707: Chapter 707 Arrest that father and son!

Kim Zhilong's face turned green.

Never had anyone dared to speak to him in such a tone.

Never!

"Aish!!!"

Kim Zhilong suddenly roared.

The next second.

He shoved aside the special forces soldier blocking his path and glared at Ye Chen.

"Fire! Everyone, damn it, fire! Kill him!"

"Kill this arrogant bastard who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

The guests kneeling on the ground were terrified out of their wits; some lay flat on the ground with their hands over their heads, while others scrambled on their hands and knees into the corners.

Screams, cries, and prayers filled the air.

The leader of the special forces, a burly man in his forties with camouflage paint on his face, had a cold, stern gaze.

Upon hearing Kim Zhilong's order, he didn't hesitate, raising his rifle and aiming at Ye Chen.

"Everyone, ready!"

His voice was cold and decisive, "Target directly ahead, fire at will!"

"Da-da-da-da-da—"

One hundred special forces soldiers pulled their triggers simultaneously.

The dense sound of gunfire exploded in the banquet hall, and bullets poured out like a rainstorm, enveloping the direction where Ye Chen and Bing Lan were standing.

Just when everyone thought that Ye Chen and Bing Lan would be riddled with holes, their flesh and blood flying, a gruesome sight...

Suddenly!

The three gray-robed elders kneeling on the ground sprang up at the same time.

"Seeking death!"

The lead gray-robed elder let out a low shout, waved his hands, and an invisible barrier of True Qi formed in front of him.

The other two elders also acted simultaneously, their True Qi merging into one, like a massive transparent wall standing between Ye Chen and Bing Lan.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding—"

Bullets struck the True Qi barrier; the three elders' arms shook violently, and the bullets that hit the barrier flew back at an even faster speed.

"Aish!"

"My leg!"

"My hand!"

...

Screams rang out incessantly, and the special forces soldiers standing in the front row fell one after another like harvested wheat.

In just a few seconds, seventy or eighty of the one hundred special forces soldiers had fallen.

The remaining men dared not fire again, their faces deathly pale, retreating in panic and confusion.

The three elders opposite them were simply monsters.

It was one thing that bullets couldn't penetrate their barrier, but they could even deflect them back?

How were they supposed to fight this?

This wasn't a battle; it was suicide!

How much did they get paid a month? Why should they risk their lives?

The lead gray-robed elder withdrew his hands, stood with his hands behind his back, looked down at the special forces soldiers, and snorted coldly.

"Ignorant fools."

"Striking a stone with an egg, courting death."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the trembling special forces soldiers, his tone full of disdain.

"You mortal commoners, do you think you are worthy of wielding guns in front of a Cultivator?"

"Do you know what level of existence the senior standing before you is?"

"If he wished, he could crush all of you with a single finger."

"The fact that you are alive is not because you are powerful, but because the senior does not care to lower himself to your level."

After the three gray-robed elders finished speaking, they turned to look at Ye Chen, their faces instantly filled with fawning smiles.

"Senior, are you alright?"

"Did these blind fools disturb you?"

"Rest assured, Senior, with us here, no one can get close to you."

Ye Chen pointed at the three fawning elders and turned his head to look at Kim Zhilong and the others, speaking indifferently.

"You father and son really have no sense of the situation."

"The three of them are much smarter than you."

Upon hearing this, the three gray-robed elders bowed even lower, their faces creased with smiles.

"Thank you for the praise, Sir, thank you for the praise."

"We are merely pulling back from the brink and turning back from our misguided ways; how can we compare to your sharp eyes and keen insight, Sir..."

The surrounding guests watched this scene, their mouths twitching until they were almost cramping.

No...

These three old things were killing people aggressively just a moment ago, and now they are sucking up to him? How could their skin be thicker than the corner of a city wall?

But no one dared to laugh.

Because those three old things were existences who could truly kill them with a single slap.

It was imaginable...

Just how powerful was that young man?

Kim Zhilong's face turned completely black as the bottom of a pot.

"Park Hyang-ho! How dare you bite the hand that feeds you?"

"My Kim family has supported you for twenty years! Twenty years! Is this how you repay me?"

His eyes were filled with fury and disbelief.

Those four elders were guest ministers whom the Kim family had spent countless precious treasures and real money to support for twenty years.

In the Kim family, their treatment was second only to him, the head of the family; they ate the best, used the best, and could take whatever cultivation resources they wanted.

