The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO

Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Silver Bay, Boss Ye!

As soon as the curse ended, the entire venue fell silent.

The gangsters’ eyes gleamed with menace as they turned to stare fixedly at the onlookers.

After a moment of silence, the pedestrians snapped out of it, instantly showing fear on their faces, screaming and scattering in all directions.

In less than a minute, only Ye Huan was left on the spot; everyone else had fled far away.

"Xiao... Xiao Ye!?" Zhang Huimin exclaimed, clapping a hand over her mouth. She hadn’t expected Ye Huan to appear, much less expected him to insult Wang Biao.

Wang Biao turned his head, speaking flatly: "Kid, could you repeat what you just said?"

Ye Huan raised an eyebrow: "Are you deaf? Can’t hear clearly?"

"Haha, you’re really something!" Wang Biao laughed heartily, clapping his hands twice.

The pedestrians shivered; they all lived in this area and knew that Wang Biao seemed genuinely angry.

"What’s with that young guy, daring to insult Wang Biao?"

"He must have a problem with his intelligence; otherwise, how could he do such a thing? He’ll definitely get beaten to death if he provokes Wang Biao."

"I seriously suspect this young guy is trying to play the hero to save the beauty, but he really doesn’t know how to pick his battles. Can he really afford to provoke Wang Biao?"

The old man who had been talking to Ye Huan earlier was full of regret, his lips trembling: "It’s over. If Wang Biao finds out I’ve spoken with him, I’m done for!"

In an instant, the pedestrians avoided him like the plague, quickly stepping away from the old man.

"Kid, do you know who I am?" Wang Biao lit another cigarette, his eyes cold. "In this area, you’re the first one who dared talk to me like that."

"That just shows how badass I am." Ye Huan responded with a grin.

"Badass now, huh? Let’s see if you’ll still be this badass in a minute." Wang Biao’s face darkened as he waved his large hand.

The thugs’ eyes were fierce, all clenching fists, producing a bone-cracking sound that struck fear directly into the heart.

"Xiao Ye, run now, don’t worry about me!" Zhang Huimin shouted anxiously, face full of urgency.

She clearly understood Wang Biao’s ruthless nature; Ye Huan falling into his hands would at least lose a layer of skin if not his life!

"Sister Zhang, what are you saying? Isn’t it right to help when seeing injustice? Besides, they’ve taken over where I sleep. It’s really annoying." Ye Huan looked displeased. "If they kneel to apologize now, I might just spare them once."

The gangsters were all stunned.

Wang Biao was also stunned.

onlookers were even more flabbergasted, mouths agape larger

Wang Biao and his men,

definitely has a problem with his

the gangsters

please... please let him go. I’ll

"Let him go?"

Biao had run amok without constraint. Anyone who saw him would respectfully address him

displeased, his anger rising, and

"Pa!"

rang out, and Zhang

sending you to today is Zhao Yongle’s villa. He gave me 200,000. So much money—can you say you won’t go and just

you..." Zhang Huimin

wedding night, leaving you to live as a widow

so attractive. If I weren’t afraid of being cursed, I’d have had you myself long ago; who would wait for Zhao

give you five minutes," Ye Huan said coldly from the side: "Kneel down and apologize to Zhang Huimin for

"You’re asking for death!"

were indignant and lifted their fists, but

wait just five more minutes to see what you can

Biao’s gaze was icy,

maintained a calm expression, took out his phone, and dialed a

this, Wang

all; did

second, Wang Biao’s face changed

to investigating a gangster called Wang Biao to see what he is, daring to mess with Ye Huan from Silver Bay." Ye Huan chuckled coldly as

what street are you from..." Wang Biao’s face changed slightly, his hand

leader, he naturally understood what two hundred brothers implied;

when I said

I’ve only ever heard of

you even in the game? Do you think you deserve

a sense of

heard of any Silver Bay, let

down that the two hundred men were already on

men—just one mouthful of spit each could drown his gangsters; how could

took a deep breath and cautiously asked: "Ye... Ye Huan, may I ask... is there any matter

mean I, Ye Huan,

toward

"Pa!!"

yet he could only bow and endure it, not

furious, cursing and raising

"Stop!"