Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1109: 1084: Hawke

Shire's rage detonated upon witnessing Ye Chen boldly striking someone directly in his presence.

'Brat, you've got some guts, eh? You better end yourself right now, or you'll die in agony. You might not even get a peaceful death.'

With Ye Chen completely disregarding him, Shire spoke through clenched teeth.

Ye Chen didn't spare Shire a single look.

He had no interest in dealing with such garbage.

Suddenly, the crowd split open.

Several additional individuals arrived in haste.

All eyes turned to the arrivals, faces shifting dramatically.

These were the prominent leaders of Lun City’s underworld scene.

At the forefront strode Fei Le, ruler of the East District.

Trailing him was Thomas, lord of the West District.

Next appeared Angie, chief of the South District.

Last came Mary, head of the North District.

Each one was a infamous heavyweight, merciless in their slaughters, now assembling in one place.

Essentially, Lun City’s top underworld leaders had all convened here.

They were all celebrated names in their world.

The sight of these many bosses assembling filled everyone with terror, bodies quaking.

Fei Le eyed Calis and inquired, 'Mr. Calis, are you okay?'

Calis jabbed a finger at his own face irritably, 'Does it look like I'm okay?'

'Mr. Calis, we didn't safeguard you well enough. Rest assured, I'll provide a proper accounting.'

All these bosses served under Hawke.

News of Calis's associate getting assaulted prompted their immediate rush to the scene.

Fei Le fixed his triangular gaze on Ye Chen, 'Brat, how dare you lay hands on Mr. Calis. You're toast today. Get on your knees and beg Mr. Calis's forgiveness right now!'

'Hmph, you truly don't grasp what's best for you, rampaging on our territory.'

'Ye Chen, I'll soon teach you the pain of craving death but living.'

Ye Chen's face stayed blank amid their haughty taunts.

Tension hung thick in the air.

The atmosphere chilled like frozen ice.

Right then, a massive figure charged in.

His face was frosty cold, axe gripped tightly, aura savage and threatening.

A dozen brawny followers trailed behind him.

These guys radiated a horrifying presence.

Their icy killing vibe sent shivers through the crowd.

This was Meat Grinder Hans, famed for slaughtering hordes with his axe.

Everyone around felt deep unease now.

With all these underworld tycoons present, the terror was overwhelming.

Any ordinary folk would already be groveling on the floor.

Ye Chen's calm stance amid this chaos was truly remarkable.

'Brat, you're doomed. Keep up the tough act.' With Hawke's backup arriving, Calis grinned wickedly.

Ye Chen shot Calis a glance.

Calis appeared immensely pleased with himself right now.

He even imagined Ye Chen on his knees, pleading desperately.

Yet the very next instant.

Ye Chen abruptly lifted his palm.

'Smack!' A sharp slap echoed loudly.

Beneath the crowd's shocked stares, all were left speechless.

Incredibly, Ye Chen slapped Calis once more before this huge audience.

Remember, these underworld bosses had come specifically for Calis!

Calis reeled from the blow.

His cheek was hugely swollen already, and this strike drained the color from faces around.

'Charge, slaughter them all for me. Dismember their corpses!' Calis bellowed.

Now the underworld bosses sprang into action.

Forty or fifty thugs encircled Ye Chen.

Knives and bats in hand, their visages burned with lethal intent.

Every one of these killers had lives on their conscience.

Thus, a savage energy poured from them.

This ferocity made spectators quake uncontrollably.

Truth be told, some bosses shared only a casual tie with Calis.

Yet Hawke's authority forced their attendance.

Hawke's dominance in the underworld was unquestionable.

No matter Ye Chen's fighting prowess, it meant little against such numbers.

Hans glowered at Ye Chen, 'Brat, you filthy Huaxia dog daring to strut in our Hawk Country—today you'll taste true hell.'

In his view, Ye Chen was mere prey awaiting the blade.

Ye Chen surveyed the foes, gaze dripping contempt.

'A pack of worthless scum.'

Ye Chen's remark hushed the entire area.

Has this fellow lost his mind?

Outnumbered like this, instead of pleading, he acts superior.

However, in that instant, Ye Chen vanished from sight, blurring like thunder, reappearing before Hans.

His punch rocketed straight toward Hans's torso.

Hans stared at the approaching fist, eyes shrinking in shock.

His body froze solid.

A horrifying chill emanated from Ye Chen, seizing him.

It felt like tumbling into a frozen hell.

Bang!

Ye Chen's fist slammed into Hans with crushing force.

The dreaded Meat Grinder Hans flew backward from the blow, crashing down hard and still.

A single punch had floored Hans completely.

The onlookers were utterly stunned.

The minions flew into a frenzy, weapons flailing at Ye Chen.

A smirk tugged at Ye Chen's mouth.

'Having fun? Fine, I'll join the play.'

Ye Chen reached out, yanking an iron bar from one assailant.

Then it whirled in his grasp at blinding speed.

In moments, terror and shock filled the thugs' eyes.

Ye Chen's surging murderlust chilled them to the bone.

His bar became a whirlwind of destruction.

Wherever it connected, blood sprayed wildly.

Within seconds, more than ten goons crumpled to the ground.

The wounded writhed, bones snapped and tendons torn.

The remaining attackers regarded Ye Chen in horror.

Suddenly, an icy command cut through.

'Halt, all of you.'

A middle-aged figure strode forward.

This man in his fifties bore a prominent facial scar.

The crowd jolted at his arrival.

It was Lun City’s supreme underworld kingpin, Hawke.

Hawke advanced, spotting the unconscious Hans felled by Ye Chen, and arched a brow.

His eyes locked onto Ye Chen.

'Brat, that's cold-blooded.'

Ye Chen met Hawke's stare without flinching.

Calis hurried to Hawke upon seeing him.

'Big bro, avenge me! See what he's done to me and your men—he's crippled over a dozen.'

Hawke kept his cold focus on Ye Chen. 'Brat, pick your death method.'

'Death method?' Ye Chen arched a brow.

Gazing steadily at Hawke, he replied evenly, 'Want me dead? Sorry, you're not up to it.'

Ye Chen's retort left everyone slack-jawed; his audacity was insane.

Hawke nodded slightly. 'Brat, your guts impress me. But does fighting well make you untouchable here?'

Thereupon, Hawke drew a pistol, leveling it at Ye Chen.

In Hawk Country, firearms weren't heavily restricted.

His guards swiftly unholstered theirs too.

More than a dozen muzzles trained ominously on Ye Chen.