401: Chapter 401 Underground Fighting Ring? Let's Break In!

"Alright!"

Wen Yating responded excitedly, turning around and heading deep into the woods.

The two of them, one after the other, followed a rugged forest path deeper into the mountains.

After walking for about five or six minutes, the view suddenly opened up.

At the end of the woods was a hidden valley.

In the center of the valley stood a dilapidated factory building, its rusty corrugated iron roof glinting coldly under the moonlight.

Over a dozen various vehicles were parked at the factory entrance.

There were luxury cars, vans, and even a few large trucks.

Most importantly...

There were actually rows of teams patrolling the vicinity of the factory.

The scale looked quite significant.

Wen Yating pointed at the factory and whispered.

"That's the place!"

"This Underground Boxing Arena opens every night at midnight and runs until dawn."

"Today is the weekend, so it's probably even livelier!"

Ye Chen nodded. "I see. Let's go in."

Wen Yating was stunned.

"Huh?"

"How are we going in?"

Ye Chen shrugged. "By fighting our way in, of course."

Wen Yating: "???"

Good grief!

What a brute-force method!

But seeing Ye Chen actually walking toward the factory, she gritted her teeth and followed him.

At the same time...

She also turned on her small recording device...

As soon as the two approached the factory's iron gate, a group of people walked over.

Leading them was a burly bald man in a tight black tank top, revealing two arms covered in tattoos that looked exceptionally fierce in the dim light.

He sized up Ye Chen and Wen Yating, his gaze lingering on Wen Yating's face for a few extra seconds with a flash of admiration before returning to a look of vigilance.

"What are you here for?"

Ye Chen spoke calmly, "To the Underground Boxing Arena."

The burly bald man frowned.

"Do you have an invitation?"

"No, but I heard they sell 'parts' here. Is that true?"

...

As soon as those words were spoken, the burly bald man's expression changed completely.

He suddenly took a step back, his right hand quickly reaching for his waist!

"Kill him!"

The dozen or so burly men behind him snapped to attention.

In the next second...

One by one, they pulled out handguns from their waists!

The dark muzzles were all pointed at Ye Chen!

However...

Before they could pull the triggers, Ye Chen had already raised his right foot.

With a single kick, he directly hit the burly bald man's stomach.

BANG!!!

The bald man was sent flying, crashing into the dozen or so burly men behind him.

In the next second...

The entire group was sent flying back together!

BOOM!!!

The corrugated iron gate was violently smashed open by the dozen or so figures.

Instantly...

The door frame deformed, the iron sheet tore, and the entire door flew inward, crashing onto the concrete floor of the factory and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Standing behind Ye Chen, Wen Yating's eyes instantly lit up.

Her small recording device was steadily aimed at Ye Chen's back; the man in the lens stood with his hands behind his back, having sent a dozen people flying with one kick. His movements were clean and sharp, incredibly cool.

Her heart skipped a beat.

This man... is just too handsome!

Ye Chen stepped forward, unhurriedly entering the factory.

The factory was brightly lit, filled with shipping containers and piled-up junk everywhere.

The dozen or so burly men lay on the ground, groaning and rolling, unable to even crawl up.

The bald man clutched his stomach, enduring the pain as he reached into his pocket, pulled out a remote control, and pressed it.

"Wooo— Wooo— Wooo—"

A piercing alarm suddenly exploded within the factory!

Red lights flashed!

In the next second...

A dense sound of footsteps surged from all directions!

Squads of burly men in black uniforms rushed out from every corner!

Every single one of them held a gun!

And they were all submachine guns!

In the blink of an eye, over a hundred people had surrounded Ye Chen.

Leading them was a Middle-aged Man in his forties with a hideous scar on his face and eyes as fierce as a wolf's.

He glared at Ye Chen and shouted angrily.

"Who are you! How dare you cause trouble on Master Luo's territory?!"

Ye Chen didn't even spare him a glance and continued walking forward.

That posture!

That manner!

He simply didn't take him seriously at all!

The Scarred Man's face instantly darkened.

"You're looking for death!"

"Fire!!!"

The moment the words fell...

BANG!

BANG!!

BANG!!!

Gunfire erupted!

A dense hail of bullets poured toward Ye Chen like a rainstorm!

Wen Yating's face turned pale with fright. She subconsciously leaned toward Ye Chen, pressing herself tightly against his back and screaming with her eyes closed.

However...

In the next second...

The pain she expected didn't come.

What reached her ears was a strange 'humming' sound.

She quietly opened her eyes, and then...

