CHAPTER 304: CHAPTER 302 SOLDIER KING NOVELS WOULDN’T DARE WRITE LIKE THIS!

"Time’s up!"

Ye Huan spat out these three words with an unchanged expression, his gaze suddenly turning cold.

His expression was unchanged, yet it left everyone dumbfounded!

The reason was...

Between his index and middle fingers was a handgun bullet still emitting white smoke!

Looking at the bullet in Ye Huan’s hand, Zhao Ritian felt a chill rush from his feet to his Celestial Spirit, shivering all over!

Bai Tianming wasn’t much better off, he retreated continuously in fear, even after bumping into the container wall, he still wanted to retreat, looking at Ye Huan as if he’d seen a ghost!

Their faces turned pale with fright!

Oh my god!!!

Is this even human?

Having a gun pressed to your forehead, and you manage to intercept the bullet barehanded? Are you Superman!?

"Draw your guns, execute this kid for me!" Zhao Ritian turned to his underlings, yelling out this command with almost all his strength.

The next second...

"Bang."

A muffled sound.

Ye Huan swung a punch, breaking all of Zhao Ritian’s ribs.

"Bang!!!"

After Zhao Ritian’s body was sent flying, it created a huge dent on the steel-made container surface, then "thud" as he fell to the ground, lying there, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, spraying the scene.

The twenty or so thugs outside the container, who were originally shocked by Ye Huan’s close-range bullet interception, snapped back to reality at this thunderous sound.

Then, they trembled all over, scared by Ye Huan’s immense strength.

Oh my god, one punch sends a person flying, denting the container surface, is this even human?

They didn’t dare hesitate, drawing pistols from their waists!

These people were evidently prepared, as the pistols were all equipped with silencers.

In this way, even if twenty-three shots rang out simultaneously, it wouldn’t make too much noise.

The barrels were pointed directly ahead, not just at Ye Huan, but also Bai Youling.

With twenty-three barrels aimed at him, Bai Youling’s vision went black, his crotch suddenly wet, he was scared out of his wits.

He looked at Ye Huan with eyes full of hatred.

It’s all this kid’s fault.

If it weren’t for him, how could I be implicated and killed?

Sure, you can intercept bullets at close range.

Now what, with twenty-three guns pointed at you!

What can you do!

"Kid, you brought this on yourself, don’t blame us old guys!"

A furious roar.

"Click."

The triggers of the twenty-three thugs were pulled simultaneously!

At this moment, Ye Huan, moving at a speed only a blur to the naked eye, bent down to pick up the peanuts that had fallen to the ground due to the table’s breakage.

Then, he flung them out fiercely.

No more, no less.

Twenty-three peanuts, flung out together!

Simultaneously.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh..."

The sound of twenty-three silencer-muffled gunshots rang out...

But the bullets hadn’t fully left the barrel yet!

The twenty-three thugs holding pistols suddenly widened their eyes!

The reason was...

The peanuts had clogged their gun barrels!

"Boom!!!"

Twenty-three loud explosions sounded.

All twenty-three pistols exploded!

The explosion left these thugs disfigured!

Pistol fragments either pierced into their beer bellies, or into their foreheads, or into their eyes!

They looked extremely hideous!

From start to finish.

Only three seconds!

Within three seconds, the twenty-three thugs of Zhao Ritian, who had absolute numerical and firepower superiority, not only failed to turn Ye Huan into a sieve, into a hornet’s nest as everyone imagined.

Instead, they themselves were completely wiped out!

All fell to the ground, covered in blood, their fate uncertain.

Blood flowed like a river.

"..."

Silence.

Silence.

Absolute silence!

Bai Tianming, like Zhao Ritian, had pale yellow, unpleasant liquid flowing down their pant legs, pissing themselves on the spot.

Zhao Ritian even stopped wailing in extreme pain, eyes wide, filled with shock and fear as he watched this scene.

What the hell is going on?

What is this situation?

Over twenty guns, and not a single one injured this kid?

The twenty-three peanuts he casually tossed all... all jammed the barrels of these twenty-three guns? Made all the guns backfire!?

Even soldier king novels wouldn’t dare to write something like this!

He... he really isn’t afraid of these over twenty guns!

He... he really has the guts to be so arrogant!

He... he truly fears nothing, even though he’s facing the top dog of the east pier!

A mere clown? This is a true master!

Never heard of the name of the boss from the east pier before?

With such strong power, his reputation must be greater, it’s truly ourselves who’ve never heard of him!

Is this a joke? A man so badass that he can make over twenty guns backfire with a mere toss, could he possibly fear a small fry like me?

Zhao Ritian looked at Ye Huan approaching him slowly, his eyes could not help but show a deep, immense fear.

While trembling with fear, he kneels to the ground without hesitation, clasping his hands together, crying out, "Grandpa Ye, I... I didn’t mean to offend you..."

"Slap!"

