The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO
Chapter 135: Seeking Forgiveness from the Elders!

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Seeking Forgiveness from the Elders!

The yellow-haired punk had pulled his head out of the "wall" by now.

His entire right face was swollen and unrecognizable, making his features look twisted, and he resembled a walking demon!

"Kid, go to hell!!!"

His dagger was aimed straight at Ye Huan’s head.

The minions’ faces turned extraordinarily animated.

A sturdy body doesn’t mean a head can withstand a dagger’s attack, otherwise, would that still be human?!

As long as the kid can’t react in time...

Can’t react in time...

They chanted inwardly, but what happened next made them lose all "hope"...

The blade was just a millimeter away from Ye Huan when...

In merely one millisecond, Ye Huan dashed sideways several steps.

At the moment of dodging the stab, his big hand swung vigorously in the air.

A slap landed on the yellow-haired punk’s face!

"Smack!!!"

Another loud sound, the yellow-haired punk crashed into the right pillar, his left face swelling now too.

This time, he quickly pulled his head out.

But before attacking, he was frightened to the ground by the approaching Ye Huan.

"How about it, do you think my fists are hard enough?" Ye Huan bent down, smiling warmly.

The yellow-haired punk’s eyes darted evasively, and he did not respond.

He glanced behind Ye Huan, blinking continuously to signal the minions to ambush Ye Huan.

But the minions weren’t foolish either; they were scared of dying.

Someone who can shatter a dagger with his body, punch someone thirty meters away, smash through bulletproof tempered glass, and dodge lethal attacks at the last second—how could such a person be dealt with through a sneak attack!

The success probability of a sneak attack might just be 0.00001%, and this is based on imagination; realistically, the chance is 0!

Success or not aside, if they failed, the brother whom he punched not knowing if he’s alive, and the current state of the yellow-haired punk, would be their fate!

The minions’ eyes were filled with fear, all bowing their heads, pretending not to notice the yellow-haired punk’s prompt.

"I’m asking you, are you deaf?"

Ye Huan took a toothpick from his mouth, suddenly stabbing it into a bloody hole on the yellow-haired punk’s face: "Are my fists hard or not!?"

"Hard, hard, hard!" the yellow-haired punk wailed while shouting repeatedly.

"Then my fists are equivalent to reason, aren’t they?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The yellow-haired punk didn’t dare hesitate, nodding desperately.

"Then why were you so arrogant in front of me earlier? You mean to say your fists can be tougher than mine?" Ye Huan sneered, raising the toothpick to stab again.

Looking at the approaching toothpick, the yellow-haired punk was overwhelmed with panic, begging tearfully: "Of course it’s your fists that are hard, Grandpa. We can talk it out, we can talk it out!"

"Oh?" Ye Huan was surprised, "Now we can talk it out? My wife told you to scram before, why didn’t you scram?"

"I was brainless, didn’t see the situation clearly, begging Grandpa for forgiveness!" the yellow-haired punk cried.

"Sigh~" Ye Huan sighed, looking disappointed, "Look at you, I told you before, if you didn’t roll quickly, you’d be in a miserable state; why didn’t you believe it? Not listening to Grandpa’s words, the loss is right in front of you."

How could he believe!

The yellow-haired punk was bereft of tears, he had been on the streets for quite a few years, the toughest guy he met before could only take on three people; how could he know someone as ferocious as this might suddenly appear?

By now he realized this man in front of him wasn’t someone he could provoke.

"Grandma, Grandma, I shouldn’t have disobeyed your orders, shouldn’t have thrown the bank card at your face, begging... begging for your forgiveness, begging you two elders to forgive me once, I’m begging you!!"

The yellow-haired punk gritted his teeth, stood kneeling and faced Liu Tianyun, kowtowing vigorously.

"..."

This behavior shocked the store’s employees and customers, making them sigh.

What a sigh, the previously arrogant, domineering yellow-haired punk, is now kneeling and begging.

The shock was...

This man wasn’t "mentally challenged," but genuinely capable!

