505: Chapter 505: Honest, but too late!

Ye Chen didn't answer immediately; he just watched him quietly.

The masked man felt an inexplicable chill from that gaze, but he quickly suppressed the discomfort and put on his cynical smile once more.

"What? Not convinced?"

"Young man, I know you people from the Dragon Country have a bit of a nationalistic complex and can't stand hearing things like this."

"But facts are facts."

"In my eyes, your Dragon Country's security is no different from paper."

"Look..."

He pointed his finger at his surroundings.

"I brought my men, carrying guns, walked in boldly, and kidnapped your country's guest."

"Where are your people?"

"Aren't they still downstairs, staring helplessly?"

"So, young man, don't talk to me about the Dragon Country this or the Dragon Country that."

"With me, might makes right."

After listening, a harmless smile curled at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth.

"Might makes right?"

"Are you sure?"

The masked man raised an eyebrow. "What? You want to try?"

The hooded Heaven Realm man behind him, who had just acted, also slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on Ye Chen with a flash of contempt in his eyes.

What capability could a young man in his twenties possibly have?

Even if he had started training in the womb, at most, he would only be at the Earth Realm.

Before a Heaven Realm Expert like him, the boy was no different from an ant.

Ye Chen ignored the hooded man's gaze and simply tilted his head to look at Bing Lan.

"Lan'er, how do you think I should answer him?"

Bing Lan said flatly, "Answer with your fists."

Ye Chen laughed.

"Good idea." Ye Chen let go of Bing Lan.

Then.

He raised his hand and curled his finger at the masked man and the hooded men behind him.

"Did you hear that?"

"My Lan Lan said to answer you with fists."

"So..."

"All of you, come at me at once. I'm going to start answering with my fists."

Arrogant!

Absolutely arrogant!

He was even more arrogant than the masked man had just been!

The masked man froze for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed.

"Kid, do you know who you're talking to?"

"Just you? Alone? Fighting all of us?"

He shook his head, his tone full of pity. "Young man, it's fine to act tough, but don't overdo it, or you'll act yourself to death."

Just as he finished speaking, the hooded Heaven Realm man behind him snorted and took a step forward.

"Brother Dao, does it really take all of us to deal with an ignorant brat like this?"

He cracked his knuckles, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"I am enough on my own."

Brother Dao nodded. "Jack Su, kill him directly and throw the body down. Let that group of SWAT officers see what kind of trash they sent up."

"Got it!"

Jack Su grinned and stomped his foot, lunging toward Ye Chen like a bolt of black lightning!

The speed was astonishing, the air pressure from his movement sending the puddles on the ground splashing in all directions.

He covered the seven or eight meters in the blink of an eye.

His right fist was tightly clenched, wrapped in a layer of pale green true qi, striking directly at Ye Chen's face with destructive force!

He put his full strength into this punch.

In his eyes, even if the ignorant young man didn't die from this punch, he would suffer a severe concussion.

However.

Just as his fist was less than a foot away from Ye Chen's face—

Ye Chen moved.

No buildup, no run-up, he just tilted his head.

Then.

His right hand shot out like a phantom, fingers splaying to grab Jack Su by the throat with unerring precision.

Jack Su's pupils constricted, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He felt his neck being gripped as if by iron pincers, a terrifying force surging from that hand, leaving him without even the strength to struggle.

"You..."

He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was constricted, and only a single word escaped.

Ye Chen looked into his eyes, that harmless smile still on his face.

"I told you to all come at me at once."

"Why must you waste my time?"

As he finished, he jerked his right hand.

Jack Su's body, weighing over two hundred pounds, flew through the air like a discarded ragdoll.

His body traced a parabola through the air, sailing over the swimming pool and the perimeter railing...

Then.

"Aahhh!!!"

The scream trailed off into the night sky, growing more distant and faint until it was cut short by the sound of an impact from below.

Dead.

A Heaven Realm wouldn't die from falling from the sixth floor.

But being thrown by someone in the Golden Core Stage, the calculation wasn't based on the number of floors...

Dead silence filled the area.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in the direction Jack Su had disappeared, their minds blank.

The smile on Brother Dao's face froze completely.

Just a moment ago, he thought...

...that Jack Su dealing with this kid would be as easy as pie.

But he never expected...

Jack Su was the one killed!

