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Chapter 700 - 678:

Chapter 700: Chapter 678:

As the Blonde was preparing the cash, a middle-aged man suddenly stepped forward and exclaimed, "Wait!"

Everyone’s gaze collectively turned to the middle-aged man. Curious, Feng Zhixiao asked, "Wait for what? My man, I need the money now. What, thinking of backing out after losing the bet?"

"No, that’s not it!" the middle-aged man hastily shook his head, smiling at Feng Zhixiao and the others. "Because the amount is substantial, we must count it thoroughly! I hope you can understand!"

"Fine, we’ll wait right here. Hurry up and count it clearly for us!" Feng Zhixiao nodded.

On the stage, Jones’s emergency treatment had ended, and he was put on a stretcher and then lifted into an ambulance. The audience was not happy. Losing the match meant losing money. Many people had bet tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars on Jones, some even bringing their relatives and friends with them. As a result, those who lost were in deep sorrow. Many spectators sobbed loudly.

Despite the United States being a wealthy country, there were still many poor people. They had staked their life savings on Jones, whom they believed was certain to win. But in the end, they were devastated by their total defeat, losing everything they owned.

Some even sought death, feeling that life was meaningless after losing so much money. Thus, they decided to commit suicide in the casino. Security quickly intervened, starting to disperse the troublemakers.

Nevertheless, the casino was not going to refund the money they lost. Ye Chen jumped down from the stage, and no one noticed that he landed on his left foot or that he was walking slowly because his foot was injured. In that strike, Jones’s leg bone broke, but Ye Chen’s bone was not much better. Although it wasn’t broken, it was at least fractured.

Feng Zhixiao and those bastards were waiting for their money, but what awaited them was a group of very fierce men brandishing cruel smiles. "To take money from the White Alliance, are you asking for money or for your life?"

Feng Zhixiao and the others realized this was basically a gang of robbers.

"Liu the Tyrant, they want to rob us of our money. What do we do?" Feng Zhixiao fumed, "Shit, I’ve been to so many places and never before has anyone dared to lay a hand on me. Today, it looks like I’ve met my match!"

"Damn it, let’s take them down!" bellowed Liu the Tyrant, wielding a large sword, with over ten little brothers from Heavenly Reversal Gang rushing forward.

The opponents were tall and strong, holding an advantage in terms of momentum. However, the remaining Eight Hidden Generals were not lacking in strength. They had all emerged from the Ancient Lava Cave, so naturally, their abilities were extraordinary. Although they weren’t as powerful as Ye Chen or as strong as Jones, they were formidable nonetheless.

A group charged forward and, within moments, had the fierce-looking guys pummeled into disarray. Even the middle-aged man was howling in pain under the fists of Feng Zhixiao and company.

"Are you going to give us the money?" Feng Zhixiao demanded harshly.

"Yes, I’ll give it!" With no other choice, the middle-aged man had people bring out the money, carrying out four silver cases. Liu the Tyrant immediately opened them to check, finding stacks of crisp, new hundred-dollar bills inside. Each case contained five million US dollars. Everyone immediately grabbed the four cases, ready to find Ye Chen, but to their surprise, they discovered that Ye Chen had vanished.

"Shit, where’s Brother Chen?" Feng Zhixiao was startled.

"There, brother Zhi Xiao, over there!" Xiao Er, with sharp eyes, immediately spotted Ye Chen standing at the exit waiting for them.

"Hurry, let’s go!" Feng Zhixiao shouted.

Then, everyone sprinted toward Ye Chen. Standing at the door, he looked quite unwell, a bit pale, and slightly jaundiced. Little Black noticed something was wrong with Ye Chen and quickly asked, "Brother, what’s wrong with you?"

"I’m fine," Ye Chen shook his head, then forced a smile, "Let’s go back, I’m a bit tired."

"Mm!" The group set off immediately.

Back at Heavenly Reversal Gang’s headquarters, news of Jones’s death after unsuccessful resuscitation spread quickly. The news caused an uproar among the local gangs. Everyone was keenly aware of who Jones was, and the fact that he had died in such a tragic way was shocking. Reportedly, his leg bones were shattered, his cervical vertebrae kicked to break, and his skull cracked. The grisly nature of his death made many involuntarily gasp in shock, and then curse under their breath: "Shit!"

Many people began to recall Ye Chen, this mysterious Chinese man, who possessed such formidable martial skills. He not only slaughtered Jones but also made a clean getaway. This made many people remember a saying: China is a mysterious and ancient country.