Ye Huan delivered a slap, causing Zhao Ritian’s face to swell up, knocking him to the ground once again.

Afterwards, he picked up the BKT-47 pistol that belonged to Zhao Ritian from the ground.

This pistol is the only one at the scene that remains completely intact.

"Grandpa Ye, you... please, let me explain..." Zhao Ritian held back his cries, urgently kneeling up.

Just as he was getting ready to continue speaking, the cold, dark barrel of a gun was pointed at his forehead, sending a chill up from the soles of his feet to his head, spreading throughout his body.

Ye Huan smacked his lips twice and sighed, "I told you, I hate having guns pointed at me, why won’t you listen? Hm?"

"I... I realize my mistake, I deserve to die, it’s my fault for being blind, I beg for your forgiveness... beg for your forgiveness, Grandpa Ye!" Zhao Ritian’s face was full of remorse, his cries in agony sounded like he’d lost his parents.

Ye Huan "feigned surprise" and said, "Now you’re begging for forgiveness? Weren’t you just now so arrogant when you said you’d shoot me? Plus, when you said you’d sell me to Africa, I asked if you’re afraid of death, didn’t you say you weren’t?"

"I... I wasn’t, it was just a joke... a joke, I’m scared of death, scared to death!" Zhao Ritian cried anxiously, afraid Ye Huan would pull the trigger.

"A joke? So when you said you’d sell me to Africa, that was a joke too?" Ye Huan asked seriously.

"Yes, yes, a joke, just a joke!" Zhao Ritian’s throat bobbed uneasily, continuing to cry, "I really was... just joking with you, you and Mr. Bai came to talk cooperation, how could I possibly harm a... a partner? Grandpa Ye, wouldn’t you agree?"

Seeing the gun barrel move away from his forehead, Zhao Ritian was first relieved, but then his body trembled even more!

"Bang!"

The gunshot echoed once again in the silent night sky.

Bai Tianming, thinking he was clever, sneaked to the door of the container, ready to run, fell into a pool of blood, crying out in pain.

He wasn’t dead.

Ye Huan shot his thigh, crippling his ability to move.

Bai Youling, witnessing this, suppressed the shock in his heart.

With gritted teeth, he suddenly got up, pressing down on Bai Tianming, angrily scolding, "Grandpa Ye didn’t let you go, and you dare try to run away secretly, you’ve got some nerve!"

As Bai Youling cursed, he grabbed Bai Tianming by the collar and dragged him back into the container.

Dragging him to a spot not far behind Ye Huan, Bai Youling awkwardly smiled at Ye Huan.

Seeing Ye Huan’s disdainful look, he only felt awkward for a moment before quickly standing upright, as if he were a henchman beside Ye Huan.

As for the hatred in his eyes, it was completely gone!

He truly understood one thing.

Which is: Not only does Ye Huan have an impressive background, but his own power is even more impressive!

Distant water can’t quench nearby fire? What a joke!

Grandpa Ye doesn’t need anyone to save him, he’s formidable on his own!

Formidable enough to take down those twenty-three guns in an instant!

Being shot? Surviving bullets with bare flesh?

What a joke, bullets can’t even touch him!

The bullet Zhao Ritian fired against his forehead, he intercepted it barehanded at point-blank range!

With such power that even soldier king novels dare not write about, who can execute him? Who has the power to execute him!?

Kicked in the head by a donkey? No, it was my own blindness, unable to see Grandpa Ye’s ridiculously awesome power!

Implicated because of it? No way, following him is absolutely the smartest choice!

Following Grandpa Ye, leaping to a dragon’s status in this lifetime is no problem!

Bai Youling’s face showed excitement, looking at Ye Huan with eyes full of complete respect for the "master."

"Phew——"

Blowing away the white smoke lingering at the gun’s muzzle, Ye Huan pointed the barrel back at Zhao Ritian’s trembling forehead.

With a playful expression, Ye Huan asked, "You just said you wanted to talk cooperation with me, right?"

"Yes, yes, talk cooperation... talk cooperation, Grandpa Ye, we can discuss everything calmly... calmly!"

"Then tell me, what business are you in?"

Ye Huan’s question made Zhao Ritian’s eyes dart around wildly, unable to spit out a single word.

He remained silent.

Ye Huan instructed Bai Youling to have Bai Tianming and Zhao Ritian, like dead dogs, sit back-to-back on the ground.

Then, he handed paper and pen to each of them,

"I ask, you answer on the paper."

"If you answer off-topic, or if your answers differ from each other, it means one of you is lying, and you’ll bear the consequences yourselves."

"As for what the consequences would be... just like you said before, it’s very convenient here, shooting you and sinking your bodies into the sea, nobody would see it, wouldn’t you say so?"

Ye Huan waved the glistening cold pistol in his hand, a playful smirk appearing at the corners of his mouth.

That smile, in Bai Tianming’s and Zhao Ritian’s eyes, was...

The devil’s smile!

Making them, feel cold all over!