759: Chapter 759 It feels too fast!

Ye Chen raised his head and glanced at Hatton.

Then,

he lowered his head and continued cutting his steak.

"It is me."

Hatton's brow furrowed sharply.

This young man's reaction was completely different from what he had expected.

There was no fear, no panic, and he didn't even look up at him.

It was as if...

he wasn't even worth looking at.

Hatton's expression darkened.

"Kid, do you know who you hit?"

Ye Chen cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth: "Who?"

Hatton sneered.

"Felix, the son of a duke and the grandson of a member of the House of Lords."

"By hitting him, you are slapping the face of the entire Duke's family."

"If you don't give an explanation today, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk out of this street."

Ye Chen put down his knife and fork, picked up his glass, and took a sip.

Then,

he looked up at Hatton.

"What kind of explanation do you want?"

Hatton stretched out his right hand, splaying his fingers.

"First, kneel down, kowtow three times to Young Master Felix, and apologize."

"Second, break one of your own legs as a concession to the Duke's family."

"Third..."

He paused, his gaze falling on Yi Yue, a lewd smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"Leave this woman beside you here to have a few drinks with Young Master Felix so he can vent his anger."

"Once you've done these three things, you can get lost."

Euphemia's expression darkened completely, and she was about to speak...

but Ye Chen spoke first.

"Who are you to Felix?"

Hatton lifted his chin: "I am the captain of his father's guard, and also a retainer for his family."

Ye Chen nodded.

"Then have you ever considered a possibility?"

Hatton was stunned: "What possibility?"

Ye Chen put down his glass and stood up.

"That you might get hit yourself?"

Hatton was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Hit me? You? A skinny monkey wearing clothes from a street stall?"

"Do you know that when I was serving in the special forces, you were still nursing?"

"With your scrawny frame, one punch from me and your bones would likely shatter."

Ye Chen looked at him and smiled: "Then give it a try?"

Hatton's smile froze, and a glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"You're courting death!"

Before he finished speaking, he slammed his right fist toward Ye Chen's face.

The wind of the punch whistled, carrying a piercing sound as it struck directly.

If this punch landed, an ordinary person's head would have burst on the spot.

However,

Ye Chen didn't even dodge.

He simply raised his right hand and caught Hatton's fist with ease.

"Bang!!!"

A shockwave exploded from where their fist and palm met, causing the plates on the table to clatter.

Ye Chen stood in place, not moving an inch.

His right hand firmly gripped Hatton's fist, without the slightest effort.

Hatton's pupils contracted sharply.

His fist, caught by this young man in a white T-shirt with one hand?

How is this possible?!

He had used eighty percent of his strength in that punch; it could have dented an iron plate!

Yet this young man...

didn't even shake his wrist!

Hatton gritted his teeth, desperately trying to pull his fist back.

But Ye Chen's hand was like an iron clamp, locking his fist firmly, not moving a bit.

"You..."

Fear finally appeared on Hatton's face.

Ye Chen looked at him and said calmly.

"When you were serving in the special forces, I was still nursing?"

"Then I am the same age now as you were back then, yet you can't beat me; aren't you a piece of trash?"

Hatton's expression froze: "You..."

He tightened his fingers suddenly.

"Crack—"

The sound of bone cracking exploded in the quiet restaurant.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Hatton let out a scream and suddenly bent over, his right fist crushed forcefully within Ye Chen's palm.

Bones shattered!

Flesh tore!

Blood gushed out from between his fingers.

Hatton's screams echoed in the restaurant, making people's scalps tingle.

The guests hiding around were all pale as death.

How brutal...

However,

Before anyone could react, Ye Chen let go.

Hatton clutched his crushed palm, stumbled back several steps, knocked over a table, and fell to the ground.

He was twitching in pain, his forehead covered in cold sweat, but his eyes were filled with more fear than anything else.

"Who... who on earth are you?!"

Ye Chen looked down at him and spoke calmly.

"My name is Ye Chen."

Boom!!!

Felix, standing at the entrance of the restaurant, heard the name "Ye Chen," and suddenly something exploded in his brain.

He had heard this name before.

Not only had he heard it, but he had also heard nobles mention it at his father's cocktail parties.

The Nordic Saint Hall had been destroyed by this person.

The second master of the USA Manluodi Family had been killed by this person in public.

The only son of the third generation of the Gates Family had also died at this person's hands.

The South Korea Jin Conglomerate had been trampled from the cloud top into the mud by this person overnight.

When he heard these things at the time, he just thought others were bragging; how could a young man in his twenties pull off so many earth-shattering feats?

But now...

Hatton was clutching his crushed palm, lying on the ground, trembling all over.

