730: Chapter 730 I'll shoot you!

The young man's face instantly turned the color of pig liver: "You... you dare to curse at me?!"

The finger he used to point at Ye Chen was trembling uncontrollably, and the rage in his chest surged up like a volcanic eruption.

He had run rampant in the overseas Chinese circles for so many years, and he had never been humiliated like this before.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I am Mu Qingshan! The young master of the overseas Mu family!"

He gritted his teeth and announced his name, word by word, his eyes filled with arrogance.

The overseas Mu family was a major Chinese clan that had operated in Southeast Asia for over a century, with influence spanning multiple countries and connections in both the underworld and the legitimate world.

In the past, whenever he announced this name, even if the other party wasn't scared into kneeling and begging for mercy, they would at least respectfully apologize.

However, Ye Chen didn't even lift an eyelid. He took a bite of a lamb skewer, chewed twice, and spoke slowly.

"I don't care if you're the Sen family or the Mu family."

"Don't bother me."

Mu Qingshan's face completely lost its composure: "Just you wait!"

He spat out these words viciously, turned around, and strode away, pulling out his phone as he walked, presumably to make a call to someone.

Night Owl sat opposite him, watching Mu Qingshan's retreating figure, and took a sip of beer with an expressionless face.

"You're still the same as ever; everywhere you go, trouble follows."

Ye Chen rolled his eyes: "My fault? I just wanted to quietly eat some skewers, but he insisted on coming over to ask for a scolding. Not beating him up was already me being restrained."

Yi Yue pursed her lips and chuckled, saying nothing.

Meanwhile, Qian Duofu, who was sitting nearby, was completely dumbfounded.

He looked in the direction Mu Qingshan had left, then at Ye Chen's nonchalant face, and hurriedly spoke up.

"Li... little brother, do you know what the Mu family is?"

Ye Chen picked up a skewer of grilled chives: "What?"

Qian Duofu swallowed his saliva.

"That's one of the major overseas Chinese families!"

"The Mu family has been operating in Southeast Asia for over a century, with businesses spread across multiple countries and connections with political figures in various nations."

"You've offended the young master of the Mu family; the ship hasn't even set sail yet, and you're already in big trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen spoke calmly.

"Brother, do you know who I am?"

Qian Duofu was stunned: "Who?"

Ye Chen wiped his mouth and said indifferently: "I am the Deputy Team Leader of the Dragon Kingdom, Ye Chen."

As the words fell, Qian Duofu froze.

The next second.

"Hahaha..."

Qian Duofu burst into laughter, laughing until he was bent over, with tears almost coming out of his eyes.

"Little brother, you really know how to joke!"

He slapped his thigh while laughing, "Dragon Kingdom Deputy Team Leader? If you're the Dragon Kingdom Deputy Team Leader, then I'm the head of the Dragon Kingdom!"

Ye Chen shrugged, feeling puzzled.

No one believed him even when he told the truth; what could he do?

He couldn't be bothered to explain further, picked up the beer bottle, and took a gulp.

Yi Yue lowered her head and took a bite of a skewer, her shoulders trembling slightly, clearly holding back laughter.

Beside them, Night Owl looked at Qian Duofu as if he were a pathetic creature.

What Ye Chen said was usually the truth; it was one thing for this upstart not to believe him, but to mock him... he had practically missed out on a fortune.

Qian Duofu finished laughing, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and patted Ye Chen on the shoulder.

"Little brother, I like your personality."

"But for the next few days on the ship, you'd better be careful."

"The people from the Mu family are not to be trifled with."

Ye Chen nodded, his expression perfunctory: "Alright, thanks for the reminder, brother."

Seeing his stubborn attitude, Qian Duofu shook his head and was just about to pick up his glass and leave.

Suddenly!

Footsteps came from the deck entrance.

Everyone looked toward the sound.

Mu Qingshan had returned, followed by seven or eight burly Bodyguard in black.

They all had crew cuts and sunglasses, and their whole demeanor exuded a fierce aura.

The other passengers on the deck saw this and quickly retreated, with some even hiding directly inside the cabin.

"That's the brat!"

Mu Qingshan pointed at Ye Chen, his voice filled with irrepressible rage, "Surround him for me!"

The seven or eight Bodyguard didn't say a word; they spread out quickly, surrounding the barbecue area where Ye Chen and the others were sitting, sealing it off completely.

The leader was a man in his early thirties, Scarface, with a gruesome scar extending from his brow bone to his chin.

He stood with his arms crossed, looking down at Ye Chen with a sneer of disdain on his lips.

Mu Qingshan stepped out from behind the Bodyguard, stood in front of Ye Chen, hands in his pockets, his chin slightly lifted.

