73: I brought the contract, shall we sign it?

The muscles on Zheng Hu's face twitched violently.

Their gazes collided in mid-air.

One was as calm as a deep pool.

The other was as sinister as a viper.

"Ye Chen!" Zheng Hu squeezed the two words through his teeth, his voice hoarse and terrifying. "You've got guts... to actually dare to barge into my Tiangong Nightclub alone?!"

Ye Chen remained expressionless. "Cut the crap. Is the contract ready?"

"Ready your mother!" Zheng Hu slammed his hand onto the armrest. "Don't even think about leaving here alive today!"

Ye Chen lowered his head and kicked the unconscious Zheng Xiong at his feet.

"Not long ago, your brother said the same thing."

He looked up, scanning the dark mass of figures surrounding him.

"Now, he's lying right here."

"Do you... also want to try?"

Mad! Arrogant!

With that single sentence, the more than two hundred desperadoes in the room fell silent in unison!

Everyone froze, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Where did this kid get his confidence?

To dare to speak like that while facing over two hundred people?

Does he really think he's invincible?!

Zheng Hu laughed in extreme anger.

"Hahaha... I, Zheng Hu, have spent half my life living on the edge, crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and I've never seen anyone as arrogant as you!"

"I'd like to see... how you plan to make my two hundred-plus brothers all lie down!!!"

Before the words even finished, it was like lighting a powder keg!

"Get him!"

"Damn, he's too arrogant! Brothers, attack!"

"Hack this bastard to death!!!"

The thirty-some thugs closest to him could no longer hold back. Provoked by those words, they immediately charged like starving wolves released from a cage, brandishing machetes, steel pipes, and baseball bats, roaring as they lunged at Ye Chen from all sides!

The flashing blades and clubs instantly engulfed Ye Chen and Bing Lan.

Bing Lan's face turned slightly pale, and she instinctively took a half-step closer to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen merely glanced indifferently at the first machete that swung toward his face.

The blade whistled, heading straight for his face!

Ye Chen didn't move his feet; he simply raised his right hand and swung it casually—

"Slap!" A single slap struck first, slamming hard onto the face of the thug holding the machete.

The man's momentum stopped abruptly, as if he had been hit from the side by a truck, and he went flying horizontally, spinning in the air.

"Crash!" His body knocked over a bar stool, and he slumped to the ground without so much as a groan.

Almost simultaneously... a steel pipe from the left smashed toward Ye Chen's temple!

Without turning his head, Ye Chen reached back with his left hand, clamped onto the opponent's wrist, and twisted!

Crack! "Ah—!" The sound of bone breaking and a scream rang out together, and the steel pipe slipped from the man's grip.

Ye Chen caught the falling steel pipe and, without looking, swung it backward with his backhand!

"Bang!" A thug behind him who was trying to sneak an attack with a baseball bat had his shoulder blade struck heavily, and he fell to his knees, screaming.

On the right, two machetes came from above and below, aiming at Ye Chen's neck and abdomen respectively!

Ye Chen shifted his body slightly, sliding through the gap between the two blades like a ghost, and slammed his right fist into one man's abdomen!

"Ugh..." The man's eyes bulged, bile mixed with stomach acid sprayed out, and he curled up like a shrimp before collapsing.

Ye Chen didn't stop his pace and brought the steel pipe in his left hand down with a strike!

"Thud!" The other man's wrist felt excruciating pain, his machete dropped to the floor, and he retreated while howling, clutching his wrist.

With every step he took, another person fell.

Over thirty people, who had surged up like a tide, were shattered as if they had crashed into a reef!

In less than a minute, a whole area around Ye Chen was filled with fallen bodies, the sounds of groaning and wailing incessant.

Yet he didn't even have an irregular breath; he just lightly shook his wrists, as if he had just finished stretching his muscles.

The whole room fell into dead silence once again.

The remaining thugs all froze in place, as if under a paralysis spell.

They stared with wide eyes and open mouths, looking at their comrades strewn across the ground, then back at the terrifyingly calm young man in the center...

A chill shot from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads.

Is... is this even human?

The sinister grin on Zheng Hu's face had long since vanished, leaving only a livid expression.

He knew Ye Chen could fight, but he didn't expect... he could fight to this extent?

Ye Chen, however, acted as if nothing had happened.

He turned around, took Bing Lan's hand, and pulled her to the empty leather sofa opposite Zheng Hu... sitting down calmly.

Immediately after, amidst the incredulous gazes of everyone, Ye Chen pulled a neatly folded A4 document from the inner pocket of his jacket.

With a flick of his wrist, the document unfolded. With another flick, it slid across the polished coffee table like a dart, stopping right in front of Zheng Hu.

"It's okay if you didn't prepare the transfer contract, because... I brought one for you. Shall we sign it?"

Zheng Hu: "..." Jin Meiting: "..." All the thugs: "..."

