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Chapter 708 - 686:

Chapter 708: Chapter 686:

Facing the questions and anger of his subordinates, Shaw felt somewhat helpless. He was under the control of the Church Court, and it was simply impossible to break free from it. Thus, he could only continue to obey the commands of the Church Court. The Old Madam was a formidable figure; at least, that’s what Shaw thought. Shaw knew that if the Old Madam wanted him dead, there were at least ten thousand ways to do it.

So, Shaw understood the formidable nature of the situation, and he had no choice but to submit, to succumb. Faced with all of this, all he could do was grit his teeth and endure. He sighed and said, "Gentlemen, stop talking about it and prepare for our trip to the United States!"

"Shaw, are we really going to conquer America for that old witch?" The blond man complained.

"What else can we do?" Shaw shrugged, then said helplessly, "I don’t wish for all of this either, but I believe you all understand the pros and cons!"

"Ah, it’s all because we’re too powerless!" The others sighed helplessly, then angrily said, "Someday, we must overthrow the Church Court, or we will sooner or later become their pawns!"

"We already are someone else’s pawns!" The brown-haired man sighed.

"Ah..." Shaw sighed and then stood up, drew back the curtain, and outside was the imposing and majestic Temple of the Gods. The Temple of the Gods was the main body of the Church Court and its headquarters. The Church Court is Italy’s mainstay, and the Old Madam is Italy’s boss. Looking at the majestic Temple of the Gods, Shaw said, "Everything is born of God, everything is controlled by God. We are God’s people!"

The blond man and the brown-haired man both hung their heads, unable to say anything--after all, they were members of the Church Court too. But when they stood before their own interests, they lost sight. They sighed and then repented for their wrongdoings.

"Alright, we’re all God’s people and must obey God’s will, so, you all obey!" Shaw’s rebellious inclination had just arisen, but it was immediately intimidated by the towering Temple of the Gods.

Shaw and his men could not refuse the Old Madam’s commands and, feeling helpless, they could only grit their teeth and nod their heads in agreement.

...

New York, United States, Chinatown.

At this time, it was completely the Heavenly Reversal Gang’s world. The Heavenly Reversal Gang had become the ruler of Chinatown and had become the hot gang of the whole New York State in one fell swoop. Many Westerners even came calling. Not for anything else but because the Heavenly Reversal Gang had done two things: first, the gang’s leader Ye Chen had defeated Jones, becoming a dark horse in the American Sandboxing scene; second, the gang had defeated the mafia, and although they didn’t have the heart to kill Noco, they made him a laughingstock in New York and an embarrassment for the entire New York State.

Some said that Ye Chen was a representative of the mysterious China; others said that Ye Chen was a miracle. Of course, there were also those who suggested Ye Chen was just opportunistic, perhaps Jones just had an ’off day,’ which let Ye Chen win.

Despite the varying opinions, one fact remained unchanged: Ye Chen truly became a legend in America. And this legend made the Heavenly Reversal Gang a focal point of much attention. Different people had different views on the gang; some believed the Heavenly Reversal Gang’s fame was entirely due to Ye Chen. Regardless of what others said, the Heavenly Reversal Gang had indeed become a powerful gang and had taken root in the United States.

Atop a Chinatown skyscraper, the crowd had set up a feast, with Ye Chen standing in the front, laughing heartily, "My brothers, come on, raise your glasses, cheers!"

"Brother Chen is mighty, Brother Chen is mighty!" The crowd burst into laughter.

On the rooftop, under the brilliant sunshine, the May sun wasn’t too scorching, but it was very bright and carried some warmth, making people feel quite comfortable. Everyone was toasting and drinking fiercely. Ye Chen, with a smile on his face, said, "Today marks three months since we established ourselves in America. It’s a day worth celebrating; we’ve scattered the White Alliance, toppled the mafia, and from this day forward, the Heavenly Reversal Gang can be considered a major gang. Of course, I hope my brothers do not lose themselves because of a temporary victory. We should stay humble, strive to improve ourselves, and make the Heavenly Reversal Gang the number one gang in the world!"

"Number one gang in the world!"

"Number one gang in the world!"

