My Celestial Ascension Chapter 1054: The Boss Have Arrived

BRRRIING! BRRRIING!

A sudden ringing shattered the silence, drawing Yuan and Patricia’s attention toward the dead gang member lying on the floor.

"A phone?" Patricia muttered in surprise, glancing at the corpse.

"It must be one of their gang members calling," Yuan said as he walked toward the body.

He searched the dead man’s pockets and retrieved the ringing phone. When he glanced at the screen, he found the word Boss displayed prominently as the caller ID.

Seeing this, a smile crept across his face. He answered the call and put it on speaker.

[Hey, Tim! What took you so long to answer my call?!]

An angry voice boomed through the speaker the moment the call connected.

[Why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t you have a mouth?! Answer me!!]

"...Tim is lying flat on the floor... dead," Yuan replied in a cold, provocative tone.

[...]

The other end of the line fell silent. However, the caller didn’t hang up.

[Who. The. Hell. Are. You? And what have you done to Tim?]

The boss of the Red Wolf Gang spoke in a rough voice, his shock quickly giving way to fury.

’Got you...’

Yuan grinned. This was exactly what he had wanted.

"Didn’t I just tell you? He’s dead... along with everyone else in this building. I killed every last one of them," Yuan replied with a smirk.

[Don’t fucking joke with me, you little punk! Do you think I’ll believe that? A little punk like you doesn’t have what it takes to mess with my people!]

"Oh, really? Then why don’t I send you a few pictures of what I did to your men? That should clear up the misunderstanding, don’t you think?"

[Damn—]

Before the boss could finish speaking, Yuan ended the call.

He then used the same phone to take a few pictures of the dead gang members and sent them directly to the boss.

BRRRIING! BRRRIING!!

The phone began ringing again almost immediately.

Yuan glanced at the screen, a satisfied grin spreading across his face, before answering the call.

[DAMN YOU!! YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!! I’LL BURY YOU TEN FEET UNDER ALIVE!!]

The boss’s furious roar exploded through the speaker, forcing Yuan to pull the phone away from his ear.

"I’ll be waiting for you. You’d better hurry... I don’t have the luxury of wasting my time on a lowlife like you," Yuan replied calmly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

[Wait for me there! I’ll be there soon, and I’ll make you pay for messing with my gang!]

Tut! Tut! Tut!

The call ended abruptly, and Yuan let out a quiet chuckle.

"Why are you laughing? They’re coming! We need to get out of here, quickly!" Patricia exclaimed, grabbing Yuan’s hand and trying to pull him toward the exit.

However, Yuan didn’t move an inch, no matter how hard she tugged.

’Just how strong is he? I can’t even pull him!’

Patricia stared at him in disbelief.

"There’s no need to leave. Once that bastard gets here, he’ll suffer the same fate as the rest of them," Yuan said with a smile, glancing at the corpses scattered across the floor.

"I’ve dealt with powerful monsters capable of flattening this entire city in a matter of moments. These guys are just ordinary humans. You have absolutely nothing to fear from them."

Despite his reassuring words, Patricia couldn’t shake off her uneasiness. With every passing moment, her heartbeat grew faster, and her anxiety continued to build.

A few moments later, the sound of approaching engines caught their attention.

Both of them turned toward the entrance as several vehicles pulled up outside the building. One after another, more than a hundred men stepped out, their imposing presence filling the surrounding area.

They quickly spread out and surrounded the building, sealing off every possible entrance and exit.

Once the perimeter was secured, the door of a Rolls-Royce swung open, and a man wearing a black hat stepped out.

He removed his sunglasses and fixed his gaze on the building. Then, he casually pulled out a cigarette.

Before he could even reach for his lighter, one of his men hurried forward and lit it for him.

The man took a slow drag, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and continued staring at the building with a cold, unreadable expression.

"Surround the building and search every corner! I want that bastard standing in front of me, on his knees!" the boss ordered, taking a deep puff of his cigarette.

"Understood, Boss!"

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Just then, several dead bodies came flying out of the building’s windows and crashed heavily onto the ground in front of the boss.

Every gang member froze in shock, their eyes widening at the horrifying sight. Even their boss was momentarily stunned.

The atmosphere grew heavy as an oppressive silence descended over the entire area. For several seconds, nobody dared to utter a word.

"D-Damn it! That bastard really killed everyone inside the building...!"

"H-He wasn’t joking... He actually killed them all!"

The gang members murmured among themselves, struggling to believe what they were seeing as they stared at the lifeless bodies of their comrades.

The boss dropped his cigarette and crushed it beneath his shoe. His expression darkened as he looked up at the building’s shattered windows, where he finally noticed a figure standing in the opening.

"You finally showed up... I was getting tired of waiting."

Yuan flashed a carefree smile at the crowd below, standing with his arms crossed as though he were simply waiting for some guests to arrive.

"So, you’re the bastard who killed my men..." The boss gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with murderous intent. "Good. Very good. I’ll make sure you suffer a slow and painful death!"

