouth curled up. Far from retreating, he walked toward Chen Wenxuan at a leisurely pace.

"Well, now I've moved."

"Do you dare to fire?"

Provocation!

Blatant provocation!

He's so damn reckless... the hearts of the people around them skipped a beat.

The corner of Chen Wenxuan's eye twitched violently, and the hand holding the gun trembled slightly from excessive force.

"You... you're provoking me?"

"Stop right now! Get on your knees!"

Ye Chen acted as if he hadn't heard, continuing to walk forward as the distance between them gradually shrank... "I gave you a chance and you didn't cherish it, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The murderous light in Chen Wenxuan's eyes exploded completely. No longer able to restrain himself, he jerked the muzzle down, aimed at Ye Chen's thigh, and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

Bang—!!!

The deafening gunshot exploded in the banquet hall!

Some of the more timid female guests instinctively closed their eyes, not daring to look at the scene of blood splatter.

However—

The expected screams and sounds of falling did not occur. Instead, there was a deathly silence.

Astonishment!

Confusion!

Everyone summoned their courage to open their eyes and look.

In the next moment, all of them were struck as if by lightning, frozen in place!

What did they see?

They saw that Ye Chen had at some point raised his right hand, fingers slightly spread, stopping at his side.

And between his fingertips, he was actually pinching a brass bullet head that was still emitting faint smoke!

He caught... a bullet with his bare hands?!

How is this possible?!

Before everyone could recover from this reality-shattering scene, Ye Chen's fingers rubbed together lightly.

Creeak.

The bullet was pinched out of shape.

Then.

Ye Chen flipped his wrist and casually tossed the piece of scrap brass onto the floor.

Clang.

The scrap brass hit the floor with a crisp sound that felt like a heavy hammer slamming into everyone's hearts.

Ye Chen looked up at Chen Wenxuan, whose face was frozen, and said faintly: "Is that all?"

The people around them were dumbfounded.

This... this is too ridiculous!

Catching a bullet with bare hands—even Yan Shuangying from the TV dramas isn't this badass... Chen Wenxuan's mind went blank.

"No... impossible!"

"Catching a bullet with bare hands? Who the fuck are you trying to fool?"

"There must be something wrong with the gun! Or something wrong with the bullets!"

He suddenly aimed the muzzle at Ye Chen again, his eyes turning frantic.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe you can catch the next one! Or the one after that!"

"Go to hell—!!!"

Amidst the roars.

Chen Wenxuan completely lost his mind, his index finger frantically pulling the trigger!

Bang!

Bang!!

Bang!!!

The deafening gunshots blurred together, shattering the deathly silence of the banquet hall's air!

Amidst the flashes of fire.

Bullets tore through the air, shooting toward Ye Chen's head, chest, and limbs from different angles!

This time, he held nothing back, aiming for all the vital spots!

He wanted to turn this eerie kid into a sieve!

The people around them, though afraid, did not dare to close their eyes again.

They wanted to see... how Ye Chen would catch the bullets with his bare hands!

Or if they had all been mistaken!

However, facing this storm-like barrage of bullets, Ye Chen's figure moved like a ghost!

Without any earth-shattering dodges, his body simply swayed and deflected within a tiny space.

The five fingers of his right hand were like butterflies dancing through flowers, creating a blur of afterimages as they grabbed, flicked, and parried in the air before him.

Ding!

Ding ding!!

Ding ding ding!!!

A series of crisp, ear-piercing metallic clangs, like heavy rain hitting a jade plate, rang out in rapid succession!

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, those rapidly firing bullets actually seemed to hit an invisible barrier, being deflected, diverted, or even... caught by Ye Chen's fingertips!

One!

Two!

Three!

When the seventh bullet, carrying a scorching air current, shot toward Ye Chen's forehead, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He pressed his index and middle fingers together and flicked them to the side with lightning speed!

Whoosh—!

That bullet actually shot back at an even faster speed than it had come, tracing a bizarre arc!

Pfft—!

The dull sound of a projectile entering flesh was heard.

Ugh, ah—!!!

Chen Wenxuan let out a shrill scream as a bloom of blood instantly exploded from the base of his left thigh!

His entire body seemed to have its bones removed; his legs went weak, and he fell straight to his knees!

Blood gushed like a fountain, quickly staining his white suit pants red. The intense pain made his whole body convulse, cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall, and the ferocity on his face was replaced by terror.

"My... my leg! My leg!!!"

Clutching his gushing thigh, he hissed in terror, looking up at Ye Chen who was approaching step by step, his eyes filled with shock.

"Someone! Someone come quickly!!!"

"Kill this monster! Kill him for me!!!"

He howled with all his might toward the corridor deep within the banquet hall.

Almost the moment his words fell... "Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The sound of breaking air suddenly arose!

Several dark shadows leaped out from the shadows of the corridor like ghosts, instantly landing in front of Chen Wenxuan to shield him.

They were seven or eight men dressed in black martial arts attire, with katanas at their waists and traditional sakayaki hairstyles, their eyes cold and sharp.

They emitted a cold aura, moving silently yet carrying a sharp killing intent.

They were none other than—

Japanese Warriors!

The leading warrior, about forty years old, had a hideous scar on his left face. His eyes were like those of a venomous snake, fixed firmly on Ye Chen.

"Baka yarou!"

"Those who harm Young Master Chen shall die!"

Seeing the seven or eight Japanese Warriors who had suddenly appeared, Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Little Japs?"

"Heh..."

"I didn't expect the great Young Master Chen to have such shady connections, to be involved with these things?"

He gently cracked his neck.

"Just as well..."

"In my life, what I hate most are little Japs!"

"Especially little Japs carrying swords."

Chen Wenxuan, slumped on the ground, began to roar hysterically.

"Kill him! Kill him for me!!!"

"Mr. Yamamoto! Quick! Hack this bastard to death! Chop him up and feed him to the fish!!!"

The leading scarred warrior, Yamamoto Taro, stared at Ye Chen with sinister eyes, his right hand slowly gripping the hilt of the katana at his waist.

"Baka!"

"Arrogant Shina-jin, to dare harm Young Master Chen and insult our Yamato warriors..."

"You, die die!"

Yamamoto Taro suddenly lowered his stance, his geta sandals kicking off the floor as he shot forward like an arrow from a bow!

Clang—!

The katana was unsheathed, slashing directly at Ye Chen's neck!