Even though Ye Huan had left, the bar remained deathly silent...
"Gulp."
Apart from the one-eyed bartender, the throats of the others in the Celestial Dragon Gang all moved with difficulty...
Intercepting a bullet with bare hands...
Snatching a gun in a second...
Disassembling a gun in a second...
This... isn’t this the kind of thing only movie and novel protagonists can do? How... how could it appear in reality!
The Celestial Dragon Gang mbers who previously ridiculed Ye Huan now all had wide eyes, faces full of shock.
"Boss... boss, he... he..." Anan pointed at the bar door, lips trembling...
"Don’t provoke him in the future," One-Eyed Dragon said coldly.
"But... but Golden Saber..."
"He will bring Golden Saber back, don’t worry."
One-Eyed Dragon’s voice was hoarse, not explaining the reason for his words, and turned to leave with his hands behind his back.
After he had been gone for a while, the Celestial Dragon Gang mbers cald down and began to speak up:
"Brother Nan, that... that kid is just too arrogant!"
"Yeah, how can we swallow this insult? We must teach him a lesson!"
"If we don’t beat him up, the Celestial Dragon Gang will really be humiliated by him!"
"Clap!" Anan slapped the nearby iron railing, bending it, startling everyone into silence.
"All of you, your mouths are so sharp now; why didn’t I see you make a move earlier!" Anan cursed angrily, his features twisted like an enraged lion.
All these years, it was the first ti he felt so aggrieved, and this grievance had nowhere to vent!
The mbers kept trembling.
One person stepped forward and said softly, "Brother Nan, I have a way to take down that kid..."
"Speak!" Anan put a cigar in his mouth, looking ferocious.
"Do you rember, there’s a Southeast Asian champion in our underground fight club, and he has swept away many of our top fighters, his strength is extraordinary!"
"It’s said that he once killed an elephant with his bare hands, and even survived being shot three tis, dismantling a gun is a trivial matter for him!"
"Besides, although our club’s forr champion, A Bao, was killed by Ye Huan, the guy who was as famous as A Bao in our club was punched into the morgue by this Southeast Asian champion just yesterday!"
"Ye Huan may be impressive, but with his small stature, the champion could crush him in re monts!"
"If we can get this Southeast Asian champion to take action..."
The gang mber had a suggestive look...
Anan’s expression was indecisive...
After a long while, his expression settled on "clear skies"!
He directly slapped and broke the iron railing beside him, the railing falling to the first floor, almost hitting a custor below.
"You’re a smart one! I heard that this champion once went toe-to-toe with Tyson for 360 rounds and was not defeated. If he deals with Ye Huan, one punch will definitely be enough!" Anan laughed heartily, patting this mber’s shoulder with great satisfaction.
But soon, his expression changed again, showing worry, "But to hire him to make a move, without hundreds of millions, it would be difficult..."
"Brother Nan, you’re overthinking it. Didn’t Ye Huan just get eight hundred million? If we take him down, spending twenty million to hire the champion is nothing!"
Upon hearing this, Anan’s eyes shone.
Yes, Ye Huan has eight hundred million on him!
Hiring the champion would cost at most twenty million, leaving seven hundred and eighty million...
Haha, then not only can we take out Ye Huan and wash away the grievance, but we also get to take ho a whopping seven hundred and eighty million!
"You’re smart, why didn’t I notice before? Here, I’ll promote you to Vice Hall Master of the third hall. From now on, you’ll lead over a hundred brothers in our third hall, and besides... once Ye Huan is dead, I’ll reward you with fifty million!" Anan laughed heartily, slapping this mber on the back.
The mber grinned widely, continuously flattering and thanking Anan, never dreaming he would soday ascend to the position of Vice Hall Master, let alone have a chance to receive fifty million!
Though fifty million was little compared to seven hundred and eighty million, it was enough for a long spree!
The other mbers were filled with jealousy.
Anan blew a smoke ring, then spoke again:
"This matter is entrusted to you, make sure the Southeast Asian champion feels our sincerity, any requests he has, fulfill them all!"
"Tyson is a world champion, and this Southeast Asian champion standing with Tyson and not falling behind shows he has world champion-level strength!"
"With him taking action, Ye Huan is definitely dood!"
The mber nodded repeatedly, guaranteeing he would handle the matter properly before leaving in high spirits.