The little brothers all shouted loudly, with each person having a goal deep in their hearts: to become the number one gang in the world, the ultimate goal on their life’s journey. The Chinese Security Company, that is, the Black Water Security Company from China, had also grown due to the Heavenly Reversal Gang’s strength. Americans’ perceptions were changing too. Those tall individuals of white or black complexion seemed less reliable.

Take Jones, for example, although a two-meter-tall American free sandboxing champion, he was still unable to defeat a one-point-eight-meter-tall Chinese man. This shocked many Americans, considering that match had become a milestone in the American Sandboxing world. Many Chinese sandboxing fighters thus became popular bets in the gambling houses as they were keen to discover masters from this mysterious land.

"Good!" Ye Chen raised his glass again and said, "I’ve always said that some things can’t be achieved overnight, and they certainly can’t be done in one step. Therefore, I hope you all understand that only through the utmost hardships can one become superior to others."

"Brother Chen, we all get it!" Liu the Tyrant laughed heartily, "I believe my brothers will definitely understand."

"Right, the brothers will definitely get it!" Feng Zhixiao immediately nodded in agreement.

"Come on, enough talk, let’s drink!" Ye Chen burst into laughter.

After three rounds of drinks, everyone was drinking merrily when suddenly a little brother guarding the door rushed in, a look of sheer panic on his face. The crowd turned curious eyes toward the little brother. He sprinted toward Ye Chen, shouting as he ran, "Brother Chen, something bad has happened, really bad!"

The lively atmosphere at the scene came to an abrupt pause as everyone curiously turned their heads toward the little brother, eager to know what had happened to make him so panicked. Some of the little brothers even wondered to themselves if they would have reacted the same if they were in his shoes.

"What’s happened?" Ye Chen asked, puzzled.

"Brother Chen, a group has come outside looking for a challenge!" the little brother panted, having rushed up five floors, he was naturally breathless. He took a deep breath and continued, "They’ve already hurt several of our brothers!"

"A challenge?" Ye Chen was taken aback.

"Yes, they claim that your victory over Jones was pure luck, so this time they’ve brought the No. 1 strongman in America, who is also the No. 1 strongman in the world, to challenge you!" The little brother’s face grew pale—a person who could make the proud members of the Heavenly Reversal Gang turn pale certainly must be someone to be feared.

Ye Chen listened, then smiled lightly and said, "Alright, let’s go down and take a look."

"Brother Chen, just let us come with you, let the brothers continue to drink and feast!" Liu the Tyrant laughed, "Why spoil the brothers’ fun over some kids?"

"You’re right, brothers, carry on drinking!" Ye Chen laughed.

Then, turning on his heel, Ye Chen left, leading the Eight Hidden Generals swiftly downstairs. In the hall, several tall, burly, and robust Western men were lounging on the couch, casually eating, drinking, and making merry. The fine drinks displayed on the bar were pushed aside by these men, who then chugged them back. The fruit laid out on the table was also gobbled up by them.

Ye Chen and the others emerged from the stairwell to see several men each holding an apple, voraciously biting into it. Nearby, several little brothers who had been on guard were kicked to the ground, some appearing to have serious injuries and were already passed out. It seemed these fellows were rather unfriendly.

One of them, upon seeing Ye Chen, stood up. His mouth twisted into a malevolent smile, and then he spat out a bite of apple, sneering, "So you’re Ye Chen?"

"That’s right," Ye Chen nodded coldly, not pleased with such an impolite greeting on first meeting. Struggling to hold back his anger, he coldly asked, "And who might you be?"

"Oh. We’re from the Sandboxing Association!" The man straightened his messy hair and said, "I am Chris, the president of the association. Jones was our vice president. Since you killed our vice president, it’s only natural for the Sandboxing Association to seek revenge!"

Ye Chen was startled, then scoffed, "Revenge? How do you plan on taking revenge?"

"To take your head and place it on Jones’s grave," Chris smiled indifferently and asked, "How does that sound to you?"

"Fine by me," Ye Chen nodded, then sneered, "Just not sure if you have what it takes."

"Hmph, why not try me and find out," said the man as he immediately lunged at Ye Chen with swift speed, his fist swinging toward Ye Chen as if it was a weapon tearing through the air. Ye Chen dodged, and the man’s punch slid past him. Ye Chen clenched his fist, his knuckles aligned, and slammed them hard into the man’s outstretched underarm—the punch landed directly in the man’s armpit.