"Brat, you had a good time cursing at me earlier, didn't you?"

"I, Mu Qingshan, have been in the overseas scene for so many years, and you are the first person who dared to curse at me to my face."

"Now, I'll give you two choices."

He held up one finger.

"First, kneel and kowtow to me three times, then give these two women beside you to me as an apology. If I'm in a good mood, I might spare your miserable life."

He held up a second finger.

"Second, I'll have my men beat you to death and then throw you into the sea to feed the fish."

"Choose for yourself."

As the words fell, there was a deathly silence on the deck.

The passengers hiding in the distance to watch turned pale.

Some looked at Ye Chen with sympathy, some shook their heads and sighed, and some took out their phones to film secretly, but no one dared to step forward to stop it.

The Mu family's reputation in Southeast Asia was simply too great; no one was willing to offend such a local tyrant for the sake of a stranger.

But what was strange was...

Those two women seemed not to see the current situation at all, expressionlessly biting into their skewers.

To them, as long as Ye Chen was there, they wouldn't be afraid even if the sky fell.

Ye Chen raised his head, looked at Mu Qingshan's face, which was full of arrogance, and sighed: "Are you bunch of trash even qualified to make me choose?"

The words fell.

The whole place was dead silent.

Mu Qingshan's smile froze on his face instantly.

The Bodyguard behind him were also stunned.

The passengers hiding in the distance to watch widened their eyes even further, unable to believe their ears.

What did this young man say?

That the young master of the Mu family is trash?

That those seven or eight well-trained Bodyguard of the Mu family are trash?

Was he crazy?

Mu Qingshan was the first to come back to his senses, the smile on his face completely vanished, replaced by rage and ferocity.

"You f*cking want to die!"

"Everyone, get him! Beat him! Beat him to death! I'll take responsibility if he dies!"

Upon hearing this, the leading Bodyguard, Scarface, let out a low roar, clenched his right fist, and aimed straight for Ye Chen's face.

This punch was so powerful that even a man of iron wouldn't dare to take it head-on.

However, Ye Chen didn't even leave his chair.

He just raised his right hand and slapped it casually.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound of a slap.

Scarface's body suddenly tilted, as if he had been struck by a giant hammer. The flesh on his face trembled violently, and a few teeth mixed with blood flew out of his mouth, tracing a parabola in the air.

Then, his body slammed hard into two Bodyguard behind him, and the three of them fell to the ground together like dominoes, rolling into a heap.

Before the screams had died down, Ye Chen had already stood up.

He walked toward the remaining Bodyguard.

The remaining few Bodyguard turned pale, subconsciously wanting to retreat, but it was already too late.

Ye Chen walked up to a Bodyguard and slapped him again.

"Slap!"

That Bodyguard didn't even have time to scream before his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string, smashing two white lounge chairs and lying motionless on the ground.

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

"Slap!"

Three crisp sounds, and three more Bodyguard flew out in response.

One person slammed into the deck railing, bending into a V-shape.

Another fell headfirst into the nearby barbecue grill, sending charcoal flying everywhere, screaming in pain as he was burned.

Another person flew directly off the deck, tracing an arc in the air, and then fell into the sea.

In just five seconds, none of the seven or eight Bodyguard were left standing.

They were all lying on the ground, wailing everywhere.

The deck was deathly silent.

The passengers hiding in the distance to watch had their mouths wide open and eyes wide, their minds completely blank.

One slap each.

Seven or eight burly men couldn't even last one move in front of this young man.

Is this f*cking a movie?

Mu Qingshan stood where he was, completely stunned.

He stared blankly at the wailing Bodyguard all over the floor, then looked at Ye Chen's calm and indifferent face, feeling his worldview collapsing.

These Bodyguard of his were all veterans he had spent a fortune to hire from special forces; each one was battle-hardened, and one of them could easily take on ten ordinary people.

But now?

In front of this young man in a white T-shirt, they were like paper, one slap each, and they were all knocked down.

Mu Qingshan's face turned the color of pig liver, ashamed and angry.

"You... you..."

A feeling of humiliation he had never experienced before surged into his heart, burning until his internal organs ached.

He was the young master of the Mu family!

He had been running rampant in Southeast Asia for so many years, and it had always been him bullying others; no one had ever dared to touch a single hair on his head!

Today, he had actually been humiliated in public by a poor kid wearing cheap, street-stall clothes!

Mu Qingshan's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he suddenly reached for his waist.

The next second.

He pulled a silver Desert Eagle from his lower back, its pitch-black muzzle aimed straight at Ye Chen's chest.

"I'll blow you away!"

He gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger violently.

"Bang!"

The gunshot exploded on the deck, deafening.