402: Chapter 402 They've entered the arena!

The subordinate in black nodded and said respectfully, "Yes, Master Luo."

He turned and strode toward the door of the private room.

However...

Just as his hand touched the doorknob, the wooden door was violently slammed open from the outside!

"Bang!!!"

A man in black stumbled in, his face deathly pale and drenched in sweat, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Ignoring all protocol and Luo Sihai's instantly darkening expression, he fell to his knees with a thud.

"Master Luo! Something terrible has happened!"

Luo Sihai narrowed his eyes. "Speak."

The man in black lay prostrate on the ground, shaking like a leaf.

"Some... someone has broken in!"

"He fought his way in through the front entrance! The brothers... they can't stop him!"

Luo Sihai's brow furrowed. "How many?"

"Just one person!"

The man's answer instantly stunned everyone present.

One person fought his way in?

How was that possible?

One had to realize...

Every single person here was armed with a gun; no matter how good someone was at fighting, it should have been impossible to fight their way in!

The room fell silent for two seconds.

Then...

Luo Sihai laughed.

"One person fights his way in, and you're scared witless like this?"

"What's the point of me raising a bunch of useless trash like you?"

The man in black, still on the floor, looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"Master Luo! It's not that the brothers are useless! It's that man... he's too bizarre!"

"He blocked all the bullets!"

"He sent the bullets spinning back and fired them all right back at us!"

"The brothers... they're all lying on the floor!!!"

The smile on Luo Sihai's face stiffened slightly.

Blocked bullets?

He abruptly stood up from the sofa, his eyes fixed on the subordinate on the floor.

"Are you joking with me?"

The man in black shook his head frantically, sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Master Luo! How would I dare joke with you? It's true! It's absolutely true!"

"Now... he's already heading this way!"

"The brothers can't stop him at all!"

Luo Sihai's face darkened completely as he reached up and took off his sunglasses.

"Interesting."

"In all these years, no one has dared to act so wildly on my turf."

He tossed his sunglasses onto the sofa and strode toward the door.

He paused as he reached the doorway.

"Go, gather everyone in the establishment."

"Also, tell Luo Sen, Mike, and the others to get here now!"

"I want to see for myself exactly what kind of thing this guy who can block bullets with his hands is."

"Yes!" The man in black scrambled to his feet and rushed out the door.

...

Ye Chen and his companion descended dozens of steps until the view suddenly opened up.

A massive underground space appeared before them, at least the size of half a football field.

In the center was a caged ring, surrounded by tiers of spectator stands packed with a dense crowd.

At this moment, the battle in the ring was in full swing.

Two shirtless fighters, covered in blood, were trading blows like wild beasts inside the iron cage.

Every punch that landed produced a dull thud.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Red corner! Red corner!"

"Blue corner! Fuck him up!"

...

The surrounding spectators were shouting like madmen, waving their betting slips, their faces filled with fanaticism and greed.

Ye Chen stood at the entrance of the tunnel, his gaze sweeping across the entire venue.

These people had no idea what had happened upstairs.

Even less did they know that the end of this underground fighting arena had arrived.

He began to walk, unhurriedly making his way toward the ring.

As he passed through the crowded audience, someone he pushed aside turned around cursing, only to see his back before being drawn back to the fight in the ring.

Ye Chen proceeded without obstruction straight to the door of the iron cage.

Before the two burly men guarding the cage could even speak, their vision blurred, and they were sent flying backward into the crowd, causing a wave of gasps.

Ye Chen pushed open the cage door and stepped inside.

On the stage, the two fighters who were in the heat of battle both froze.

They stopped their movements and turned their heads in unison to look at this uninvited guest.

The fighter in the red corner wiped blood from his face and roared while panting, "Who the hell are you? Get out!"

The blue corner fighter also frowned, staring at Ye Chen with hostile eyes.

The surrounding audience was also stunned.

After a brief, dead silence, an uproar erupted.

"Holy crap! Who's that? Why did he go up into the ring?"

"Is this guy an idiot? Can't he see they're fighting?"

