Chapter 45 Guessing Game

Yang Chen chuckled, unable to contain his laughter.

Just yesterday, someone had pointed a gun at him, and now someone else was aiming a gun at him again. In this country of strict firearms control, there seemed to be more guns visible than when he was abroad.

"Manager Guo, don't you know this is the kind of gun Sam Americans use for hunting? Why point it at me? I'm neither a deer nor a black bear," Yang Chen quipped.

Guo Ziheng thought Yang Chen was intimidated and sneered, "In my eyes, you're just a rabbit waiting to be slaughtered. Do you really think that at a distance of four or five meters, I can't hit you with a sniper rifle?"

Yang Chen smirked and took a step forward without hesitation. "Guess?"

"Don't move! If you take another step, I'll shoot!" Cold sweat dripped down Guo Ziheng's cheeks as he roared loudly.

Yang Chen paid no heed and continued to stride forward.

"I'm standing right here. The gun is in your hand, the bullets are in the gun, and you're directly in front of me. What to do, how to act, it's all up to you," Yang Chen casually flicked the cigarette butt to the ground, stomped it out, and continued to advance.

Each step he took sent a tremor through the hearts of everyone present, like thunderbolts striking at their cores. With each stride Yang Chen made, it felt as if a drumbeat resounded in their chests.

Not a pin dropped, the air seemed sucked dry in this brief moment, leaving only the slow and steady rhythm of Yang Chen's footsteps echoing through the entire office lobby.

Only a distance of four or five meters, merely six or seven steps, yet everyone's hearts were in their throats, frozen in place. Even the two men, easily knocked down by Yang Chen and now writhing in pain on the floor, held their breath, fixated on the scene unfolding before them.

With just a light pull of his finger, Guo Ziheng could send a bullet tearing through the flesh and blood before him!

Yang Chen's expression remained placid, as if walking over to shake someone's hand, indifferent, as if the moment of life and death didn't exist at all!

All of this lasted for just over three seconds. When Yang Chen stood in front of Guo Ziheng, the latter was already pale, drenched in cold sweat, his eyes vacant.

"There are two kinds of people in this world who are the most terrifying. The first are madmen, and the second are those who are not afraid of death. The reason madmen are terrifying is because they might not fear death. I don't even fear death. Do you think a gun is still useful against me?" Yang Chen chuckled lightly, effortlessly snatching the revolver from Guo Ziheng's hand, who had forgotten to resist.

"Snap!"

With a casual twist of his hands, the metallic revolver snapped like a reed!

This sight, this sound, seemed to jolt everyone back to reality, sending shivers down their spines!

This... this wasn't something from a Hollywood movie, was it?! Is this guy... superhuman?! He snapped a rifle!

Tossing aside the broken revolver, Yang Chen clapped his hands, his smile ambiguous. "Mr. Guo, can you go get the checkbook now?"

Guo Ziheng felt like he had come back from the dead, trembling all over as he looked at the young man smiling at him, seeming like a monster. Since he entered the underworld, he had seen ruthless people, but he had never seen anyone so fearless. What was even more terrifying was that the young man's eyes seemed to tell him, even if he fired, he would still be powerless against him!

How could it be possible? Could there really be someone in this world who isn't afraid of bullets?

"Money is negotiable, life is not," Guo Ziheng threatened fiercely, determined to maintain his last shred of dignity as a gang leader.

"Tsk tsk," Yang Chen shook his head regretfully. "Why don't you come to your senses? If you really could beat me, you would have fired just now. The fact that you didn't dare to shoot means you still fear life and death. You can't beat me. Don't make me do something I haven't done in a long time."

"I admit you're better at fighting than me, and you're brave, but I won't give you any money!" Guo Ziheng slammed the table fiercely, his face twisted in a ferocious snarl.

"Then don't blame me. I've become much milder in temperament already," Yang Chen said with a sinister yet slightly excited smile. He swiftly turned his body, moving behind Guo Ziheng. At the same time, with a sudden burst of force, he grabbed Guo Ziheng's arms at the joints so quickly that Guo Ziheng couldn't react, and then kicked him at the knee joint. Guo Ziheng stumbled and fell to the ground!

"Crack!"

The sound of bones intertwining, Guo Ziheng screamed in pain as his two arms were dislocated from the shoulders!

Yang Chen's foot pressed down on Guo Ziheng's shin, preventing him from standing up. Guo Ziheng could only writhe at the waist, but every time he moved, Yang Chen pressed down harder with his foot, making Guo Ziheng dare not move at all in the end!

"What... what have you done to my arms!" Guo Ziheng gritted his teeth in pain, glaring at Yang Chen with bloodshot eyes.

"Nothing much, just dislocated your arm joints starting from your shoulders," Yang Chen replied casually.

"You... you think I'll give you money and surrender just like this? Impossible!"

Guo Ziheng shouted loudly, while the other henchmen were trembling with fear, not daring to move forward after seeing their boss beaten and kneeling on the ground.

They were here to survive, not to die.

Yang Chen waved his finger, "You're wrong. This is just the beginning. How could I only do one thing for you?"

As he spoke, Yang Chen grabbed Guo Ziheng's arm joints again.

"Crack, crack!"

"Ah!" Guo Ziheng screamed again. "What have you done now?!"

"Crack, crack!"

Followed by the sound of bones dislocating again.

Yang Chen grinned with satisfaction. "It's nothing, I just dislocated your arms, then put them back, took them off again, did it a few times back and forth to practice my skills. I feel like I've slowed down a bit compared to before. You must be in quite some pain, but don't worry, after I practice a few more times, you won't feel as much pain..."

Demon! He's a demon!

Guo Ziheng completely collapsed. He knew that if this continued, he wouldn't die, but it might be even more unbearable than death. Living would be worse than dying, that's what it meant!

The pain in his arms and legs felt like needles piercing his heart. His brain almost went into shock several times, but the unbearable pain brought him back to consciousness!

"I... I'll give you the money..."

After Yang Chen once again realigned his arm joints, Guo Ziheng couldn't bear it any longer.

Guo Ziheng's lips had turned purple, his voice tinged with a hint of crying. Yes, he cried, he shed tears. There was humiliation, there was reluctance, but more than anything, there was the pain!

"That's more like it," Yang Chen released Guo Ziheng's arms satisfactorily, chuckling innocently. "But Mr. Guo, considering the series of harm your company has caused me, I think in addition to the final payment of four hundred thousand, you should also compensate me for mental damages. Oh, and since you've owed me money for so long, some interest would be appropriate, and while we're at it, you might as well reimburse the medical expenses for those people you've injured before, don't you think?"

"You..."

"What about me? You won't give it? Fine! Then let's continue..."

"No no no! I'll give it! I'll give it! I'll give you everything!" Guo Ziheng wailed, snot and tears streaming down his face.

Finally, Yang Chen flashed a toothy smile, pulled up a chair, and sat down, looking at Guo Ziheng who was crying on the ground. "Since you're giving it all, hurry up and write the check, so I can wrap things up. Oh, and arrange for a car to take me back to Yulei International. I didn't bring any cab fare."