Everyone was collectively petrified, their minds blank.

A contract? He actually... carried the transfer contract for Tiangong Nightclub with him?!

And to top it off, after storming into the enemy's lair and taking down over thirty people alone, he just tossed it over as casually as handing out a business card?!

This move... is just too damn flashy, isn't it???

Zheng Hu's face turned a sickly shade of green.

He had been in the underground world for half his life, killing his way from a street thug to a Xiamen City overlord... when had he ever been humiliated like this?

But today, someone had actually stormed into his lair single-handedly, taken down dozens of his brothers, and then, as if handing over toilet paper, tossed over a transfer contract, lightly asking him to sign it?

This wasn't just a slap in the face anymore. This was ripping the skin right off Zheng Hu's face, throwing it on the ground, and stomping on it twice.

"Ye Chen..." He squeezed the words through his teeth. "Do you really think... that with just brute force, you can get the better of me, Zheng Hu?"

Ye Chen didn't speak. Instead, Bing Lan, who was beside him, opened her mouth.

"Mr. Zheng. Let me introduce myself, my name is Bing Lan. Jin Meiting's best friend. And... Wang Feng's daughter."

"You should still remember him, right?"

Zheng Hu narrowed his eyes. "Wang Feng, huh... I'd remember him even if he turned to ash."

"Then may I ask..." Bing Lan's expression grew increasingly cold. "You killed my father; how will this debt be repaid?"

"Repaid? That's naturally simple." A fierce light exploded in Zheng Hu's eyes. "That would naturally be by sending you and your father down to reunite!"

Before the words even finished, his hand, which had been resting under the coffee table, suddenly shot up! And in his hand... he was holding a pitch-black pistol!

However. Before Zheng Hu's gun could even aim at Bing Lan's forehead, his vision suddenly blurred!

The next moment, a hand appeared out of thin air and gripped the barrel of the gun with speed that was difficult for the naked eye to track!

With a pull! Zheng Hu felt a massive force come from his wrist, and his palm was suddenly empty... and the gun had already changed hands!

The cold sensation of metal pressed against his forehead.

"Sorry, Boss. It seems you can't send them to reunite for the time being."

Ye Chen held the gun and said helplessly, "On the contrary, I'm not too familiar with guns, and my hands tend to shake. If I accidentally misfire and blow your brains out, Sister Meiting would become a widow."

The whole room was dead silent! You could hear a pin drop!

Everyone's eyes widened to the point of popping out of their sockets!

What just happened?! They only saw Brother Hu raise his hand, the muzzle just appeared, and then... the gun was in Ye Chen's hand?

Is this speed human?!

Zheng Hu's body went rigid, the veins on his forehead throbbing violently.

This was the first time he had ever had a gun pointed at his own head. And it was on his own turf, by a "Little Driver" he had once viewed as an ant!

A supreme humiliation!

"Ye Chen!!!" Zheng Hu let out a low roar from the depths of his throat, his eyes bloodshot like a wounded beast.

"Do you think... if you kill me, you can walk out of here alive? That you can control everything?!"

"You're too naive! If I, Zheng Hu, fall, the underground world of Xiamen City will immediately fall into chaos!"

"Countless people want to move up, countless eyes are staring at this place! Zhao Tiangang will never let you go! What you're taking is the fat meat he's been eyeing for years!"

"If you kill me, you will only fall into even bigger trouble, with no peace forever!!!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen just shook his head slightly. "Trouble? Killing you will indeed be a bit of a hassle. But it's only 'a bit'."

"Li Yao from the Criminal Police Squad is my future 'brother-in-law'. He should be very happy to help me handle the crime scene report regarding a gang leader who resisted arrest and was shot dead."

"And Bai Shanshan, her sister owes me a huge favor! With the two of them, these professionals, helping to cover it up... oh no, I mean, handling the scene according to the law, do you think... your death will cause much of a stir?"

Zheng Hu's pupils constricted, his breath hitching. Li Yao! Bai Shanshan! He certainly knew these two names!

One is a sharp knife of criminal investigation, the other is an iron-faced tiger; both are stubborn, incorruptible hardliners within the system! How could Ye Chen have such a deep connection with them???

"As for Zhao Tiangang..." Ye Chen's voice turned cold. "Once your criminal evidence is made public and the case becomes ironclad, does it matter who killed you?"

"People will only clap and cheer, celebrating the removal of a tumor. Dao Ye? If he dares to act recklessly in Xiamen City, then he can try the power of the state!"

Every word was like a cold hammer, smashing heavily into Zheng Hu's heart. The rules he relied on to survive! The threats! The backers! All were dissolved one by one in Ye Chen's understated words...

Zheng Hu's face was sinister. "Back then, I really shouldn't have given you those seven days!"

Ye Chen glanced at the contract on the table and said indifferently, "Unfortunately, there's no regret medicine in this world. So... please sign it?"