Anan took a deep drag on his cigar, slowly exhaling a white cloud of smoke. He spread his hands on the sofa, grinning:
"Ye Huan, if you want to bla soone, bla yourself for not having eyes to see. How dare you ss with , Anan!"
"You’re pretty badass? I really want to see if you’re more badass, or if the world-class boxing champion is more badass!"
Anan had already fantasized in his mind the miserable look of Ye Huan before his death. He laughed out loud, and his laughter was so powerful that it shattered the windows around him!
...
Walking down the street, Ye Huan had his hands in his pockets and gave a heavy yawn.
He wiped his nose, looking displeased. "Who wants to trap ? Don’t let catch you!"
Despite looking displeased, Ye Huan was actually in a very good mood.
The 700 million he got from White Impermanence was almost spent, but now he got another 800 million for free, feeling great!
Biking back to the Penglai Lakefront, Ye Huan was surprised.
Many workers in uniforms were moving furniture into Villa A-01, and the person directing them was not Su Zhiqiang, but another middle-aged man.
"Handle with care, understand? Don’t get it scratched or dented!"
"Even the cheapest of this furniture costs hundreds of thousands. If there’s any damage, you can’t afford to pay for it!"
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing, watch out, this vase cost 560,000!"
Rather than directing, the middle-aged man was actually just yelling continuously from the side.
Ye Huan got off the shared bike and patted him on the shoulder, "Hello, may I ask..."
The middle-aged man in a suit turned around puzzled, then imdiately took several steps back with a face full of disgust, scolding, "Get lost, I’m not buying insurance!"
"No, I’m just trying to ask, where did you buy this villa?" Ye Huan asked.
"What’s it to you? Don’t tell you’re saying that an insurance salesman like you also wants to buy a villa at Penglai Lakefront?" The middle-aged man folded his arms with a look of disdain.
Ye Huan felt dissatisfied with his bad attitude but didn’t lose his temper, instead asking nicely, "You got it wrong, this A-01 was sothing I bought this morning to give to my friend, and now it’s you moving in. I just wanted to find out what’s going on."
The middle-aged man’s face turned blue with rage, glaring angrily, "What an international joke, this is a villa worth 269.4 million, and you bought it to give away? If you’re so badass, why are you selling insurance?"
Yes, ever since he saw Ye Huan, he had labeled him as an "insurance salesman" in his mind.
It’s for nothing else than that phrase "May I ask..."
Isn’t that the standard opening line for sales pitches?
Besides, how can rich people be so humble?
"I’m just asking where you bought the house from, do you have to be so arrogant about it? Is buying second-hand houses sothing to be ashad of?" Ye Huan looked displeased.
"You..."
The middle-aged man’s old face turned red, Ye Huan really hit the mark, what he cared about was indeed the "buying second-hand house" matter.
This villa, originally worth 296.4 million, he bought from a "reckless youth" for 150 million and had already posted many pictures of Penglai Lakefront A-01 in his friends and family group, showing off wildly!
As a person of high society, what he cared about most was his reputation, if people knew he bought a second-hand house, he’d definitely be laughed at.
Thinking about this, he snorted angrily, "Get lost, I don’t want to buy your insurance, the villas at Penglai Lakefront aren’t sothing you can afford, whether they’re second-hand or eighteenth-hand!"
"Let reiterate, I’m just here to ask where you bought this villa from, because I gifted this villa to my friend earlier," Ye Huan said calmly, "Besides, I’m the owner of S-01 and B-09, you don’t need to ask if I can afford properties at Penglai Lakefront."
The middle-aged man laughed.
An insurance salesman, claiming he bought this villa to give away to a friend? And saying he’s the owner of S-01 and B-09?
It’s really hilarious!
B-09, you could just say that.
The value of S-01 is equal to ten A-01s, and it’s occupied by Miss Liu Tianyun of the Liu Family!
Does this kid think he’s beco Liu Tianyun’s husband?
What a joke!
Just then, a security guard walked by.
"Security, co here!" The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back and shouted loudly.
The security guard was a bit annoyed at being shouted at, but he still ca over.
"There’s an insurance salesman here claiming he’s the owner of S-01 and B-09, and continuously saying he also bought A-01. What a joke, get him out of here!" The middle-aged man said impatiently.
"Hmm?"
"That’s right, he’s the owner of S-01 and B-09. He purchased A-01 this morning and gifted it to another owner, who then resold the villa to you," the security guard nodded, then asked back.
"Thud."
The middle-aged man’s legs gave out and he knelt on the ground...
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