CHAPTER 303: CHAPTER 301: A SHOT PRESSED AGAINST HIS FOREHEAD, DIDN’T BLOW HIM UP!?

Zhao Ritian’s words made Ye Huan squint slightly, while a cold sneer flashed in his heart.

Sell to Africa?

It seems Zhao Ritian’s smuggling involves more than just goods or other items.

There must be people too!

"I’m asking you, do you think you’re suitable for mining in Africa? Hmm?" Zhao Ritian spoke again, repeatedly pressing and releasing the trigger slightly, the threat obvious, looking very arrogant.

Ye Huan didn’t respond immediately, his expression indifferent, he grabbed a couple of peanuts.

After swallowing, he sneered out loud, "Sell me to Africa? Zhao Ritian, aren’t you afraid of dying for saying that?"

"..."

Zhao Ritian was silent for a while, then chuckled disdainfully, pressing the gun harder against Ye Huan’s forehead.

He exhaled a thick puff of smoke and mocked, "Kid, colluding with Bai Youling to deceive me is one crime, and daring to threaten me is another. With both crimes, do you want to eat two bullets, or go mining in Africa?"

"Hey, Ritian, don’t be hasty!"

Bai Tianming said seriously, holding the gun in Zhao Ritian’s hand, slowly moving the barrel away from Ye Huan’s forehead.

Zhao Ritian raised an eyebrow, somewhat dissatisfied.

Bai Tianming quickly took out a bank card, placed it in Zhao Ritian’s pocket, causing the dissatisfaction on Zhao Ritian’s face to vanish completely.

"Ye Huan, I know you’re capable."

"But what good is it? Alone, can you handle my brothers’ over twenty guns? Going against them, going against me, there’s only one way for you - death."

"How about this."

Bai Tianming tapped the table twice, generously saying, "Let’s discuss something. As long as you withdraw the criminal charges against my two sons, I will not only forgive you for pretending to be the heir of the Bai Family with Bai Youling, but also reconcile with you and put all our past conflicts behind, no further recriminations. What do you say?"

"Quickly agree!" Bai Youling, who was pretending to be dead on the ground, suddenly jumped up, clinging to Ye Huan’s leg excitedly, "Grandpa Ye, hurry up and agree with my uncle, or the consequences will be unimaginable!"

He was extremely excited, thinking he was doomed earlier and now seeing a glimmer of hope!

"Agree? Why should I agree?" Ye Huan asked with a face full of "confusion."

"If you don’t agree, my uncle definitely won’t let us off! Now my uncle is being incredibly merciful by giving us a way out. You better agree quickly!"

"A way out? Why do I need him to give me a way out?"

"Ye Huan, what are you thinking? You’re strong, but can you be strong enough to handle twenty guns? If you want to die, don’t drag me down, quickly agree with my uncle’s demands!" Bai Youling glared angrily, his words full of a commanding tone.

In this situation, he had clearly forgotten the dynamic between him and Ye Huan, forgetting that Ye Huan was his "master."

What Ye Huan said next truly shocked everyone.

"What’s there to be afraid of with just over twenty guns?"

"..."

As soon as Ye Huan finished speaking, the entire place fell silent.

The way everyone looked at him was no different than looking at a fool.

"Is this kid joking? Daring to say there’s nothing to fear from our over twenty guns?"

"I think this kid isn’t mentally stable; otherwise, he wouldn’t say such things!"

"Yeah, this kid might have delusions; it’s truly funny. Does he think he’s Superman or the Soldier King? Over twenty guns, each of us fires one shot, and we could turn him into a beehive!"

A bunch of underlings were talking amongst themselves, clearly considering Ye Huan a fool.

Bai Tianming’s face was filled with extreme mockery, sneering:

"Ye Huan, do you think my brother Ritian’s guns have no bullets, or that he wouldn’t dare to shoot you dead?"

"Let me tell you, on the East Dock, my brother Ritian is a top figure. Killing you and dumping your body in the sea, no one would ever find out!"