But now?

Before the enemy even made a move, they had already knelt.

Not only did they kneel, but they turned around and attacked his Kim family's people.

If this isn't biting the hand that feeds you, what is?

Park Hyang-ho slowly straightened up, turned to look at Kim Zhilong, the fawning expression on his face completely gone, replaced by indifference.

"Chairman Kim, you say we are biting the hand that feeds us?"

"We call this knowing the current situation; a wise man submits to circumstances."

"It is true that your Kim family has supported us for twenty years, but how many disasters have we blocked for your Kim family, and how many people have we killed? Don't you have any idea?"

"Besides..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the wailing special forces soldiers, and sneered.

"You insist on courting death; do you expect us three old men to die with you?"

"You have no idea how terrifying this gentleman's strength is."

"If he wished, let alone your Kim family, even flipping the entire South Korea over would be a matter of a snap of his fingers."

Kim Zhilong's face alternated between green and white, the anger in his chest almost burning through his throat.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

Kim Zhilong said the word "good" three times in a row, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

The next second.

He suddenly stepped back a few paces, spread his arms, and laughed up at the sky.

"Hahahahaha—"

The laughter was extremely maniacal, echoing throughout the chaotic banquet hall.

"Park Hyang-ho, do you think you can save your life just by kneeling fast enough?"

"Do you think this kid surnamed Ye can walk out of here alive today?"

"I'm telling you all!"

"The surroundings of this hotel have been surrounded by my tank army!"

"A full hundred main battle tanks, three hundred self-propelled artillery pieces, and five thousand elites from the special operations brigade!"

"As long as I give the order, this building will be razed to the ground, foundation and all!"

"None of you will be able to leave alive!"

As his voice fell, the whole room went dead silent.

The guests kneeling on the ground were pale as paper; a few timid ones collapsed directly to the ground, their trousers wet.

Someone was close to the floor-to-ceiling window and subconsciously looked down.

The result...

They almost fainted.

Because through the floor-to-ceiling window, one could see tanks slowly driving along the street below the hotel.

At the intersection in the distance, self-propelled artillery had already been set up, their pitch-black barrels gleaming with a cold, icy light under the street lamps.

In the air, the searchlights of attack helicopters illuminated the entire hotel as bright as day.

The South Korean military had really mobilized because of one chaebol.

And not just a few soldiers, but an entire armored brigade.

Kim Zhilong's face was full of a ferocious grin.

"Ye Chen, aren't you very good at fighting?"

"Fight one for me to see?"

"You can fight a hundred, a thousand, but can you fight tanks? Can you fight artillery shells? Can you fight attack helicopters?"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes full of the pleasure of revenge.

"Today, I will let you know that on South Korean territory, if you are a dragon, you must coil; if you are a tiger, you must crouch!"

"No matter how powerful you, the Chief Instructor of the Dragon Group, are, you are only one person!"

"How can one person fight against a country?"

The surrounding guests looked ashen.

They regretted it.

They shouldn't have come to this damn exchange meeting today.

Bing Lan stood beside Ye Chen, watching the dense tanks and artillery outside the window, her eyebrows slightly knitted.

She wasn't afraid, but she found it troublesome.

Things like tanks, while very clumsy and easy to dodge, would inevitably harm the innocent if a real fight broke out.

Besides.

With things having escalated to this point, it probably wouldn't look good in international public opinion.

She turned her head to look at Ye Chen.

But she saw.

Ye Chen sighed, as if he felt a bit bored: "Chairman Kim, do you think it's very impressive to have tanks backing you up?"

Kim Zhilong sneered.

"Isn't it?"

"If you have the ability, why don't you wipe out my tank army?"

"If you don't have the ability, then obediently kneel down and kowtow three times to me, and I might consider leaving you an intact corpse!"

He didn't believe it!

So many tanks appearing together, how could they not blow you to pieces???

Ye Chen looked at him and smiled slightly.

"Fine."

"Since you want to see it so much, I'll let you see."

He turned his head to look at Park Hyang-ho and the three others, speaking indifferently.

"Capture that father and son for me."

"I want to see if the tank barrels dare to aim at the heirs of their Kim family."

Kim Zhilong: "???"

Kim Tianyou: "???"

No...

Capture them?

Is this guy going to capture them and use them as hostages?

Aish!

Shameless Dragon Country person!!!