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301: Chapter 292 Chapter 289: Seal Cement 301: Chapter 292 Chapter 289: Seal Cement The Chinese immediately poured the cement inside, and Yan Bu’er finally realized something.

He frantically struggled, desperate as a cornered dog or a threatened rabbit.

This time, Yan Bu’er no longer compromised.

He gritted his teeth, trying to jump out of the chemical drum, but unfortunately, the drum was over a meter tall, making it impossible to jump out from a standing position.

“Damn it, you dare to move around, watch me beat you to death!” Feng Zhi Xiao exclaimed as he fiercely swung an iron rod down.

Yan Bu’er flinched from the pain and retracted.

The little brothers had already poured the cement in, and then vigorously stirred it, mixing the water and cement, while Yan Bu’er immediately began crying and pleading, “Ye Chen, I was wrong, isn’t that enough?

I’ll call you lord, I’ll call you grandpa, please let me go, let me go!”

“Hmph, begging for mercy now is already too late!” said Ye Chen with a cold smile, “If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?”

“I’m willing to give you the Great Development Group, it’s a publicly listed company, worth tens of billions, aren’t you tempted?” Yan Bu’er tried to bribe Ye Chen once more.

Unfortunately, Ye Chen was indifferent to money.

Once he decided on something, he never changed his mind, and having said he would kill Yan Bu’er, he definitely wouldn’t let him go.

Ye Chen coldly smiled and said, “Brothers, turn up the heat, let this cement dry faster!”

“Alright!” Everyone nodded, not only turning up the heat but also lighting fires around the chemical drum, simply roasting the cement dry.

Initially, Yan Bu’er could still stir the cement inside the drum, but later on, it became increasingly difficult to move his arms and legs.

In the end, Yan Bu’er felt his entire body scalding as several stoves continuously baked the chemical drum, solidifying the cement completely.

The heat transmitted through the cement made Yan Bu’er feel immense pain.

“Damn it!” Yan Bu’er, gritting his teeth, furiously said, “Ye Chen, if you kill me, you won’t live either.

You’ll die one day.

The Doomsday Family won’t let you go, just wait, you’ll die someday, hahaha…”

Yan Bu’er suddenly burst into insane laughter.

“You’re also from the Doomsday Family?” Ye Chen was startled.

“Are you?” Yan Bu’er also started and quickly shouted, “I’m an external member of the Doomsday Family, Ye Chen, please don’t kill your own people!”

“So you are from the Doomsday Family!” Ye Chen cracked a smile.

“Yes, yes!” Yan Bu’er, seemed to have grasped a lifeline, hurriedly shouted, “Ye Chen, since we both serve the Doomsday Family, please let me go, I’ll commend you to the Squad Leader later!”

“Bullshit!” Ye Chen spat at Yan Bu’er, saying, “When did I ever tell you I was from the Doomsday Family?

Those goddamn beings, I wish I could kill every one I see!”

Sss…

Yan Bu’er gasped in shock, “You…

you actually want to kill people from the Doomsday Family, you’re insane!”

“The Squad Leader you mentioned, he’s the one with a ghostly mask, right?” Ye Chen said with a cold smile, “I’ve fought with him.

He ended up fleeing!”

Actually, Ye Chen had forgotten that memory entirely, and he wasn’t too clear about how the opponent had escaped, only knowing that in the end, neither he nor Li Ruo were harmed, and they all ran away.

Most likely, they had escaped.

“You…

you’re lying!” Yan Bu’er was shocked.

In his mind, the members of the Doomsday Family were almost invincible.

How could anyone in this world possibly defeat them?

Thus, Yan Bu’er firmly disbelieved Ye Chen’s words.

“Believe it or not, take him away!” Ye Chen said coldly while Feng Zhi Xiao and Liu the Tyrant immediately carried the several-hundred-pound chemical drum, with Yan Bu’er completely enclosed inside, showing only his head, which looked terrifying.

Feng Zhi Xiao and Liu the Tyrant joked and laughed as they lifted the chemical drum onto the truck and then the three drove toward the base of Xiangming Mountain.

Xiangming Mountain was a mountain near the sea, and the area saw sparse smoke, even being far from the urban-rural interface.

Feng Zhixiao was driving, Ye Chen sat in the passenger seat, and Liu the Tyrant kept an eye on the chemical drum in the back.

Ye Chen smoked a cigarette, blowing into the cold night wind.

Although the wind chilled to the bone, it could never match the pain from the knife he had driven into himself the previous night.

Protecting everyone close to him was currently Ye Chen’s most important responsibility.

Although he was unclear about his life’s goals and had lost his memory, he knew nothing about his past actions.

Yet, he understood that whether it was Li Ruo, Liu Momo, or Dian Ling, and Feng Zhixiao, these people were the most important in his life.

Protecting them was his foremost duty now.

“Brother Chen, what are you thinking about?” Feng Zhixiao held a cigarette in his mouth, his right hand on the steering wheel as the truck drove along a rural road with its headlights on.

“Nothing much!” Ye Chen shook his head, asking, “Zhi Xiao, what’s your life’s goal?”