As a result, the China craze spread through New York once again, with many people flocking to China to travel, hoping to visit Shaolin Temple and unravel the mystery of Ye Chen’s kung fu.

The Heavenly Reversal Gang had now made a name for itself in Chinatown. The Chinese of Chinatown all knew that a Chinese gang had been established there, called the Heavenly Reversal Gang, and that within it was a character named Ye Chen, very formidable. Ye Chen had also created a brand for himself in Chinatown, with many people joining the Heavenly Reversal Gang because of his reputation. The image of the Heavenly Reversal Gang was firmly established in Chinatown.

"Have you heard? We’ve got a Chinese gang around here, the Heavenly Reversal Gang!"

"Yeah, exactly. They took out that strongman Jones just yesterday!"

"It was incredibly gratifying!"

In Chinatown, talk of the Heavenly Reversal Gang was everywhere, and its reputation had spread throughout the Chinese community. Many people, including some small gangs, even became vassals to the Heavenly Reversal Gang. From then on, through this one battle, the gang rose to fame, with Ye Chen becoming an indispensable figure for the Heavenly Reversal Gang.

But at this moment, the great hero of the Heavenly Reversal Gang was shutting himself away in a dark room. He needed a peaceful environment to recover for a while. During this initial period, the Eight Hidden Generals were all very busy. They all knew that Ye Chen had been injured, and quite seriously at that. Yet, to prevent news from leaking out, they continued to live as usual, although they were anxious inside.

"Have you got the medicinal herbs?" Feng Zhixiao asked anxiously at the door of Ye Chen’s room.

"They’ve arrived; they’re here!" Liu the Tyrant nodded hastily, wearing a face mask and a hat, as he had personally gone to gather the herbs for Ye Chen.

Ye Chen had explicitly ordered not to let news of his injury spread, as it would be an ominous matter for the Heavenly Reversal Gang. If other gangs learned of Ye Chen’s injury, they would surely take advantage of the situation. To prevent that, many matters were personally handled by the Eight Hidden Generals.

Ye Chen was quietly recovering in his room; the injuries on his leg bones needed a long time to heal. Every day, Ye Chen would make a few phone calls to Li Ruo and Zhang Yantong, telling them he was fine and often strolling around the United States.

Until one day, Li Ruo suddenly appeared at the headquarters of the Heavenly Reversal Gang, which caused the Eight Hidden Generals to freeze in astonishment.

"Sister-in-law, you... how did you come here?" Feng Zhixiao, who had been preparing the herbal medicine, immediately stood up as he saw Li Ruo at the door, wiped his nose, and said with a smile, "Do you... Do you need something?"

"Where is Ye Chen?" Li Ruo frowned as she surveyed the room filled with the scent of herbal medicine.

"Brother Chen is upstairs recovering from his injuries. It’s been over half a month!" As soon as Feng Zhixiao finished speaking, he immediately regretted it. Shit, how could he be so dumb? Shouldn’t he have made up some lie to send her away? If she knew Brother Chen was injured, wouldn’t it be troubling?

"What?!" As expected, Li Ruo exclaimed in shock, "You’re saying Ye Chen is injured? And has been for over half a month?!"

"Well, I mean..." Feng Zhixiao’s face turned red, not knowing how to explain.

"Take me to see him immediately!" Li Ruo shouted.

"Yes, yes!" Feng Zhixiao nodded helplessly.

Under the ridicule of Liu the Tyrant and others, Feng Zhixiao led Li Ruo upstairs. In a dark room on the second floor, Ye Chen was quietly reading a book. In Ye Chen’s life, he rarely had time to quietly read a book, and rarely had such an extended period to himself. Due to his identity and status, he couldn’t afford to relax; his destiny was to toil, work hard, and endure hardship.

The moment the room’s door opened, tears flowed down Li Ruo’s cheeks. Ye Chen was quietly reading like an old man inside, with light seeping in from a glass window. He was leaning quietly against a bamboo chair, his back to the door, one foot bandaged and covered in medicinal herbs. She couldn’t help but cry uncontrollably, unable to restrain her emotions. Ye Chen had it tough, yet, for the past half a month, he had almost called her every day, telling her what he did and what he achieved. He also told her that he was happy and that his days in the United States were good.

But now, what did she see? He was shut in this small dark room every day, holding a book and reading tirelessly. Looking at his silhouette, Li Ruo suddenly realized that Ye Chen had aged considerably.