"Deal."
Ye Huan snapped his fingers, slipped the card back into his pocket, his face full of amusent.
This action made A’nan snort coldly.
Spending two billion, to say it doesn’t hurt would be a lie.
But Golden Saber knew too much; if he accidentally blabbered any secrets to Ye Huan, things would be hard to wrap up.
"When will you release him?" A’nan looked displeased.
"No rush." Ye Huan placed his wine glass back on the coffee table, stuck a toothpick in his mouth, and said with a smirk: "Releasing him, depends on my mood. If I’m in a good mood, I’ll let him go, unless..."
"You’re ssing with us!?"
A’nan was furious.
The underlings behind him were also enraged, raising their Wolf Fang Clubs, assuming attack stances.
This kid was too arrogant, daring to be so presumptuous on the territory of the Celestial Dragon Gang?
Taking three billion and not stopping there?
He must have a death wish!
"Hey, can you let finish!"
"Seriously, I just want to add a condition, and it’s a very simple one."
Ye Huan furrowed his brow, looking serious.
Hmm?
A’nan’s expression softened slightly, speaking coldly: "Speak!"
"This condition..."
"is..."
"that..." Ye Huan squinted and said: "You notify White Impermanence and have him call ’Father,’ how about that?"
As soon as the words fell...
a Beretta-47 pistol was pressed against Ye Huan’s temple.
The one-eyed bartender stood beside Ye Huan, the gun in his hand taken from beneath the tray, his remaining normal eye full of a sinister gleam.
He spoke, his voice hoarse like an old man made of dry wood, deep and harsh...
"Too much, isn’t it?"
The one-eyed bartender’s simple four words confird Ye Huan’s suspicions.
These four words carried intense killing intent. If he hadn’t road the Dark World before, he could never have unleashed such chilling malice.
Ye Huan narrowed his eyes, concluding in his heart.
This one-eyed bartender was no ordinary person.
"Kid, we’ve investigated you."
"We know, of course, you’re quite skilled, able to handle a dozen people."
"But what’s the use? No matter how good your skills, how hard your fists, how fast you are, what good does it do?"
A’nan extinguished his cigar, tossing it casually to the ground, then walked over to Ye Huan and slowly bent down, a mocking expression on his face, "No matter how badass you are, can you be more badass than a bullet? No matter how skilled and quick, can you withstand a bullet?"
With that, A’nan took the handgun from the one-eyed bartender and pressed it straight against Ye Huan’s forehead, a grin stretching wider, his unique large tooth glaringly white.
Ye Huan sipped so wine, looking serious, "I think you might be underestimating my badassery."
"..."
After a brief silence...
The Celestial Dragon Gang mbers burst into laughter, tears streaming down their faces.
"Haha, this kid thinks he’s more badass than a bullet?"
"He must think he’s the protagonist of those Soldier King novels, able to snatch guns, dismantle them in seconds, and catch bullets barehanded, right? Haha!"
"I’m telling you, Brother Nan, you should just shoot him already. Keeping this kind of lunatic around is a nace to society. Our Celestial Dragon Gang could contribute to society! So the cops won’t keep calling us a social cancer. Am I right?"
"Haha, I think you’re absolutely right!"
The ruffians mocked loudly, looking at Ye Huan as if he were a complete idiot.
A’nan’s mouth twitched hideously a couple of tis, pressing the gun even harder, his finger on the trigger starting to apply more pressure, with the trigger already halfway pulled.
"I should warn you, I’m soone who hates being offended the most in my life, your kind of behavior..." Ye Huan’s mouth curved deeper, his tone full of aning: "could cost you your head..."
"Kid, still so arrogant?"
"Do you really think I don’t dare to shoot you?"
"I’m giving you one last chance, when will you release Golden Saber? Give a clear answer!"
A’nan cursed angrily, pressing his finger even harder.
Just one more milliter to pull, and the bullet would fly out, piercing Ye Huan’s forehead.
Ye Huan’s gaze remained calm and serene, even leisurely sipping his wine.
His nonchalant deanor instantly made the Celestial Dragon Gang mbers even more displeased, to the utmost point!
"Kid, do you really want to die?" A’nan’s voice was cold.