Hearing this, Bai Youling trembled and grabbed Ye Huan by the collar, shouting angrily, "Ye Huan, if you want to die, don’t take me with you. Hurry and agree to my uncle’s demands..."

"Slap!"

A crisp slap sound rang out.

Ye Huan slapped Bai Youling, sending him to the ground, seeing stars.

This really scared Bai Tianming, after all, he’d also been slapped into the ICU by Ye Huan before.

"Bang!!!"

Zhao Ritian came to his senses, slamming the table hard while pressing the cold gun barrel back against Ye Huan’s forehead, his face twisted, his voice low to the extreme, "Kid, you dare to act tough in front of me?"

"I really hate being pointed at with a gun, I’ll give you thirty seconds to move it. Otherwise, suffer the consequences." Ye Huan said calmly, putting a toothpick in his mouth without changing his expression.

"Pfft."

Zhao Ritian couldn’t hold back, laughing out loud, then disdainfully commented, "Kid, you’re the most arrogant person I’ve ever seen in my life, no doubt about it. With a gun pointed at you, you’re still so arrogant, are you really not afraid of dying, or just tired of living?"

Ye Huan remained unchanged in expression, "You have twenty seconds left."

Zhao Ritian was completely convinced, extinguishing his cigarette, sneering:

"Kid, I know what you’re thinking."

"You’re just gambling, betting that I wouldn’t dare to shoot, right? Because killing is illegal, right?"

"But let me tell you, on this East Dock, there’s no one I, Zhao Ritian, wouldn’t dare to kill. I could shoot you and dump your body into the sea, who would know? Hmm?"

With that, he pressed the gun barrel even harder.

Hearing this, Bai Tianming and the surrounding underlings burst into laughter.

"This kid’s mouth is really tough."

"Tough mouths, don’t we see them every day? This kid is acting tough now, but wait until a bullet blows his head off, let’s see if he can still be tough!"

"Truly a clown, daring to go against us, daring to go against Boss Zhao. Really not afraid of dying, never heard of Boss Zhao’s reputation!"

Zhao Ritian, as the boss of the East Dock, with over twenty guns under his command, has definitely killed not just a hundred, but dozens for sure!

These dozens of dead all gambled, betting Zhao Ritian wouldn’t dare to shoot!

And the result?

The result was, they were all shot dead, regretfully dumped into the sea, completely disappearing from this world!

"You have ten seconds left."

Ye Huan’s voice was still calm, making Zhao Ritian laugh with anger.

This kid really prefers punishment over a toast, really wouldn’t shed a tear until he sees his coffin!

Even with a gun pointed, he’s this arrogant, that’s really something!

You’re arrogant? You need the capital to be arrogant!

Being this arrogant in front of me? Is my reputation as the top figure on the East Dock for nothing?

Do you really think you’re so badass that you can disregard me!?

The more Zhao Ritian thought about it, the angrier he got, his features twisted up, and his finger on the trigger suddenly exerted force.

Just a hair’s breadth, and the bullet would shoot out from the gun barrel, piercing through Ye Huan’s forehead.

"You have three seconds left."

"Kid, if you want to die, I’ll fulfill your wish!"

As he roared, Zhao Ritian pulled the trigger fiercely.

The bullet left the chamber.

"Bang!"

A gunshot shattered the night sky.

Bai Tianming wanted to stop Zhao Ritian but didn’t have the chance!

If Ye Huan were shot, there’d be no one to withdraw the charges against White Impermanence and Bai Yu, and his two sons would be utterly doomed!

Bai Tianming, furious, grabbed Zhao Ritian by the collar, intending to question him for being so reckless, shooting without asking his opinion.

But before he could ask, his face suddenly brightened.

Ye Huan wasn’t shot dead, so his two precious sons still had hope!

No...

Bai Tianming’s eyes suddenly widened.

What was going on?

The shot aimed at Ye Huan’s forehead didn’t finish him off on the spot!?