Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1139 - 1114: Targeted Again
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The head of the muscular thugs watched Ye Chen dash into the alley's dead end and let out a cold sneer.
No path lay ahead whatsoever—even if wings sprouted on Ye Chen, escaping would prove nearly impossible.
Ye Chen came to a halt, turning to face the pursuing burly men, his face serene like placid water.
"Kid, weren't you sprinting so fast? Why'd you stop running?" The leader panted while he taunted.
Chasing after Ye Chen had drained a ton of their stamina.
The thug pondered silently that they'd beat this brat hard once they nabbed him; his limbs felt ready to snap from the pursuit.
"I don’t want to run anymore," Ye Chen replied with a grin.
"Kid, it ain't that you don’t wanna run, it's that you can't anymore," the leader snarled fiercely.
"Brother Leopard, enough chit-chat with this punk—let's end him fast so us brothers can grab some drinks," urged the thug sporting wildly dyed hair.
The midday heat scorched fiercely, leaving them all huffing and soaked in sweat from the chase.
"Fine, wrap it up quick. I'll stand guard outside. Just rough him up—don't kill the brat," Brother Leopard ordered.
Ye Chen grinned and questioned, "Brother Leopard, is that you? Not joining the fun?"
"Kid, you've got a bold tongue—talking big ain't smart. You're all scrawny; one of us could crush you, and you want me in on it too?" Brother Leopard glared at Ye Chen and demanded.
This young punk intrigued him; at first, he'd dismissed Ye Chen as nothing.
He'd figured it'd be a swift takedown, yet this kid bolted like lightning across multiple streets.
Brother Leopard hailed from special forces but got booted for bad behavior, now leading a crew as a tough enforcer.
Against a weakling like Ye Chen, he saw no need to step in personally—his goons could manage fine.
"Kid, dreaming of clashing with me? No shot now." With that, Brother Leopard spun around and strode from the alley.
He fished out a smoke, stuck it between his lips, and ignited it. Puffing away, he eyed the scene beyond.
Once Brother Leopard departed, his rainbow-haired lackey and the rest sneered mockingly at Ye Chen.
"Kid, you're hilarious—no way you beat any of us, yet you challenge Brother Leopard? Don't get cocky."
"Spouting nonsense without knowing your audience."
"Yeah, this punk's begging for it."
"Brothers, swarm him together and school him hard—show what happens when you brag too much."
"I bet he'll wail for mommy and daddy after we're through."
The alley echoed with jeering taunts right then.
"Keep yapping and laughing; you won't get another chance soon," Ye Chen stated icily.
His words ignited fury in the rainbow-haired thug.
"You damn runt, threatening me? Watch me bash your teeth in!"
With that shout, he lunged forward, gripping a club as he barreled at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen remained rooted calmly, without budging an inch.
The thug figured Ye Chen froze in terror, unaware that as he closed in on the youth's form.
Ye Chen whipped up his leg in a flash, slamming a kick into the thug's gut and taking him completely by surprise.
In a blink, the thug soared like a sack, crashing hard into the wall before tumbling viciously down.
Ye Chen's strike blurred too swiftly; the onlookers couldn't track it, sending the dyed-hair brute flying back whence he came.
"Ouch, ouch, damn it hurts," the rainbow-haired thug groaned, clutching his belly and wailing nonstop.
His howls sounded utterly pitiful—it marked the first time pain struck him so brutally.
That single kick left him doubled over, unable to rise despite repeated tries; he could only sprawl there.
These goons had scoffed at Ye Chen before, convinced it'd take mere moments to crush him.
Witnessing their comrade hurled back like a ragdoll shifted their gazes to Ye Chen with heightened wariness.
The fresh lesson prevented any further underestimation.
Yet another thug, armed with a baton, charged Ye Chen, this round refusing to slack off.
Ye Chen's prior power impressed—flinging a 200-pound brute airborne wasn't some average feat.
The attacker swung precisely, targeting Ye Chen's skull with the baton.
Dreams might tantalize, but reality bites hard.
Ye Chen wouldn't allow such a lethal blow to land, fully aware it could crack his cranium.
His hand shot out, seizing the thug's stick-wielding wrist, then he wrenched the arm with brutal force.
The thug spun airborne like a frisbee, smashing the wall before collapsing to the dirt.
Yet, Ye Chen had already snapped the burly man’s wrist.
Right now, he clutched his throbbing wrist, howling in agony.
The rest realized their two toughest comrades couldn’t match Ye Chen.
In this scenario, taking him on one by one, they stood no chance.
They traded glances, united in the idea of swarming him together.
"That’s the right call, no time to waste—quick fight," Ye Chen remarked with a grin.
Yet his expression sharpened with caution, recognizing these weren’t typical street punks; their prowess was remarkable.
Against such adversaries, Ye Chen refused to drop his guard.
Right before they lunged at Ye Chen, he called out, "Hold up, nature calls—I need a fast bathroom stop."
"Kid, you so terrified of us charging that you pissed yourself?" one burly man mocked with a sudden laugh.
In his mind, alone they fell short against Ye Chen, but united, victory was certain over him.
The burly man was sure Ye Chen feared their group formation, using the bathroom excuse as a weak cover.
Still, he dismissed any worry over Ye Chen’s tricks, viewing him as helpless meat on the chopping block.
In reality, Ye Chen used the moment to slip on the Golden Silk Armor gifted by Bai Suzhen.
Ye Chen trusted his ability to defeat these brutes, yet a joint assault could cause harm; the Golden Silk Armor removed that risk.
Soon after, Ye Chen returned, beaming, "Okay, let’s start."
His words triggered the remaining burly men to charge from every angle, but Ye Chen’s face betrayed no fear.
He knew full well this clash held zero doubt in its outcome.