Chapter 100 Chapter 098: The Meaning of the Scar

With that kick, Prince immediately slipped, leaving a deep imprint on the ground, and his machete clattered to the floor. Ye Chen’s stance ignited a fiery passion in Jiang Wei’s heart, the surge of adrenaline almost making him want to rush forward and mimic Ye Chen’s posture right then and there.

Ye Chen remained composed, hands elegantly tucked in his pockets. Against a petty thug like Prince, Ye Chen could easily take on ten alone. Not long ago, Ye Chen had even slain the fearsome Ma Killer, the top assassin under the Grand General. Now, when facing enemies, Ye Chen didn’t think about running away—he intended to eliminate them. Walking toward Prince with hands in his pockets, Ye Chen’s calm demeanor made Prince tremble all over, stammering, “Brother Ye, let’s talk this through, let’s talk this through!”

“Will you pay to redeem these men?” Ye Chen asked coldly.

“Yes! I’ll get the money right now!” Prince had no reason to refuse. Without hesitation, he ordered his men upstairs to fetch the cash. People like Prince rarely dared to stash their money in banks, fearing their accounts might be frozen if trouble came, leaving them stranded without cash to flee. Few in the underworld were as bold as Yan Buer to keep funds in a bank.

One of Prince’s men returned carrying a huge bag, heavy and stuffed with three million in cash—likely weighing tens of pounds. Prince hurriedly handed the bag to Ye Chen, saying, “Brother Ye, there’s three million here. Please count it.”

“No need to count,” Ye Chen shook his head, pulling out fifty bundles of bills and tossing them to Prince. “Here’s five hundred thousand—buy one of your men.”

“Ah! Brother Ye, no, no!” Prince was so terrified he nearly lost control. Mazi, his own man, was worth three hundred thousand; Ye Chen offering five hundred thousand meant he was effectively buying his life. Gangsters always spoke with a veneer of solemnity, so Prince’s mind immediately leapt to darker thoughts. Ye Chen laughed heartily, “Don’t worry, I’m not buying your head. I’m spending five hundred thousand on him.”

Ye Chen pointed at the burly man, a black gorilla-like figure.

“Uh… you want this big guy?” Prince was taken aback. Although he liked this strongman, the fellow was stubborn and disobedient, often ignoring orders. Yet Prince nodded immediately, agreeing to sell him.

Ye Chen turned to the big man. “Five hundred thousand to redeem your freedom. From now on, you follow me.”

The big man said nothing, gazing into the distance. Though he didn’t look directly at Ye Chen, Ye Chen sensed something unusual in his eyes. From the first moment Ye Chen saw him, he knew this man harbored secrets best left untold.

“Big brother, five hundred thousand could buy a lot of beauties. Why waste it on a brute like that?” Jiang Wei asked, puzzled. “For ten thousand on the street, you can find as many brutes as you want.”

“You don’t understand.” Ye Chen shook his head. “You wouldn’t grasp the meaning behind the scars on a man’s fists.”

Jiang Wei sneered at the big man. Ye Chen turned and said, “Brothers, let’s go!”

The crowd quickly boarded the Ruifeng business van. Ye Chen approached the big man, saying, “If you want to find closure for your past, if you want to understand it, then come with me.”

The big man, previously still, suddenly had a flicker of light in his eyes and strode forward to follow Ye Chen. The group piled into the vehicle, three cars speeding off toward the southern district. Prince’s eyes burned with fury. One of his men asked anxiously, “Prince, are we just going to swallow this humiliation?”

“No, absolutely not!” Prince gritted his teeth. “This insult today, I’ll make him pay back a thousandfold!”

“Big brother…” Mazi, missing a finger, looked at Prince in pain.

“You’re useless. That finger is your lesson!” Prince spat on Mazi, then turned and entered a building, immediately dialing Yan Buer’s number.

Yan Buer leisurely sipped tea in his study, listening to classic tunes from old Shanghai, living life with exquisite pleasure. When the phone rang, his subordinate quickly answered and passed on the message: “Big brother, it’s Prince calling.”

“Oh? Patch me through!” Yan Buer’s eyes snapped open.

“Leader Yan, I’ve done as you asked. Will the southern district territory be handed over to me now?” Prince sounded frustrated.

“Oh? Has Ye Chen been finished? And little Feng?” Yan Buer spoke coldly about lives, a man who had caused no fewer than a hundred deaths in Jiangbei City. Though he didn’t strike himself, he was the mastermind behind it all.

Prince spat and said, “No, they’re still alive, but I’ve done as instructed. I’ve lost millions myself. Hmph, you can’t go back on your word!”

“Baldy, we can make deals. You help me regain that territory, then I’ll trade you a piece of the southern district. But you haven’t dealt with Ye Chen or Feng yet. What do you have to exchange with me?” Yan Buer sneered.

“Hmph, suit yourself. I’ll take this as a dog bite. I won’t touch the university city’s territory again. You better look out for yourself!” Prince slammed down the phone, but inwardly, he was unwilling. He refused to ally with Yan Buer. He wanted sole control of the university city’s territory. Ye Chen was nothing in his eyes—today’s incident was just a dog bite. Someday, he’d gather his men and take back what was his.

Ye Chen hurried with his group toward the university city’s casino, leaving Jiang Wei and the others behind with orders to speed up the casino’s renovation. Ye Chen and the big man dashed toward the hospital.

By the time they arrived, Feng Zixiao had emerged from surgery. Two ribs were fixed, wounds stitched up with over two hundred sutures. Overall, he was stable. Learning Feng’s condition, Ye Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief and led the big man to the ward.

In the room, Feng was loudly boasting to his men about the morning’s battle, calling it a glorious fight despite its grim reality.

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