"Oh, so you’re the boss, huh?" Yuan chuckled as he examined the man wearing a black hat and sporting a round belly. "You look more like a clown than a gang boss. No offense, by the way."

The boss’s expression twisted with rage. His face flushed red, and his anger rapidly reached its boiling point. He glared at Yuan, pointing a trembling finger at him.

"SHOOT HIM DOWN!! I WANT HIM DEAD RIGHT NOW!!"

At his command, the gang members immediately drew their guns and aimed at Yuan.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A barrage of gunfire erupted as dozens of bullets tore through the air toward him. The gang members intended to riddle his body with bullets, ensuring he suffered a miserable death.

However, before the bullets could reach their target, Yuan casually summoned his wooden sword out of thin air.

With a few swift movements of his wrist, he deflected the incoming bullets with astonishing ease.

Swi! Swi! Swi!

The bullets ricocheted in different directions, and several struck nearby gang members, leaving them seriously injured.

The gunfire abruptly ceased.

The gang members stared at Yuan with their eyes wide open, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

"W-What the fuck just happened?!"

"H-How the hell did he do that?!"

"C-Can someone explain what that bastard just did?!"

Confusion spread through the crowd as they struggled to make sense of the impossible scene before them. They had fired directly at Yuan, yet not a single bullet had touched him.

Even their boss was left bewildered. He glanced at his injured subordinates, who were groaning in pain on the ground, before turning his attention back to Yuan.

’In a split second, he swung that wooden sword that appeared out of nowhere and deflected every single bullet with incredible precision...’

Despite his fury, the boss forced himself to analyze the situation rationally.

’Could he be a martial artist? No... That’s impossible. Even the most skilled martial artist couldn’t deflect dozens of bullets in less than a second. No ordinary human could accomplish something like that!’

He wanted to believe Yuan was merely an exceptionally skilled fighter, but the evidence before his eyes made that explanation difficult to accept.

There was something strange about Yuan—something the boss couldn’t quite put his finger on.

"DAMN IT! WHAT ARE YOU IDIOTS WAITING FOR?! KEEP SHOOTING! TAKE HIM DOWN!" he roared, his patience finally snapping.

His men hurriedly reloaded their weapons and opened fire once again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Another storm of bullets rushed toward Yuan.

Unfortunately for them, the result remained exactly the same.

Yuan moved his wooden sword with effortless precision, deflecting every incoming bullet before any of them could reach his body.

Not a single shot landed.

The gang members watched in utter disbelief as their weapons proved completely useless against him. No matter how many bullets they fired, they couldn’t even get close to touching him.

Their opponent wasn’t merely dodging their attacks.

He was deflecting bullets with a wooden sword.

"Is that all you can do? How pathetic."

Yuan sneered as he looked at the stunned expressions on everyone’s faces.

"You’re nothing without those toys of yours... and those toys are completely useless against me." His lips curled into a cold smile. "Now, shall we begin the bloodbath?"

The moment those words left his mouth, Yuan’s figure vanished from the window.

A sharp sound tore through the air, followed by a series of agonized screams.

Slash! AAGHHHH!!!

Several men were struck down by the sword aura released from Yuan’s blade. Their bodies collapsed to the ground, twitching momentarily before falling still.

The remaining gang members stared at the scene in horror.

How had Yuan suddenly appeared among them?

Everything had happened so quickly that their minds couldn’t keep up. One moment, he had been standing by the window; the next, he had seemingly materialized right in front of them like a ghost.

"W-What the fuck just happened...?" the boss muttered, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Before he could even begin to comprehend the situation, Yuan had already moved on to his next targets.

In the blink of an eye, every last one of the boss’s men had fallen.

When the gang leader finally snapped out of his daze, he found himself standing in the middle of a sea of corpses.

His men were dead.

Every single one of them.

"W-What... just happened?" he stammered, his face drained of color as he struggled to process the nightmare unfolding around him.

Then, trembling, he turned toward Yuan.

"W-Why are you doing this?! I don’t even know you! What grudge could we possibly have against each other?!"

"Grudge?" Yuan repeated, a devilish smile spreading across his face. "Oh, we have a deep one."

He took a step toward the terrified man.

"Do you remember the orphanage? You’ve been tormenting Sister Mary for years, pressuring her to abandon the place and evacuate all the children."

The moment he heard those words, the man’s eyes widened in disbelief.

’How does this monster know about that? Did that woman send him here to kill me?!’

"D-Did that little bitch send you here to kill me?" he demanded, narrowing his eyes at Yuan despite the fear gripping his heart.

Yuan merely smiled and shook his head.

"You don’t need to know."

His expression turned cold as he raised his wooden sword.

"I’m here to wipe you and your entire gang off the face of this world."

The gang leader’s body trembled uncontrollably as he stared at the weapon in Yuan’s hand.

"Now die... and try to be a better person in your next life."

Those were the last words the gang leader ever heard.

In the next instant, Yuan’s sword flashed.

The man’s head was severed from his body, and his life came to an abrupt end.