I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 404 - 368, that’s a lot more

Chapter 404: 368, that’s a lot more

Ye Tingxuan was an expert marksman, definitely more skilled than in physical combat, his shot so precise it was utterly infuriating, striking Xiong Dingyuan right in the groin.

Not unexpected.

After such a hit, he’d likely never be able to function as a man for the rest of his life.

Curled up on the ground, Xiong Dingyuan’s agonizing screams slowly died down, either from the pain knocking him out or from too much blood loss leading to unconsciousness.

Ning Hui had never witnessed such a scene; her face turned deathly pale as she sat motionless in her chair, shivering unconsciously.

The reckless Miss Shi couldn’t even utter a word at this time.

"Make a call, have someone come and take him away."

Ye Tingxuan casually put down the revolver and leisurely began reloading the remaining bullets back into the cylinder, as though he had just played an insignificant little game, looking as if nothing had happened.

The guy who was still supporting his companion was quite lucky, unscathed to this point.

But if he had the choice, he would rather have been the one shot in the leg right now!

How could he explain his master being severely injured while he was unharmed?

Of course, he now had every opportunity to rush forward and demonstrate his loyalty.

But he didn’t dare.

That’s right.

He didn’t dare.

He was sure that if he made any rash move at the moment, that insane man would not hesitate to shoot him dead!

Those who dwelled in this line of work couldn’t be weak or cowardly; their hands were stained with no small amount of blood, often dealing with unsavory tasks for their bosses.

But there’s a difference between not fearing death and foolishly seeking it.

Even though he didn’t know who "Young Master" was and where he came from, other than calling to report the incident, there was no other choice.

Swallowing hard, the tough guy set down his companion who had been shot in the leg and shakily took out his phone.

Fei Yi took a deep breath of the air thick with the smell of blood, and silently sat back down.

"Miss Ning, this guy won’t bother you anymore."

Ye Tingxuan placed the reloaded revolver openly on the table and cracked a smile.

Ning Hui trembled in fear; as an actress, emotional control was a basic professional skill, but now she couldn’t even manage to produce a fake, courteous smile.

Some people don’t live up to their reputations.

Some others exceed them.

The Xiong Family was quick to respond.

"Boom!"

The door was violently kicked open from outside.

A man with glasses and a sinister demeanor was the first to step into the private room, his expression turning even colder at the ghastly mess before him.

A big group of burly men followed, exuding aggression and pugnacity.

"Second Young Master."

The only unharmed guy hastily called out.

"Worthless."

The Second Young Master cast a cold glance at him, then scanned the room.

"Who did this?"

"Looking for revenge?"

Ye Tingxuan appeared calm, with a joking not-joking look.

Second Young Master’s eyes behind the glasses became piercing like needles as he locked onto him.

"Xiong Er, we were just eating here with Young Master, when your brother barged in looking for trouble."

Fei Yi spoke up.

Xiong Er.

Full name Xiong Jingyao.

The second son of the Xiong Family.

That is to say, Xiong Dingyuan’s younger brother.

Young Master?

Xiong Dingyuan’s pupils shrank forcefully, then he looked again at the man who was smiling and the shining silver revolver on the table.

When his subordinate had made the phone call earlier, he only mentioned that his big brother had been shot; the attacker’s identity wasn’t clearly disclosed.

The atmosphere fell into silence.

"If you don’t take him away now, don’t blame his death on me."

Ye Tingxuan said lazily, no longer in the mood to play games.

Looking more scholarly and intelligent than his brother, Xiong Er was silent for a long while, then waved his hand.

Several brutes stepped forward and carefully carried away their unconscious eldest young master.

Then.

Jiang Chen finally saw what real power and influence were.

"Young Master, my big brother is a bit impulsive. If he has offended you, I hope you’ll be magnanimous."

Xiong Er, whose brother had been shot in the groin, suppressed his anger and not only refrained from seeking revenge but instead came forward to proactively toast Ye Tingxuan.

He drained the glass in one gulp.

Ye Tingxuan, who hadn’t even drunk his Sprite, merely waved his hand.

Xiong Jingyao set down the glass and left decisively. Before leaving, his gaze met Fei Yi’s, and he nodded imperceptibly.

After disgrace comes bravery.

Indeed, he was more intelligent than his elder brother.

If it weren’t for Fei Yi’s kind reminder, clarifying Ye Tingxuan’s identity, the same fate that befell his brother might have awaited him.

They say a mighty dragon can’t crush a local snake.

But there is also a saying.

A fierce dragon will cross the river!

"Let’s go!"

The group came quickly and left just as fast.

When they left, they even kindly closed the door.

"That Xiong Da, he’s his real big brother?"

Ye Tingxuan asked.

Fei Yi nodded, "Mmm, born of the same mother."

Ye Tingxuan’s lips curved into a sly smile.

Jiang Chen, who had been a mere spectator throughout, watched the man who he had once beaten to a pulp with his emotions fluctuating like storm-tossed leaves.

Although Ye Tingxuan was not great in hand-to-hand combat,

he effortlessly became a one-man pass.

True big shots never need grandiose displays to stand out.

Just one person, a casual name, can elicit fear as though walking on the edge of an abyss or on thin ice.

The floor was covered in blood.

They definitely couldn’t continue eating now.

Luckily, they had almost finished their meal before Xiong Dingyuan arrived.

"Take Miss Ning home."

What was baffling was that, after paying such a huge price, Ye Tingxuan surprisingly didn’t intend to take Ning Hui for himself but instead had Fei Yi escort her out.