72: Ye Chen storms the Heavenly Palace!

Ye Chen listened, but merely smiled faintly.

"Zhao Tiangang?"

"Sorry, he and I are not the same kind of people."

"However, since you mentioned him, I might as well tell you…"

"That matter a while ago where the Zhao family was besieged online, dominated the hot searches, and even lost face abroad…"

"It was my doing."

Zheng Hu, who thought he had guessed correctly, felt his pupils suddenly constrict…

He certainly knew about that internet bullying incident involving the Zhao family that had shocked the entire country.

That was the Zhao family's biggest scandal in recent years!

Even "Master Dao" Zhao Tiangang was furious; it was said that even technical forces at the national security level were mobilized, yet they couldn't even trace the other party.

The only clear lead was that this matter was related to Bing Lan's group, but there was no direct evidence to prove that Shu Yue had done it…

But he never expected that the source of that storm was the young man in front of him!

If this were true…

Then Ye Chen absolutely could not be one of Zhao Tiangang's men!

No matter how Zhao Tiangang laid out his plans, he would never use his own reputation and the foundation of the Azure Dragon Society as pawns!

This meant…

He, Zheng Hu, had underestimated this "Little Driver" from the very beginning!

Ye Chen was not a pawn at all; he was a fierce dragon that had crossed the river, appearing from out of nowhere!

"You…"

Just as Zheng Hu was about to speak, Ye Chen's voice came through again.

"Zheng Hu, I didn't call you to negotiate."

"I called to notify you."

"In a while, I will bring people to the Heavenly Palace."

"I hope that by the time we arrive, you will have the transfer contract ready."

The call ended.

The busy signal sounded particularly grating in the private room.

Zheng Hu gripped the phone, frozen in place, his expression shifting like a spilled palette of colors.

Surrender?

Hand over the Heavenly Palace?

How could this ignorant kid dare to speak to him in such a commanding tone?!

He suddenly looked up, glared at Jin Meiting opposite him, and squeezed a cold laugh through his teeth.

"Did you hear that?"

"This kid told me to surrender and even told me to hand over the Heavenly Palace on a silver platter."

"Hahahaha…"

He suddenly started laughing, his laughter mixed with a bit of uncontrollable madness.

"A Little Driver who just drives, relying on some martial arts skills and having stolen some evidence, dares to crap on my head?"

"Telling me to surrender? Hand over the Heavenly Palace?"

"Who does he think he is? The King of Heaven?!"

Jin Meiting's lips moved, but she didn't say a single word in the end.

She knew…

At this moment, no matter what she said, it would only further enrage this fierce tiger on the verge of madness.

Zheng Hu grabbed the landline in the room and pressed the speed dial button.

The call went through almost instantly.

"Brother Hu!" his confidant's respectful voice came from the other end.

"Listen!"

Zheng Hu's voice was as cold as ice.

"Clear the place immediately; the Heavenly Palace is closed tonight!"

"Call back all the brothers, anyone who can fight, anyone carrying weapons!"

"I want to see everyone standing in the lobby in the shortest possible time!"

"If one person is missing, I'll skin you alive!"

"Yes! Brother Hu! I'll do it right away!" The confidant replied immediately, terrified.

The next moment, Zheng Hu slammed the phone down, grabbed a bottle of foreign liquor, and took a big gulp.

Five years!

The balance he had painstakingly maintained!

The trap he had carefully set!

He was just waiting to go legit, continue sweeping through Fujian Province, and yet…

Everything was ruined!

Now Big Brother Xiong had fallen, those sent to capture Bing Lan seemed to have been wiped out, and even the woman by his side was someone else's spy…

What he couldn't stand the most was that someone actually dared to threaten him and give him an ultimatum!

A humiliating shame!

"Ye Chen…"

Zheng Hu put down the bottle, his eyes terrifyingly gloomy. "Today… I will make sure you don't leave here alive!"

He turned and stared coldly at Jin Meiting. "You, come down with me. If you dare to disobey a single word… I will make sure both you and Bing Lan have a miserable death."

Jin Meiting did not resist; she stood up silently and followed Zheng Hu out of the private room.

She knew that from the moment her identity was exposed, her fate was no longer in her own hands.

Now, she was just a pawn, or…

A hostage who might be somewhat useful?

The two walked through the corridor one after the other, stepped into the elevator, and arrived on the first floor.

The deafening DJ music had long since stopped.

The Heavenly Palace lobby, usually filled with dim lights and bustling crowds, was now brightly lit.

A dark mass of people poured in like a tide from every entrance, quickly filling every corner.

