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Chapter 697 - 676:

Chapter 697: Chapter 676:

"Damn, Haozi, what were you pulling me for just now? I really wanted to go up there and kill him!" Da Xia scoffed.

"Chill out, will you? It’s Brother Chen they are provoking, not you. Why the hell do you need to get involved?" Haozi glared at him.

"Hmph!" Da Xia snorted.

Everyone tidied up a bit. Seeing that Ye Chen didn’t seem to be in a great mood, they were all extra careful when speaking to make sure not to aggravate Ye Chen. However, Ye Chen was fine. He just gave a faint smile and said, "Get ready, we’ll go out to eat in a bit."

"Brother Chen, about the matter in three days..." Jiang Wei asked doubtfully.

"That’s for three days from now!" Ye Chen gestured dismissively.

"But that Jones guy is pretty tough. In the United States, he even won the US Free-Style Fighting Championship!" Xiao Bai glanced at Ye Chen and said, "I’ve sparred with this guy, and I felt a lot of pressure!"

"If you lose, you lose!" Jiang Wei glanced at him and interjected, "Xiao Bai lost to that guy!"

"No way?" Da Hei was stunned, and the others were also taken aback. Each of the Eight Hidden Generals under Ye Chen was incredibly formidable, especially after training in the Ancient Lava Cave, they had become even more powerful. The secrets of the Ancient Lava Cave were unfathomable to them, but they could sense the mystery and had absorbed a lot of energy from the cave.

And now, to think that Xiao Bai had lost to that guy... didn’t that mean Brother Chen might be in danger too? With this thought, the previously relaxed atmosphere among them disappeared, and everyone looked nervously at Ye Chen. He smiled faintly and said, "What’s there to be afraid of? We’ll talk about what will happen in three days when it comes."

Afterward, everyone packed their things and found a place to eat.

Ye Chen had no worries at all, which only made everyone else all the more concerned. It was like the emperor wasn’t in a hurry while his eunuchs were panicking.

...

Three days later, as noon approached—the time for Jones’s challenge—everyone gathered to discuss strategies, while Ye Chen was sound asleep upstairs, apparently not taking the day’s challenge seriously at all.

Soon, it was noon. More than ten cars arrived at the scene, and over a hundred people jumped out of them: luxury Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and standard Mercedes and BMWs, followed by two big trucks made for carrying people, forming a long procession down the Chinatown street.

"Go, Jones!"

"Jones, you’re the best!"

To everyone’s surprise, the White Alliance even brought a group of cheerleaders. These women were hot and curvy, typical American beauties with tall figures, long slim legs, and very ample chests. Many of the little brothers blew whistles at this group of scantily clad cheerleaders.

Jones, dressed in Sanda attire with his sculpted muscles bared, walked at the forefront. He was wrapped in a blue battle robe and strutted towards the headquarters of the Heavenly Reversal Gang. Over a hundred people surged in without feeling the slightest bit crowded.

"Big brother, the White Alliance guys are here!" A little brother immediately shouted out.

The Eight Hidden Generals stood up, their gazes sharp as they eyed the opposition. Jones scanned the eight men and then, biting his own index finger, muttered, "Damn, why do Chinese all look the same? Can’t for the life of me spot the guy who challenged me that day!"

Just as Chinese find it difficult to distinguish foreigners, foreigners often think all Chinese look alike. Jones scrutinized everyone in the room but couldn’t find Ye Chen; to him, apart from Liu the Tyrant with his distinctive bald head, everyone looked the same.

At that moment, Ye Chen casually strolled down from the second floor, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Brother Chen!" The little brothers cleared the way, and Jones’s gaze naturally fell on Ye Chen. His eyes widened—this person was too familiar. The clothes, the eyes, the aura, and that demeanor, "My God," he thought, "if it’s not this guy, then who could it be?" Jones immediately shouted out, "Hey, buddy, it’s you! Three days ago, I told you to beat it, and it seems you’re ready to duke it out with me, huh?"

"Heh, you dared to come?" Ye Chen revealed a mild smile.

"Hey, kid, today’s match isn’t happening here, but somewhere else!" Jones looked at Ye Chen and chuckled: "Chinese, do you dare to come with me? No matter the outcome, our White Alliance will let you operate in Chinatown!"

"Zhi Xiao, take a few brothers and go with him!" Ye Chen was cheerful. Since he couldn’t break through in San Francisco anytime soon, he figured he might as well start with the White Alliance. Feng Zhixiao nodded immediately and sprang up, taking a few little brothers and heading out. The opposition swarmed out, jumping into their cars.

In San Francisco, USA, there are countless underground boxing rings that also operate as gambling dens, much like those in Hong Kong. They are run by gangs to rake in profits, shamelessly amassing wealth and bribing fighters to participate, then rigging matches and skimming huge profits.

A convoy of over ten vehicles raced towards a factory in the suburbs of San Francisco. Ye Chen’s group was not to be outdone and arrived at the factory at the same time. This factory was a base for the White Alliance, where they gathered to gamble and seek profits.