"Where's the staff? Where's the referee? Get him out of there!"

...

Discussions, curses, and jeers...

...rose and fell.

The entire fighting arena was in a frenzy.

The referee was a man in his forties with a ponytail, wearing a floral shirt and a whistle around his neck.

He froze for two seconds before charging toward Ye Chen in a rage, cursing as he went.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Do you know what this ring is for?"

"Get the hell out of here right now! Or else..."

Before he could finish his sentence...

...Ye Chen raised his right hand and delivered a slap.

"Slap!!!"

The crisp sound of the slap rang out sharply!

The referee was lifted off his feet and sent flying, slamming hard against the iron cage.

The cage vibrated violently.

His body slumped down, collapsing onto the floor, unable to get back up.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at this scene, their minds going blank.

The two fighters were also dumbfounded.

They both considered themselves formidable fighters.

But compared to the young man before them...

...they felt more than a little outclassed.

Ye Chen withdrew his hand and stood with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly.

"My name is Ye Chen."

"I'm here today for one thing only."

"To trash this place."

As soon as he spoke, the entire place erupted!

"Holy shit! Trashing the place? One person is here to trash the place?!"

"Is this guy crazy? Does he know where he is?"

"He dares to come and trash Master Luo's territory?"

"A lunatic! A complete lunatic!"

...

Gasps, curses, and mockery intertwined, making everyone's ears ring.

Some people slapped their thighs and laughed hysterically.

Others shook their heads, thinking Ye Chen was courting death.

The two fighters exchanged a glance, a flash of ruthlessness appearing in their eyes.

The red corner fighter clenched his fists and lunged at Ye Chen!

"You're asking for it!"

He swung a fist the size of a casserole dish, whistling through the air as it smashed toward Ye Chen's face!

The blue corner fighter was not to be outdone, launching a kick from the side aimed straight at Ye Chen's waist!

The two coordinated perfectly, clearly using killing moves honed from years of fighting in this ring!

Ye Chen stood his ground, not even blinking.

He simply raised his right hand and gave a casual wave.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two dull thuds rang out almost simultaneously!

Like two flies being swatted away, the two of them were sent flying back together!

By the time they hit the iron cage and slid down, they were slumped on the floor, coughing up blood and unable to stand.

The venue fell into a dead silence once more.

This time, no one dared to laugh.

One slap to send the referee flying, another to swat away two fighters?

It turned out...

...he had been holding back just now?

Suddenly!

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out without warning.

A bullet streaked from the stands, heading straight for the back of Ye Chen's head.

But Ye Chen simply turned slightly and extended two fingers, catching it out of the air with a light pinch.

The bullet was held between his two fingers, suspended in mid-air.

The audience was even more dumbstruck, everyone feeling as if they were suffocating.

Catching a bullet with fingers???

Ye Chen turned around, his gaze falling on a certain corner of the stands.

There, a burly man in a black suit holding a gun was completely stunned.

Seeing Ye Chen's gaze turn toward him, he shuddered and instinctively tried to run.

But before he could take a single step, Ye Chen flicked his finger.

"Whoosh!"

The bullet he had caught was sent flying back!

It was even faster than before!

Its force was even more powerful!

"Pfft!"

The bullet pierced straight through the back of the man's head, bringing with it a spray of blood!

He had no time to even scream before he tumbled to the ground, dead.

The surrounding crowd screamed and scattered in a chaotic mess.

Ye Chen withdrew his gaze and scanned the room, speaking indifferently, "If this is all your underground fighting arena is capable of, then this is truly boring."

"Clap, clap, clap."

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of applause came from the speakers hanging in the four corners.

The chaotic crowd instantly fell silent, looking around.

A second later...

...the wall of one of the private rooms slowly rose, revealing a glass window.

Inside, a figure stood there, looking down at Ye Chen in the ring.

It was indeed Luo Sihai.

Luo Sihai lowered his hands, his gaze landing on Ye Chen as he spoke calmly.

"One man, daring to act so wildly on my, Luo Sihai's, turf."

"Kid..."

"Do you know how to write the word 'death'?"