The beautiful CEO falls in love with me
Chapter 821 - 797:

Chapter 821: Chapter 797:

The punks eating barbecue heard the calls and hurriedly gathered around.

"Hey, Ah Wei, why are you yelling?"

"Damn, did a dog bite you?!"

"Kid, you gotta pay the medical bills, at least thirty thousand yuan, or else..."

The punks immediately surrounded Ye Chen, planning to seriously teach him a lesson and then squeeze some money out of him. Judging from Ye Chen’s appearance, he seemed to be wealthy. These days, people raise kids poorly but pamper their dogs! Rich people love dogs, so these guys naturally classified Ye Chen as one of those rich folks.

"How much do you want?" Ye Chen stood up.

"Three... three hundred thousand!" The guy who got bitten went all out, knowing Ye Chen wouldn’t fork out three hundred thousand for a dog. His real intention was to take the dog, sell it, and make some money, while also extorting some from Ye Chen.

"Come here!" Ye Chen beckoned the bitten punk with his finger.

The punk, as if compelled by some force, moved toward Ye Chen, asking suspiciously, "Wha... what is it?"

Bam...

Ye Chen swung his fist without hesitation, landing a punch straight on the punk’s face. Ye Chen’s punch felt like iron, making the punk see stars twinkling in the sky. His nose ached with a sharp pain, and then he felt a warm flow trickling down from his nose.

"Damn!" The punk touched his nose, seeing his nosebleed, he was shocked and angry.

"Brothers, let’s gang up and beat this guy!" A yellow-haired kid immediately said.

"Kill him!" The others shouted in agreement.

Ye Chen glanced at this group, all around twenty years old, a good age to be in school, yet here they were, causing trouble. Ye Chen smirked coldly, stood there, smoking a cigarette, and sneered, "Are you sure you want to fight me!"

"Damn, stop chit-chatting!" The nosebleeding guy charged first, wielding a ten-pound iron stick, which could strike with a force of over a hundred pounds. Ye Chen quickly sidestepped to evade the ambush, and the punk rushed forward with the momentum of the swing, unable to control his own body. Ye Chen’s hand clamped down like a crab’s claw, locking onto the punk’s neck.

"Uh..." The punk exclaimed in surprise, just about to resist, when Ye Chen’s knee came in like a flash of lightning, making the punk feel as if his internal organs had been turned upside down.

Bluh...

He immediately spewed out stomach acid. Ye Chen gave him a hard push, and the punk collapsed onto the ground, curling up and convulsing, calling out in pain, while vomiting almost everything from last night’s meal.

"Are you guys... still sure you want to do this?" Ye Chen smirked.

"Damn it, brothers, one person is no match for him, but our group can drown him!" Little Huang Mao gritted his teeth and directed everyone to charge. Spurred by Little Huang Mao’s instigation, they rushed forward, not realizing that Huang Mao slightly retreated, moving from the front line to the back, leaving others to charge headfirst into the fray.

"Charge!" The group surged forward.

Ye Chen leaped into the air, his legs like a pair of fatal scissors, relentlessly cutting down the opposition’s attacks. Within less than a minute, all the attackers were down, leaving only the yellow-haired kid who stayed at the back. Ye Chen smirked, saying, "Weren’t you leading the charge? Why are you at the back now?"

"Damn it, you tricked us!" The fallen boys realized what had happened and cursed loudly.

"Damn it, kid, don’t try to sow discord between us. I stayed back to face you one-on-one!" Little Huang Mao pulled out a 90cm long machete. The blade was sharp, but unfortunately, it wasn’t properly sharpened.

"Fine, bring it on then!" Ye Chen laughed coldly, standing still, puffing smoke while holding a cigarette.

"Shit, go to hell!" Little Huang Mao charged at Ye Chen with the machete. Ye Chen stood still, not moving. Little Huang Mao felt gleeful inside, thinking this guy was cocky — overconfidence can be a fatal flaw. What if accidentally this knife cuts his head off? Little Huang Mao was even contemplating how to clean things up, but just as the machete seemed to be closing in on Ye Chen, Ye Chen suddenly extended his two fingers, catching the machete.

This move utterly shocked everyone.

Everyone thought this swing would chop off Ye Chen’s head, their hearts racing, but unexpectedly, Ye Chen caught the blade with two fingers. Everyone was in disbelief. Was this guy the legendary master?

"Who... who the hell are you?!" Little Huang Mao asked nervously.

"It doesn’t matter who I am; the important thing is to stay out of my business!" Ye Chen smiled coldly.

"Hmph, kid, stop pretending. In Jianghuai City, there’s no one we can’t track down!" Little Huang Mao was just a small leader within the Sixteen Gangs Alliance. Graduating from a third-rate school, he coincidentally joined the expanding Sixteen Gangs Alliance and, with his athletic background, easily became a leader.

Regarding the history of the Sixteen Gangs Alliance, he really didn’t know much. He knew about the Heavenly Reversal Gang and Mad Dragon Gang, as well as Ye Chen’s reputation. Unfortunately, Ye Chen was a figure like a dragon, elusive, and the average person really didn’t know what Ye Chen looked like. But almost everyone in Jianghuai City was familiar with Ye Chen’s name.

However, even if Ye Chen revealed his identity, these guys probably wouldn’t believe it because too many people had impersonated Ye Chen in Jianghuai City; if not a hundred, then at least fifty. So, these punks didn’t see Ye Chen as Ye Chen, just a guy with some fighting skills.

"Hmph, if you don’t speak up, I’ll blow the whistle and call for backup!" Little Huang Mao was furious that such a person existed in Jianghuai City, and sooner or later, he’d become the Sixteen Gangs Alliance’s rival. Instead of letting him grow, better to expose this guy entirely.

"Alright, let’s see how many you’ll call!" Ye Chen sat down beside him, as Fatty Liu hurried over to Huang Mao, whispering, "Brother, how about giving me some face, huh? Today’s barbecue is on me!"

Pah!

Little Huang Mao raised his hand and slapped Fatty Liu, which made stars dance in Liu’s eyes. Huang Mao shouted angrily, "How dare you call yourself brother to me? You’re courting death? Just this barbecue and you think you can buy us off? Let me tell you, even if you gave me your barbecue stall, today this guy is done for!"

Fatty Liu clutched his cheek, looking helplessly at Ye Chen, hurriedly stepping over, saying, "Ye Chen, this is as much as I can help you. You handle the rest yourself!"

In fact, Fatty Liu was just trying to curry favor with Ye Chen; he knew Ye Chen’s identity and background. With Ye Chen’s strength, he could easily call in troops from Jianghuai City, there was no way he’d be intimidated by these punks. Ye Chen chuckled softly, "Don’t worry about it, just take care of yourself."

Soon, Little Huang Mao actually called in backup, a truck charged in loaded with over a hundred men. Nowadays, in Jianghuai City, they don’t use vans for transport, opting for trucks instead. Trucks are so imposing, mighty indeed.

The arrival of the truck immediately cleared out the barbecue stall, leaving no customer within a ten-meter radius. Fatty Liu didn’t care much about the money, as long as Ye Chen was safe. Liu Panzi urged the schoolgirls to hurry back to school, fearing any injuries during the fight would lead to trouble. If the school used it as an excuse to create issues, his reputation would be ruined.

From the truck, over a hundred men poured out, marching towards Little Huang Mao, laughing and joking. More people meant more fun, more excitement. Some people gathered, discussing the skills of today’s female technicians at Bath City.

"Liu, it’s this kid!" Little Huang Mao immediately pointed out.