"Why don’t you give it a try?"
Ye Huan’s three words, full of provocation, made A’nan roar in exasperation:
"I’ll kill you!"
After roaring, he directly pulled the trigger.
"Bang!!!"
A gunshot rang out.
The thug underlings shook their heads full of mockery.
This punk really thinks he can outmatch a bullet?
Go ahead and try, even ten lives wouldn’t be enough for you to try with!
Thought you were so arrogant, now you’ve been shot, fun, right...
Fun...right...
Fun...
The gangsters were stunned.
A Nan was stunned.
Due to the sound of a gunshot, the dance floor on the first floor had also quieted down...
The entire bar fell utterly silent...
But after seeing the situation on the second floor, everyone was stunned...
Everyone held their breath...
Everyone...gasped in shock!!!!
"You...how did you..." A Nan’s smile froze on his face, followed by astonishnt, disbelief, a face full of fear!
"So, am I even more impressive than you imagined?" Ye Huan’s face was full of playful smiles, his right hand with two fingers pinching...
Pinching a hot bullet!
Only A Nan saw it!
He saw, at the mont the bullet left the barrel, Ye Huan moved two positions away from the sofa at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, and reached out with his right hand into the air, forcibly intercepting the bullet traveling at 10,000 mph!
Oh my god!!!!!!
A Nan looked at the smoking gun barrel and couldn’t stop trembling.
This... this speed is simply beyond human capability!
Who can...who can catch a bullet with bare hands!
Ye Huan’s skills are really impressive enough to disregard bullets?
This...this can’t be possible!
A Nan didn’t believe it and fired another shot...
"Bang!!!"
A gunshot sounded.
Ye Huan caught the second bullet in his hand...
Then...
With a "click" sound, the gun in A Nan’s hand suddenly disappeared without a trace.
A Nan looked at his empty palm, dumbfounded...
The next second, feeling a cold, black gun barrel pressed against his forehead, A Nan only felt a chill run from his feet to his head, chilling him to the bone!
"What’s your life worth?" Ye Huan, holding a Bocata-47, pressed the gun to A Nan’s forehead, forcing him back onto the sofa.
As Ye Huan’s finger on the trigger started to exert force, A Nan’s shirt was already soaked, he quickly waved his hands, his voice trembling: "Boss, we can talk this out, we can talk this out..."
"Talk this out? Weren’t you acting all tough just now, planning to shoot ?" Ye Huan sneered.
"I...I was just kidding, Boss, don’t get wrong..."
"Boss, don’t get worked up, don’t get worked up!"
A Nan cried out loudly, trying to dissuade Ye Huan from pulling the trigger further.
"Am I impressive?"
"You’re impressive! Boss, you’re the most impressive!"
"Is the bullet impressive?"
"What’s a bullet worth, compared to you, Boss, a bullet is nothing!"
A Nan wanted to cry but had no tears, besides the Gang Leader, he had never seen anyone who could catch bullets with bare hands!
This... who’s this Ye Huan, really!!!
"Your brother Golden Saber is worth 300 million, what about you, how much are you worth?" Ye Huan raised an eyebrow, asking lightly.
"I...I..." A Nan stamred, flustered, those 300 million were given by White Impermanence, there’s no way he could co up with another 300 million!
At this mont, the one-eyed bartender spoke up.
"Young man, there are 500 million in the card, take it and leave." The one-eyed bartender tossed out a bank card with great force.
Even...
Creating a slicing wind sound!
"Whoosh!"
It’s no exaggeration to say, that card was as deadly as a throwing knife!
If an ordinary person tried to catch it, their wrist would surely be cut off!
But Ye Huan reached out effortlessly and intercepted the card, then put it in his pocket.
The one-eyed bartender squinted his eyes, his face slightly changed.
"Congratulations, you just bought a life." Ye Huan moved the gun barrel away from A Nan’s forehead, then slightly moved his fingers.
"Crack... crack..."
The gun disassembled into pieces, scattering on the ground.
As Ye Huan left, he waved his hand:
"When I’m in a better mood, I’ll release Golden Saber,"
"If you dare contact privately again and waste my ti, you’ll face the consequences yourself."
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