He was a man who had survived the battlefield and had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but right now, there was only fear in his eyes when he looked at Ye Chen.

It was a fear carved into his bones.

"The... the Ye Chen from the Dragon Group?"

Hatton's voice was trembling, "The destruction of the Nordic Saint Hall... was that your doing?"

Ye Chen looked down at him without answering.

But that look already said everything.

Hatton's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He turned around abruptly and looked at Felix, his voice hoarse: "Young Master, go! Run!"

Felix's face was already deathly pale.

He wasn't a fool; Hatton's reaction had already told him that the young man in the white T-shirt before him was someone he could absolutely not afford to provoke.

He wanted to run.

But his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't move them at all.

"I... I..."

Felix stuttered for a long time, unable to say a coherent word.

Ye Chen glanced at him, withdrew his gaze, sat back down on the chair, picked up the knife and fork, and continued cutting his steak.

"Go back and tell your father to keep his eyes open when he goes out in the future, and don't provoke just anyone."

"Otherwise, the next time..."

"What will be left behind is your lives."

"Get lost."

Felix, as if granted amnesty, turned and ran.

After running two steps, his legs went weak, and he fell face-first onto the ground.

He didn't care about the pain, scrambled up, and disappeared around the street corner, stumbling.

Hatton also got up from the ground, clutching his crushed hand, lowering his head, and quickly followed.

He didn't dare to say another word.

The restaurant was silent for a full dozen seconds.

The waiter got up from the floor, looking at Ye Chen with eyes full of awe.

Qian Duofu was dumbfounded.

"This... is it over?"

"I thought that bald guy could fight, but he didn't even land a punch before his hand was crushed."

Ye Chen glanced at him: "What did you want to see? Me fighting him for three hundred rounds in the restaurant?"

Qian Duofu shook his head quickly.

"No, no, I just think... it was too fast, I'm still not satisfied."

"Not satisfied, my foot."

Ye Chen rolled his eyes and continued eating his steak.

Euphemia sat opposite, resting her chin on her hands, smiling as she watched Ye Chen.

In those azure blue eyes, there was a sparkling light.

"Ye Chen, the way you eat is really attractive."

Ye Chen looked up at her, the corners of his mouth twitching: "Which eye of yours saw that it was attractive?"

"Both eyes saw it."

Euphemia blinked, her smile becoming even brighter.

Ye Chen was speechless and lowered his head to continue eating.

Yi Yue sat beside him, pursing her lips and chuckling.

She discovered that although Euphemia was a princess, she was actually a very simple girl at heart.

If she likes someone, she pursues them openly.

She doesn't hide things, nor does she play mind games.

It's hard to dislike such a person.

"Mia, you should eat too."

Yi Yue picked up the serving chopsticks and placed a piece of lobster meat onto Euphemia's plate.

Euphemia was stunned for a moment, then her eyes turned slightly red.

"Thank you, Sister Yi Yue."

She lowered her head, picked up the piece of lobster meat, and ate it in small bites, like a kitten being fed.

Qian Duofu watched this scene from the side, with only one thought in his mind.

Mr. Ye's life is just too good, isn't it?

He has a gentle and considerate girlfriend at home, and a princess chasing after him outside.

The key is...

These two women can actually get along so well?

He shook his head and continued to bury his head in his steak.

Forget it, don't think about it.

Thinking too much just brings tears.

...

At the street corner, inside a black SUV.

Felix sat in the back seat, his face pale, his hands still trembling uncontrollably.

Hatton sat in the driver's seat, his right hand's injury simply bandaged, but blood was still soaking through the bandage, dripping down drop by drop.

"Uncle Hatton, is that Ye Chen... really that scary?"

Hatton raised his head and glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

"Young Master, when I was a mercenary in Africa, I once saw people from the Hall of Saints."

"Those people..."

He paused, as if recalling something extremely terrifying, "Those people aren't human; they are monsters."

"Ordinary people are not even as good as ants in front of them."

"But that Ye Chen wiped out the entire Hall of Saints."

"How scary do you think he is?"

Felix's Adam's apple bobbed, and a chill went down his back.

"Then... then since I treated him like that just now, will he..."

"No."

Hatton interrupted him.

"If he wanted to kill you, he would have done it just now."

"He didn't kill you, not because he didn't dare, but because you aren't worthy."

Felix's face flushed red, but he couldn't say any words of rebuttal.

Because he knew that what Hatton said was the truth.

In the eyes of such a person, he, Felix, didn't even have the qualification to be killed.

"Let's go, go back and report to the Duke."

Hatton started the car, and the SUV drove into the lane and soon disappeared around the street corner.