Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1140 - 1115: Surprised or Not? Unexpected or Not?

Ye Chen kept his expression steady while eyeing the burly men lunging toward him.

These tough guys were undeniably powerful, real veterans in a brawl.

Facing them put some pressure on Ye Chen, but fortunately, Bai Suzhen had gifted him the Golden Silk Armor.

Their clubs smacked into him, yet he experienced zero pain.

Ye Chen pondered inwardly that this Golden Silk Armor was an exceptional treasure.

"This guy's acting weird—how's he taking those club hits without a scratch?" one of the burly men remarked.

Surrounded by these big fellows wielding clubs, Ye Chen couldn't avoid getting struck.

Nevertheless, his face stayed impassive as he counterattacked with a smirk.

"Old Eight, quit yapping. This punk's sturdy, but a few more whacks and he'll drop," another burly man shot back.

A wicked smile crept across Ye Chen's face; he knew even a hundred blows wouldn't faze him.

The moment those two got distracted chatting, Ye Chen struck with a swift punch.

His fist whistled through the air toward the pair, and by the time they tried evading, it was far too late.

"Bang bang," the two thugs flew back, slamming into the wall as if Ye Chen had cracked their ribs.

The agony was excruciating; they could barely draw breath.

Watching their comrades go down, the remaining burly men fixed their gazes on Ye Chen, dropping all carelessness.

"Kid, you're one hell of a scrapper—you've already taken out four of ours," the bald thug growled at Ye Chen.

"Not bad at all. Come on then, meet your end," Ye Chen taunted with a dismissive wave.

"You're begging for death, brat. Your mouth will get you in trouble soon enough," the bald man snarled furiously.

Ye Chen felt at a loss for words; these fools only bluffed and intimidated.

But the leftover thugs weren't amateurs—they shared knowing smirks after a quick glance.

Ye Chen held his ground steadily, resolved not to advance until they did.

He first observed their strategy; sure enough, the four synced up perfectly, two sweeping low while the others came high at Ye Chen.

"Impressive coordination—this fight just got exciting," Ye Chen thought.

He absolutely couldn't let those strikes land; a tumble would seal his defeat.

Ye Chen planned to break free from their encirclement and pick them off individually.

The burly men saw through his ploy and blocked any opening.

The assault persisted with two swinging low at Ye Chen and the pair above hammering down.

"Kid, big words have a price, remember that," the bald thug cackled.

He figured their combo was unbeatable, especially against a seeming pushover like Ye Chen.

A cold sneer flashed on Ye Chen's lips as his feet shifted; in a blink, he slipped out of the fray.

Instantly, cries erupted from the burly men.

"Who smashed my leg?"

"Get off my arm!"

"My gut—it's agony!"

Ye Chen had moved like lightning; as he exited, they hadn't noticed and kept flailing, accidentally pummeling each other into that chaos.

"When the hell did that kid slip away?" the bald thug demanded, baffled.

"No clue—I swore I was clobbering him," another replied.

Ye Chen watched the spectacle with amusement, chuckling: "You lot were frantically bashing each other while I escaped and enjoyed the free show."

"You little punk, how dare you trick us!"

Outsmarted by Ye Chen, the wounded thugs charged at him in rage.

Already battered from self-inflicted wounds and facing Ye Chen's blinding speed, they stood no chance.

In one clash, Ye Chen booted them all flying.

One, two, three, four.

Bang bang bang bang—the four crashed down like sacks of grain, arriving quick and collapsing faster.

Now sprawled before Ye Chen were the defeated burly men.

Fuming with fury and bitterness, they lay helpless, unable to rise much less fight back.

"With those beefy frames, you crumple so easily—such a letdown," Ye Chen sighed, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

The thugs seethed at his words; after all, they were only human—who could shrug off such punishment?

Besides, Ye Chen's power was monstrous; a single kick or punch felt like it ruptured their organs.

Gazing at him now, traces of dread flickered in their eyes.

No one could fathom how Ye Chen emerged untouched—he'd taken solid hits yet looked pristine, as if he'd just stepped in.

"Get up, get up, let’s continue fighting," Ye Chen urged the strongmen sprawled across the floor.

It had been ages since he last enjoyed a solid workout; this brutal clash felt exhilarating, yet right as he immersed himself in the thrill, his foes dropped still.

The strongmen overheard him and almost broke into tears, convinced that this fellow was no ordinary human.

Brother Leopard lingered at the alley's mouth, puffing on a cigarette while tunes played casually in his ears.

In his mind, once his crew handled this brat, fifty thousand would be his; what a sweet bargain.

Yet after a prolonged wait with no sign of his men emerging, he wondered why they dragged it out so savagely against a mere youth—a simple intimidation would do.

Craving a bar drink, Brother Leopard resolved to inspect his men's progress.

He expected to find Ye Chen battered and unrecognizable.

As he advanced, he called out, "That’s enough, a good scare is all."

Silence greeted him, and with each step deeper into the alley, Brother Leopard's unease grew.

The interior hung in deathly hush; truth be told, it wasn't unwillingness to speak, but Ye Chen's threats kept them mute out of fear.

They recognized Ye Chen's merciless nature; one wrong move, and death loomed real.

Between loyalty to their boss or staying alive, survival won hands down; they weren't idiots.

Brother Leopard flicked away his cigarette and pocketed his phone, detecting trouble brewing.

No voices from his crew echoed inside, no clash of combat—just an oppressively still quiet.

Upon stepping into the alley and beholding the scene, Brother Leopard froze in shock.

Ye Chen remained untouched and steady, as his men writhed on the ground, clutching limbs, cradling bellies, and gripping thighs in a pitiful spectacle.

With a grin toward Brother Leopard, Ye Chen quipped, "Surprised, or what?"