His casual retaliation made more than a dozen desperate outlaws afraid to launch a sneak attack, all turned meeker than kittens!

The continuous "bang bang bang" of kowtowing sounded.

The yellow-haired punk kowtowed fiercely, and after ten loud knocks, his forehead was already bloody, mingling with dust making him look extremely miserable.

He turned to Ye Huan, ingratiatingly smiled and said: "Gran...Grandpa, look, I have kowtowed ten times to Grandma, also called twice, Grandma, are you... are you going to let me off the hook as you said before?"

Ye Huan looked troubled, said: "Little Huang, you all forced me to act, how can the conditions for letting you go be the same, right?"

"Ah? Then...then, Grandpa, whatever conditions you have, just say them!" The yellow-haired punk looked anxious.

"How should we handle this batch of goods from Meiying?"

The yellow-haired punk didn’t hesitate, waved his hands vigorously: "We don’t want it, we don’t want it!"

"You don’t want it? But you paid, how can you not want it, wouldn’t this make it seem like our store bullies customers?"

"No way, Tianyun International’s store wouldn’t do such things!" The yellow-haired punk said firmly, patting his chest, "I’m just seeing the new store as festive and wanting to support Meiying skincare products development, nothing but spreading some wealth."

Ye Huan wore a playful smile: "Then...who asked you to come and buy the goods?"

"My big brother, Golden Saber."

Having said this, the yellow-haired punk hurriedly covered his mouth, showing a tearful and helpless expression.

Too eager to escape Ye Huan’s "clutches," he let slip his big brother’s name uncontrollably, what a situation!

"Who is Golden Saber?" Ye Huan asked.

"Grandpa, there are rules among us people on the streets, this...this can’t be said..."

"Not saying huh? This is a bit tricky then."

Ye Huan clicked his tongue twice, took out ten toothpicks from his pocket, and dangled them in front of the yellow-haired punk.

The yellow-haired punk shivered, instinctively covered his face.

The pain from the bleeding holes on his face lingered, he gritted his teeth, whispered: "Grandpa, none of my minions know about these things, I only told you one, don’t let it slip."

"Rest assured, I’m tight-lipped." Ye Huan seriously gave the yellow-haired punk a thumbs-up, "Alright, speak."

"Grandpa, you...you truly can’t spread this, or I’ll really be chopped to death by Knife Master!"

The yellow-haired punk showed some fear, looked around, then uttered in a voice only two could hear:

"A few days back, the famous Knife Master—Golden Saber found me, asking for a favor, agreeing would let me be his underling, he’d protect me."

"Put simply, I’m a thug leader; being an underling to Knife Master, of course, made me thrilled, so I agreed."

"The favor he asked is...was purchasing Meiying this morning, and whatever quantity, he’d reward me with money double the sales afterwards."

"That’s...that’s the whole story."

Ye Huan’s face immediately turned dark: "That’s it? It’s that simple?"

The yellow-haired punk nodded.

Ye Huan squinted his eyes slightly.

Not exaggerating, this yellow-haired punk had been scared witless, impossible for him to lie or conceal anything further. Besides, his dozen minions were indeed just an ordinary thug gang similar to Wang Biao’s.

Such people are not privy to deeper secrets.

But why did Golden Saber send him for massive procurement of Meiying?

Seems there is something odd about this situation, need to investigate Golden Saber seriously...

The yellow-haired punk spoke again, he laughed awkwardly, cautiously asked: "Grandpa, you see, I’ve told everything, can you let me go now?"

"Well done, I forgive you!"

"Ah? Thank you, Grandpa!"

The yellow-haired punk joyously stood, about to leave.

Noticing his shoulder was restrained, unable to step a single inch forward, the yellow-haired punk shuddered.

The yellow-haired punk slowly turned his head, looking at Ye Huan’s wide, white teeth revealed through his grin, he felt tearless, said: "Grandpa, you... you mean what?"

"Your Grandpa forgives you, that’s right, but..."

Ye Huan pointed at Liu Tianyun: "Your Grandma hasn’t forgiven you yet."

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