She was completely dumbfounded.

Ye Chen stood in place, his hands moving slowly as if he were practicing Tai Chi.

His movements were slow and gentle, yet they carried an indescribable sense of rhythm.

So much so...

That the bullets firing at him, the moment they neared his body, seemed to hit an invisible wall of air, their speed dropping sharply.

Then...

As his hands moved, they began to rotate and drift in mid-air.

One, two, three...

In just a few seconds, over a hundred bullets were drawn by that invisible force, forming a slowly rotating ring in mid-air.

This scene...

Made the Scarred Man's eyes bulge; he was completely stunned.

What the hell kind of move is this?

Tai Chi can be played like this?

Wait...

Tai Chi shouldn't be able to be played like this!

That stuff is supposed to be for fitness at most!

His hundred or so subordinates were also all dumbstruck.

However...

Just then...

Ye Chen's hands suddenly paused and then pushed forward.

SWISH SWISH SWISH—

Those hundred-plus bullets circling in mid-air instantly flew back!

Faster than they had come!

More powerful than they had come!

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

Dull impacts exploded one after another!

Among those hundred-plus men in black, some were hit in the thigh, some in the arm, some in the shoulder...

There was even one man clutching his crotch, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

"My balls!!!"

After shouting, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out instantly.

In just a few seconds, those hundred-plus people were lying all over the ground.

Fewer than ten were still standing.

And those ten were now weak in the knees, their hands holding guns were shaking, and their expressions were uglier than if they were crying.

Too terrifying!

This scene had already surpassed their understanding and imagination!

Standing behind Ye Chen, Wen Yating was also as stiff as a wooden block, her mind a complete blank.

The bullets...

Were blocked?

And reflected back?

She finally believed it...

From the very beginning, Ye Chen was no ordinary person.

An ordinary person could never have swallowed a colossus like the Sima Family!

Ye Chen withdrew his hands and stood with them behind his back.

He didn't even look at the people wailing on the ground and continued walking forward.

The men in black who were still standing saw him coming and slumped to the ground in fear; not a single one dared to step forward.

Behind him, Wen Yating suddenly snapped back to her senses and hurriedly jogged to catch up.

"Wait for me!"

She caught up to Ye Chen, looked up at him, and little stars appeared in her eyes.

"Ye Chen! You're just too amazing!"

"Tai Chi can actually be used like that?"

"Are you a martial arts master?"

"Do you know internal power?"

"Do you take disciples?"

Ye Chen turned his head and gave her a flat look: "Shut up."

Wen Yating choked, the words at the tip of her tongue forced back down.

But the light in her eyes, instead of fading, grew even brighter.

This man is so cool!

The two of them crossed the factory and came to a tightly closed iron door.

Above the iron door hung a neon sign flashing a few words...

Underground Boxing Arena.

From behind the iron door, deafening cheers and shouts could be faintly heard.

Ye Chen raised his right foot.

And kicked out.

BOOM!!!

The iron door flew off as expected, crashing onto the concrete floor inside and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The dust settled.

A set of stairs leading downward appeared before them.

At the end of the stairs was even more blinding light and even more deafening waves of sound.

Ye Chen stepped down the stairs.

...

In the Emperor Suite of the Underground Boxing Arena.

A man wearing sunglasses leaned back on a sofa, holding a glass of red wine, his gaze fixed on the huge display screen on the opposite wall.

The screen was broadcasting real-time footage from the center of the boxing arena.

Two shirtless fighters were fighting crazily inside an iron cage.

Fists hit flesh with thudding sounds, blood splattered, staining the floor of the ring red.

The surrounding audience shouted like they were mad, waving the betting tickets in their hands.

The man's lips curled up slightly, and he took a small sip of red wine.

He was the emperor of this Underground Boxing Arena, Luo Sihai.

In the entire underground world of Central Plains City, no one didn't know this name.

In this place, he was the law; he was the rules.

Luo Sihai put down his wine glass and hooked his finger at a black-clad subordinate standing nearby with hands down.

The subordinate immediately leaned down and brought his ear close.

"Make the Red Side fall."

Luo Sihai's instruction was very calm.

But anyone present knew exactly what this sentence meant.

It meant...

That the Red Side fighter currently fighting for his life on the ring would become a corpse in the next second, taken away to become 'parts.'

It also meant that the gamblers who bet on the Red Side to win would lose everything and go bankrupt.

These were the rules of the Underground Boxing Arena.

No one could walk out as a winner.

Unless Master Luo let you win.