At a rough glance, there were no fewer than two hundred people!

These people were of different heights and builds, but every one of them had fierce eyes and a vicious look on their faces…

When Zheng Hu's figure appeared, all eyes gathered on him.

"Brother Hu!"

Zheng Hu nodded expressionlessly and asked in a deep voice, "Are they all here?"

"Reporting to Brother Hu, the brothers who could be notified are basically all here!"

A middle-aged man with an Azure Dragon tattoo on his arm replied hurriedly, "The gear is also prepared: machetes, steel pipes, baseball bats… There are also a few shotguns in the back storage room. Do you want…"

"Not yet."

Zheng Hu raised his hand to interrupt, cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Can't that kid fight?"

"Didn't he take down dozens of my men all by himself?"

"Today, I will use numbers to pile him to death right here!"

He paused.

His voice raised, like a thunderclap, rolling through the entire lobby.

"Brothers!"

"Tonight, some ignorant little bastard is coming to smash our Heavenly Palace's place!"

"He injured our men, kidnapped Big Brother Xiong, and now dares to call and threaten me!"

"Tell me, what should we do?!"

After a brief silence—

"Kill him!!!"

"Damn it! Kill that bastard!"

"Brother Hu, just give the word! The brothers will chop him up to feed the dogs today!"

—

The roars erupted like a tsunami, shaking the crystal chandelier slightly.

Zheng Hu looked at his indignant subordinates, and finally, a sinister smile appeared on his face.

This was the effect he wanted!

Jin Meiting stood behind him to the side, looking at the dark mass of people, cold sweat seeping from her palms.

Would Ye Chen really…

…come?

Even if he came, facing this kind of formation, what could he do?

No matter how well one person can fight, they are ultimately made of flesh and blood.

He can take down ten, twenty, but can he really take down two hundred desperate men armed with sharp weapons?

She couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for that rebellious young man…

Wait!

Why was she worried about him?

If it weren't for him, the current situation wouldn't be like this…

Jin Meiting snorted inwardly and closed her eyes.

"Very good! Everyone, guard all the entrances and exits for me! I'll wait for him right here!"

Zheng Hu raised his hand to suppress the clamor, his voice full of killing intent. "As long as he dares to step into the Heavenly Palace, beat him to death for me!"

"Yes!!!"

The roars rose again, the killing intent soaring to the heavens.

Zheng Hu turned and sat down on the central leather chair in a domineering manner.

Then.

He took the cigar handed to him by a subordinate, lit it, and took a deep drag.

White smoke rose, blurring his sinister face.

"Ye Chen…"

"I want to see how you die today???"

Time ticked away second by second.

In less than half an hour, a commotion suddenly came from outside the Heavenly Palace.

"Creak—"

The door was pushed open.

All eyes shot toward the door in unison!

A tall, upright figure walked in against the streetlights.

It was Ye Chen.

He was dragging a person with his right hand…

That person was being dragged by one leg like a torn sack, their upper body trailing on the ground.

And what was shocking was that the person being dragged was none other than Zheng Xiong!

The ruthless "Second Master," who had once made a name for himself in the hail of bullets in the Middle East, was now covered in blood and grime, like a dead dog!

And beside Ye Chen, Bing Lan followed quietly.

She was still wearing that sharp professional suit, her long hair tied meticulously behind her head, and there was no expression on her beautiful face…

Three people.

Only three people.

A dragged captive, a cold and beautiful female CEO, and the ignorant young man in their eyes.

Dead silence.

The lobby fell into an eerie, dead silence.

All the henchmen widened their eyes, mouths agape, looking at this scene in disbelief.

Zheng Hu sat on the leather chair, the cigar between his fingers snapped in two.

He stared fixedly at the dragged-in Zheng Xiong, his pupils so gloomy they were about to drip water.

Humiliation!

This was naked humiliation!

Ye Chen entering in this way was like stepping on his face and telling everyone…

"The brother you are so proud of, the war god under your command, in my eyes, is nothing but a stray dog that can be dragged around at will!"

Ye Chen ignored the eyes of the whole room, dragged Zheng Xiong, and stopped about ten steps away from Zheng Hu.

He let go of his hand and looked up at Zheng Hu.

"Zheng Hu."

"Is the transfer contract I wanted ready?"

A collective gasp of cold air sounded all around!

He's crazy!

This kid is truly crazy!

Dragging the Second Master single-handedly into the Heavenly Palace lair, facing over two hundred desperate men armed with lethal weapons, and the first thing he says is…

Demanding the transfer contract?

Does he even know where he is standing?!