The knights slumped on the ground were also dumbfounded.

This ordinary-looking Dragon Country youth was actually...

...this strong?

Euphemia's eyes suddenly lit up.

She thought things were looking bleak today because the knights were no match for the kidnappers, and the people from the consulate would just be walking into a trap.

But this young man who appeared out of nowhere had actually turned the tide!

He was simply too cool...

Ignoring the gazes from everyone, Ye Chen withdrew his hand and began walking toward Brother Dao step by step.

"Alright."

"Now, the rest of you come at me together!"

"I'm really in a hurry."

Hearing this, Brother Dao gritted his teeth, his facial muscles twitching. "You... who are you?"

Ye Chen didn't answer and continued forward.

Brother Dao finally broke and roared at the hooded men behind him.

"Fire! Kill him!"

The four hooded men snapped out of it and raised their submachine guns in unison, aiming the black muzzles at Ye Chen.

In the next instant.

"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—"

Several submachine guns fired simultaneously, bullets pouring out like a rainstorm. The dense gunfire exploded over the pool, deafeningly loud.

Muzzle flashes flickered, and shell casings flew.

Ma Tianlai and the others' faces paled, and they instinctively shrank back.

But in the next second.

Everyone witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives...

They saw.

The bullets, still three meters away from Ye Chen, seemed to hit an invisible wall and bounced off!

The projectiles seemed to strike something hard, deforming and falling, carpeting the ground at Ye Chen's feet.

Shards of tile from the poolside flew as ricochets hit them. Several wealthy men crouched down, covering their heads in terror, but Ye Chen stood in the center of the hail of bullets, hands in his pockets, completely unscathed.

He was even still walking forward.

Their pupils constricted simultaneously, but their fingers could no longer pull the triggers...

Because the magazines were empty.

They froze in place, holding the hot gun barrels, watching the young man walk out from the rain of bullets, their legs beginning to tremble.

Ye Chen walked up to the hooded man on the far left and raised his right hand.

Slap.

He slapped the man's face.

Before the man could even scream, he flipped three times in the air and crashed heavily to the ground, his neck bent at a grotesque angle, silenced instantly.

Ye Chen turned and walked to the second person.

The man instinctively tried to run.

But before he could even take a step, Ye Chen's foot arrived.

Bang!

A kick to the chest sent the man flying seven or eight meters, crashing through the wooden partition by the pool and disappearing into a cloud of splinters and dust.

The third person finally reacted, dropped his gun, and turned to flee.

Ye Chen followed unhurriedly. After the man took three steps, Ye Chen reached out and grabbed him by the back of the neck.

Crack.

With a crisp sound of bone snapping, the man's body went limp, and he slumped to the ground like a pile of mud.

The fourth person was already paralyzed with fear, shivering in place, a large wet patch appearing on his crotch.

Ye Chen walked up to him and gave him a look.

"You certainly make it easy."

Then he flicked his finger against the man's forehead.

The man's eyes rolled back, and he fell straight over.

From the first shot to the end, it was only a dozen breaths.

Brother Dao stood rooted to the spot, as if someone had cast a freezing spell on him.

He watched helplessly as his four subordinates...

One Heaven Realm!

Three Peak Earth Realms!

...were swatted one by one like flies by this young man in less than half a minute.

He hadn't even seen how the other had made his moves.

By the time he came to his senses, Ye Chen was standing in front of him.

Brother Dao's throat bobbed. "You..."

"Now, do you think..."

Ye Chen spoke calmly, interrupting him, "Is the Dragon Country the same as other countries?"

Brother Dao's lips were trembling.

He wanted to say something tough to save face, but when he met Ye Chen's eyes, the words turned into a single answer.

"No... it's not the same."

Ye Chen smiled.

"Very honest."

"But too late."

Before the words had even faded, he raised his right foot and kicked Brother Dao in the lower abdomen.

He didn't send the man flying.

The force of that kick precisely penetrated the flesh and struck straight at the energy center.

Brother Dao's body suddenly arched like a cooked shrimp, then his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed straight onto the ground.

He wasn't dead.

But his energy center was shattered.

For a martial artist, having their energy center destroyed was more painful than death.

From now on, he was a cripple who couldn't even unscrew a bottle cap, and what awaited him...

...was interrogation by both countries!