My Wife, The Ice Queen President-Chapter 413 - : The 412th Episode of Negotiation (Second Update)_1

Chapter 413: The 412th Episode of Negotiation (Second Update)_1

“Our master has gone out and hasn’t returned yet,” the disciple replied hastily.

“Call him and tell him the martial arts school is on fire,” Ye Xiong ordered.

“The martial arts school isn’t on fire.”

“If you don’t make the call, it will be immediately—do you believe me?”

The disciple dared not disbelieve, for the man before him gave off the impression of a madman. With the way he was acting, what couldn’t he do?

“Master, the martial arts school is on fire…”

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When the disciple made the call, his voice nearly broke into tears.

Half an hour later, a luxurious stretch limousine appeared at the entrance of the martial arts school.

In his forties, having long held a position of power, and bristling with murderous intent, Duan Wu stepped out of the car.

He glanced at his martial arts school, which was not on fire, and immediately stormed in with a furious demeanor.

He had planned to go in and harshly discipline the disciple who made the call, but as he entered, he was stunned.

In the center of the training hall, a young man sat in an armchair with his legs crossed. On the ground around him lay dozens of his men, all battered and bruised, looking at the man with eyes as if they’d seen the devil himself.

Under a tree behind the man stood two women, looking at him as if they were quite speechless.

A sense of foreboding took root in Duan Wu’s heart.

Ye Xiong held a cup of tea that a disciple had brewed for him and sipped it slowly. Seeing Duan Wu come in, he glanced at him indifferently, “Are you Duan Wu, the boss of San Shexing?”

“I am Duan Wu, but I don’t know what you’re talking about with San Shexing.”

Duan Wu was certainly not foolish enough to admit his identity as a crime lord. His gaze fell on Ye Xiong, and he asked fiercely, “Who exactly are you, and why did you storm into my martial arts school and hurt my people?”

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Ye Xiong took a leisurely sip of his tea and set the cup down on a table next to him, appearing completely at ease.

Off in the distance, Phoenix’s mouth twitched.

At this moment, Ye Xiong looked every bit like a pompous scion who relied on the power of others.

Just now, he had actually instructed his disciples to bring out an armchair and a tea table and make him tea. When the sun was out, he even asked for a sun umbrella to be brought, sitting leisurely under it in the armchair, the picture of a spoiled young master.

She could understand he was in a bad mood, but must he become so corrupt?

Murong Ruyin had been silent all along, her eyes from time to time resting thoughtfully on Ye Xiong.

“Duan Wu, was it you who sent men to abduct Yang Xinyi?” Ye Xiong asked calmly.

“Who is Yang Xinyi? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Duan Wu’s eyes darted around as he spoke sternly, “Just who are you, and you’d better explain the situation here today clearly if you want to leave this place.”

A faint smile played on Ye Xiong’s lips, and suddenly, he moved.

Duan Wu, who had been involved in the underworld for a decade or two, and weathered many storms, had been on guard, wary of a sudden attack. Now, as he saw Ye Xiong make his move, he quickly pulled out a gun and started shooting at him.

Bang, bang, bang!

He fired several shots, which clearly hit their target, but there was no one in sight.

By the time he realized what was happening, he felt a chill at his back.

Duan Wu instinctively turned and fired, bang, bang, bang, several more times.

But when he looked clearly in front of him, where was the figure?

Duan Wu had never seen a man move so fast. It was as if he’d seen a ghost.

Ye Xiong appeared out of nowhere, having dodged until only one bullet was left. He suddenly grabbed Duan Wu’s wrist.

The last bullet Duan Wu had never made it out.

Ye Xiong squeezed hard, causing Duan Wu’s hand to ache with pain, and the gun dropped to the ground. Ye Xiong caught the handgun in mid-air.

“These days, not many people still use this kind of revolver. You must like to play with the ‘Compass,’ right?”

Ye Xiong opened the cylinder of the revolver and said, “There’s still one bullet left.”

Just as Ye Xiong was toying with the gun, Duan Wu suddenly drew a dagger and viciously stabbed toward Ye Xiong.

He thought he had been quick and stealthy, that he must stab this guy to death this time.

However, before the blade even touched his opponent, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his head.

Ye Xiong had smashed the gunstock hard against him, splitting his head and making him bleed profusely.

“Playing schemes with me, huh? Believe it or not, I can blow your brains out right now?” Ye Xiong barked.

“You wouldn’t dare kill me, you won’t escape either, murder is against the law.”

“Yes, murder is against the law, but killing a piece of trash like you wouldn’t make me lose even a single hair. Believe it or not?”

Duan Wu’s eyes rolled nervously, not daring to retort, uncertain about the true identity of the person in front of him.

“Want to know who I am? I’ll tell you, my name is Ye Jun, Ye Yuandong’s son. The Capital City jewelry heist a few months ago. Those crooks were all killed by me. Oh, there’s another identity you might not know about; I’m from Dragon Group.”

Hearing Ye Xiong reveal his identity, Duan Wu turned pale with shock.

He never could have imagined that the man before him was Ye Yuandong’s son, Ye Jun, the talk of Capital City a few months prior.

Back then, Ye Jun heroically stormed into the jewelry store, sent Ye Yuandong’s wife to jail, and single-handedly wiped out three leaders of the notorious Phantom Mercenary Corps. His astonishing exploits became famous throughout Capital City. Rumor had it he had powerful connections. And he hadn’t expected Ye Jun was Dragon Group personnel.

What kind of people are the Dragon Group? They’re figures from the National Security Bureau. Not to mention killing a little gang boss, even accidentally killing an ordinary citizen, they could easily cover it up.

“So you’re Brother Ye. Duan Wu didn’t recognize Mount Tai; I beg for your understanding, Brother.”

“Don’t casually call anyone brother, who knows you?” Ye Xiong slapped his head with the gun and asked, “I’ll ask you one more time, who sent you to capture Yang Xinyi?”

“Brother Ye, I really didn’t…”

Bang!

The revolver clicked once.

“Lucky you, there was no bullet.” Ye Xiong said regretfully, smiling. “I wonder just how good your luck can get?”

After saying that, he was about to press the trigger and fire a second shot.

“I’ll talk! It was Young Master Su who made me do it!” Duan Wu couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Su Wei?”

“Right, he gave me a hundred thousand to kidnap her.”

“Your sister’s hundred thousand.”

Ye Xiong kicked him hard, sending him face-first to the ground. “You think I’m an idiot? A hundred thousand for kidnapping? You kidding me?”

“One million…” Duan Wu weakly replied.

“I don’t care how much you’ve taken; as long as you agree to do one thing for me, I won’t pursue this matter. But if you dare disobey, don’t think you can stay in Capital City, let alone the whole Huaxia.”

Ye Xiong finished speaking, pointed the gun at Duan Wu’s head, and, click, click, click, fired four times.

With each shot, Duan Wu felt as if a knife were piercing his heart, the feeling of threading the line of death draining him utterly as he collapsed to the ground.

Ye Xiong fired the last shot into the air and then tossed the gun in front of him before striding away.

Duan Wu lay there on the ground, almost entirely spent.

The devil… This guy was a living, breathing devil.

Phoenix had observed the whole process, not saying a word, simply following him as he left.

Back in the car, Ye Xiong’s mood lifted somewhat.

Tonight was Su Zhentian’s sixtieth birthday, and since it couldn’t be stopped, the only thing left was to protect her from the shadows. If anyone dares to harm Yang Xinyi tonight, I’ll make sure they pay a dire price.

Ye Xiong’s gaze grew sharp and intense.