“Hehe, this…” Feng Zhi Xiao grinned and said, “When I was still a street punk, I used to dream about being like Yan Bu’er, surrounded by a horde of little brothers, women flocking around, and lots of money to spend.”

“And now?” Ye Chen took a drag on his cigarette.

“Now my goal is to lead the Heavenly Reversal Gang to success, to protect everyone around me, like: Xiao Er, Fang Qin…” Feng Zhi Xiao gave a faint smile and said, “Don’t be fooled by Xiao Er’s nonsensical chatter, but he’s really sharp-witted, and he’s got the makings of a gangster for sure!”

“And what about Fang Qin?” Ye Chen grinned.

“Fang Qin, I just like her, hehe!” Feng Zhi Xiao grinned again and said, “Whether she likes me or not, I’ll keep pursuing her until she rejects me completely!”

“Hasn’t she already rejected you?” Ye Chen asked curiously.

“Brother Chen, you don’t understand, sometimes a woman’s refusal might just be playing hard to get, hehe, don’t get it, huh?” Feng Zhi Xiao grinned.

Soon after, they reached the seaside cliff, which was quite high.

It took them more than ten minutes to climb down, and the bizarre rocks jutted out everywhere.

Especially on such a night, it felt not like walking by the sea but walking a chilling graveyard path.

The various massive rocks took on eerie, diabolical forms.

“Damn it, let’s just roll it down!” Liu the Tyrant, tall and robust, still felt burdened by the few hundred pounds.

“Damn it, won’t rolling it down kill someone?” asked Feng Zhi Xiao, stunned.

“I mean rolling the chemical barrel down!” panted Liu the Tyrant.

“Then roll it!” Ye Chen waved his hand.

Yan Bu’er was inside the barrel, feeling extremely suffocated.

When he came out, he shivered from the cold wind, his body sealed in concrete, rendering him immobile.

He desperately pleaded, “Don’t, don’t, for God’s sake don’t roll it down.

If you do, I’ll die!”

“Damn it, and you, about to die, still care about your life?” Liu the Tyrant lifted the chemical barrel and threw it down.

Instantly, a rumbling sound followed as the barrel rolled down from the height of over thirty feet.

Liu the Tyrant’s throw was so shocking that, damn it, no one could catch up with it.

When they chased down, Ye Chen couldn’t help but curse, “Damn it, where’s the man?

He couldn’t have just disappeared, could he?”

“Hurry up and search!” The three of them immediately split up to search.

However, after scouring the area, they couldn’t find a trace of Yan Bu’er, the trio was dumbfounded.

Feng Zhi Xiao, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said somberly, “Damn it, couldn’t have rolled right into the sea, could it?”

“There’s a chance!” nodded Liu the Tyrant.

Rolling down from such a height with that momentum, it likely would have reached the sea quickly.

It was a dark night, and no one could see clearly the scene.

Additionally, the massive sea waves made it even harder to discern if the chemical barrel had indeed fallen into the ocean.

“Forget it!” Ye Chen waved his hand, the sea wind painful against their faces, and the heavy moisture was unbearable.

Lingering another minute was agony, so Ye Chen said, “Let’s go.

If he’s alive, it’s his fate; if he’s dead, it saves us trouble!”

“Alright!” Feng Zhi Xiao nodded, his flashlight flickering without revealing anything unusual around them.

The three of them quickly left the scene.

After they had gone, hidden behind a giant rock, was a black chemical barrel, half-submerged in the sea.

The barrel’s top was tightly pressed against the rock, even if blood was streaming down the head that was pushing against it, it remained in place, determined not to let the barrel escape.

Yan Bu’er was biting his teeth, tears seeping out.

From his fierce expression and tears mixed with blood, one could see Yan Bu’er’s pain.

Only when Ye Chen and the others’ voices faded did Yan Bu’er finally breathe a sigh of relief, and suddenly, the barrel rolled out, blocked by a nearby rock.

If Ye Chen and his men were still there, they would have easily spotted Yan Bu’er.

Yan Bu’er gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, “Ye Chen, I, Yan Bu’er, will use up my last breath, even if it costs me my last drop of blood, I will have my revenge.

I must have my revenge!”

Yan Bu’er’s voice was loud, but it was immediately carried away by the sea wind.

Clenching his teeth, he faced the fresh air, the recent escape having depleted his last bit of strength.

He turned towards the sky, observing the endless starry expanse, the specks of stars, yet unable to find his own place in that night sky.

To live or to die?

No one knew.

Maybe everyone’s life on this world is a fate decreed by the heavens.

If heavens decree death, one must die; if oblivion, one must vanish.

But how many could truly defy fate?

Could everyone stride on colorful clouds like the old Ye Chen, raising his sword towards the heavens and declaring, “My fate is mine to control, not heaven’s!”

Yan Bu’er looked at the sky, as if pondering something or maybe contemplating something.

As for what would become of Yan Bu’er, no one could tell.

At the foot of Xiangming Mountain, a pitch-black chemical barrel lay quietly.