Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1105 1080: Subduing the Assassin
Previously on Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group...
Right now, inside the CRV vehicle.
A bald-headed thug wore a savage expression filled with insanity.
"I didn't expect this target to be so intriguing."
The bald man's eyes remained locked firmly on Ye Chen's vehicle.
Even as the gap narrowed, no fear showed in the bald man's gaze.
Rather than easing off, he floored the accelerator relentlessly.
Blasting from the car's speakers, the music fueled the bald man's adrenaline, driving him to wild excitement.
The space between the vehicles shrank rapidly.
"Four hundred meters!"
"Three hundred meters!"
...
One hundred meters!
By then, the autopilot system blared its DiDi warning beeps.
The bald man kept expecting Ye Chen to brake or swerve.
Yet Ye Chen's car barreled forward without hesitation, finally unnerving him.
Just as collision loomed, the bald man chickened out.
He yanked the wheel sharply.
The cars nearly brushed past one another.
A harsh scraping sound echoed from their sides.
Because of the sudden turn, the bald man's vehicle veered toward the barrier.
His face twisted in panic, and he slammed the brakes.
Tires screamed against the pavement.
Bam!
The bald man's car slammed into the guardrail, sparks erupting as the front end lifted.
Ye Chen pulled over to the shoulder and told Lin Wanrou, "Stay inside the car, don't come out."
He released his seatbelt and approached the bald man.
Ye Chen strode steadily toward the bald man, halting a meter away.
Their eyes met in a tense stare.
"Brat, you got a death wish?" the bald man bellowed furiously.
He'd never encountered anyone this unhinged.
Without his dodge, both cars would've wrecked.
At best crippled, at worst dead.
Ye Chen gave a light smile, "I fear death a lot, who called me reckless? I just knew you'd swerve, that's it."
They'd just tested each other's nerve.
Whoever blinked first and veered lost.
Obviously, the bald man had folded to Ye Chen.
For years in the underworld, the bald man's bravery had always prevailed.
Today, though, Ye Chen bested him.
Despite being a killer with countless victims, the bald man dreaded death more than most.
"What if I hadn't swerved?" the bald man asked with venomous eyes.
Ye Chen smiled faintly, "No chance, since everyone fears dying deep down."
His bet stemmed from rock-solid certainty.
The bald man's stare bored into Ye Chen, "I clearly misjudged you."
Ye Chen scoffed coldly, "Drop the act. If you value your life, spill who hired you, then scram."
The bald man sneered back, "Whoever wants you gone holds a grudge. You pissed off the wrong folks, so you die today. That woman in your car dies too."
His tone brimmed with bravado, but fear flickered in his eyes toward Ye Chen.
He sensed this youth was no ordinary guy—a true expert.
Else, he wouldn't have stayed so composed facing doom moments ago.
That poise wasn't for average joes.
Ye Chen nodded, "So you came for my head?"
The bald man snorted coldly, "Sorry, business is business."
"Really? Let's see if you've got the chops to claim it."
With those words, Ye Chen launched forward like a projectile, straight at the bald man.
Ye Chen burned with rage.
Fine going after him, but dragging Wanrou into it? Unforgivable.
Lin Wanrou was Ye Chen's untouchable line—harming his woman meant courting death.
As Ye Chen charged, the bald man's eyes narrowed.
He didn't back away but met the assault head-on.
Facing the oncoming bald man, a savage spark lit Ye Chen's eyes.
Boom boom!
Their fists flew almost together.
Bam!
Fists met, and the bald man's face drained of color.
A rush of inner force surged through his palm.
His whole arm went numb.
Stomp stomp stomp!
He staggered back seven or eight steps to steady himself.
Clutching his damaged arm, he gaped at Ye Chen in disbelief.
How could this punk's punch pack such power? Was he even mortal?
Inwardly, the bald man damned Rock's lineage eight generations deep.
Rock swore Ye Chen was just some nobody.
This so-called nobody?
Obviously a martial arts powerhouse.
Had he known Ye Chen was this freakish, he'd have passed on the gig.
The bald man realized he'd hit a formidable foe.
Ye Chen's strike had repelled him without pause.
He followed up with another fist toward the bald man's chest.
The incoming blow made the bald man's face contort wildly.
Burned once, he refused a direct hit this time.
He backpedaled frantically, twisting to evade.
But Ye Chen predicted it, redirecting the punch to slam the bald man's chest sideways.
His face twisted in horror—no escape now—so he flung his good right hand at Ye Chen.
Bam!
Fists clashed once more.
Crack!
Ye Chen's blow overflowed with might, while the bald man desperately countered with his weak left. The outcome was inevitable.
Both arms shattered from Ye Chen's strike.
Pfff!
Far worse than before.
Like a ragdoll, the bald man soared backward and smashed into the ground.
He struggled to rise.
Wow!
Blood gushed out.
His face ashen, he hadn't imagined Ye Chen's ferocity—two hits and he's hacking blood.
Pale-faced, he glared at Ye Chen.
"You've trained Inner Strength?"
Ye Chen grinned and nodded, "Correct. Now you're beaten—ready to cough up who sent you?"
The bald man spat bitterly, "Sorry, our code forbids naming clients."
Ye Chen sneered upon hearing it, "Rules are human-made. What I demand, you'll reveal whether you like it or not."
Stubborn fire flashed across the bald man's face.
"Hmph, kill me, I won't talk."
Ye Chen's patience snapped, "Last chance—spill or not?"
The bald man clenched his jaw, staying mute.
Ye Chen's gaze iced over; he hauled the bald man up from the dirt.
Instantly, he shoved him outward.
Half the bald man's body dangled over the overpass edge.
One slip of Ye Chen's hold, and he'd plummet.
Terror whitened the bald man's face.
This kid was brutally merciless.
From such heights, cars whizzed below.
Falling meant smashed to bits at worst, crippled at best.
For all his toughness, staring down true death terrified him!