This guy's personality is unpredictable. After all, he is one of the Five Tigers of Yuecheng. Even if this is not in Yuecheng, he is arrogant enough.

"Mr. Wang, you're not satisfied?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, his tone already somewhat impatient: "Then draw a line for me, and I'll follow it until you're satisfied."

“Want to please me? Fine, make all of you kneel on the ground, and I’ll step over them as I walk out.” Wang Chenghu sneered, “I came here with money to spend, but you’ve made me unhappy.”

"My good mood is something that money can't buy, understand?"

Just then, one of the injured underlings couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

This underling had his head smashed by Wang Chenghu with a wine bottle, and now he's pale, due to excessive blood loss.

"Mr. Wang, you've already hit them. Now I'm here to apologize to you. These guys are just trying to make a living. Why don't you send them to the hospital? If you're angry, take it out on me," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.

He was trying to communicate with this guy with a serious attitude, but Wang Chenghu was determined to cause trouble here.

He sneered, "No one is allowed to leave if I'm not satisfied. Just trying to make a living? Heh, in my eyes, you dogs are all the same."

The people at the club all looked rather grim. They came here to work just to make a living, but that didn't mean their dignity could be trampled on.

"So, according to Mr. Wang, there's no room for negotiation on this matter?" A smile gradually spread across Ye Xingchen's face.

"Discuss? Discuss with whom? Discuss with your mother?" Wang Chenghu had a smug, punchable look on his face. "If your mother were twenty years younger, I might consider discussing it with her. Now? She's not qualified."

Wang Chenghu raised a glass of wine and poured it over Ye Xingchen's head. After pouring the wine, he slammed the glass to the ground: "Either do as I say, or we'll just stay here and wait for Liu Kun to come and apologize to me."

Several hot-tempered henchmen were furious and stepped forward to make a move, but Ye Xingchen stopped them.

He wiped the wine off his face and grinned, "Mr. Wang, you also have subordinates. If your subordinates can't even handle trivial matters, would you keep them?"

"What do you mean? Do you think my business is a trivial matter?" Wang Chenghu's expression changed drastically: "Go to hell..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Xingchen suddenly kicked him in the belly, bang...

Wang Chenghu screamed in agony as his body flew backward like a large cannonball, traveling seven or eight meters before crashing heavily into the wall.

Boom... A crack appeared in the wall, concrete fell down, and the steel bars were even exposed where he hit it.

Thump... Wang Chenghu landed on the floor with a dull thud after being bounced back.

He writhed violently on the ground like a fat worm, and after a moment, he let out a hysterical scream.

"Mr. Wang..." Wang Chenghu's bodyguards were shocked. They rushed forward and attacked Ye Xingchen.

Yuecheng is a town famous for martial arts, so Wang Chengwu's bodyguards were naturally all highly skilled. They rushed towards Ye Xingchen with ruthless moves, aiming to kill him.

Moreover, these bodyguards came from different martial arts schools, and every move they made was aimed at Ye Xingchen's vital points.

However, their martial arts, which they were so proud of, were only good for dealing with ordinary people, and they seemed rather ineffective in front of Ye Xingchen.

Ye Xingchen spread his hands apart and threw a punch. With two muffled groans, he knocked the two bodyguards away.

Immediately afterwards, he made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand, which caught a claw that was attacking him. With a slight twist, the opponent screamed and retreated.

Ye Xingchen wandered around the scene, throwing a punch wherever he went. It seemed casual, but each of his casual punches was guaranteed to knock a bodyguard to the ground.

Ye Xingchen walked around the room for exactly one minute, and when he turned around, there was no one left to stand behind him.

A group of bodyguards from different martial arts schools were now lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

Wang Chenghu was startled. His large body writhed on the ground before he struggled to his feet.

"Kneel down." Ye Xingchen glanced coldly at Wang Chenghu.

"You son of a bitch! You dare lay a hand on me? I'm Wang Chenghu, one of the Five Tigers of Yuecheng. Do you believe I'll kill your whole family?" Wang Chenghu roared, his voice cracking with shock and rage, even uttering his local dialect.

The reason I was nice to this guy before was because he was, after all, a guest.

But now that things have turned sour, Ye Xingchen doesn't care whether this fat guy is a guest or not.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ye Xingchen vanished from the scene in a flash. The next second, his 200-pound body was kicked away.

With a scream and a crash, the guy smashed through the glass.

Fortunately, the aluminum alloy window frame was quite sturdy, so the guy didn't fall directly from the second floor.

Even so, his body was covered in cuts from the shattered glass.

He fell off the window with a thud and didn't come to his senses for a long time.

After a long while, Wang Chenghu finally managed to lift his head. He was covered in blood and was crawling on the ground with difficulty.

"Kneel down." Ye Xingchen uttered the two words calmly.

"I'll fuck your mother, I... ah..."

Before Wang Chenghu could finish his curse, his voice turned into a scream. He collapsed to the ground, struggling, one of his hands twisted into a pretzel.

He immediately went black and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

But he hadn't been asleep for long when Ye Xingchen kicked him awake.

The pain was excruciating, but he remained perfectly conscious. Ye Xingchen had just kicked him in a pressure point, keeping him alert while causing him immense pain.

But now this brat has finally behaved himself; he knelt on the ground, trembling.

Ye Xingchen took a tissue from one of the underlings and wiped the blood off his hands.

Wang Chenghu trembled, his expression filled with fear as he looked at Ye Xingchen.

“Mr. Wang, I’m telling you to kneel down not so you can apologize to me, but so you can apologize to these workers.” Ye Xingchen pointed to the people who had been injured by Wang Chenghu.

"They may be small fry, but they're still born of parents. They usually treat you with humility and call you 'boss.' Even if they've done something wrong, you shouldn't beat them to death, right?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Ye is right. It was my fault. I'll cover the medical expenses for the brothers." Wang Chenghu was so frightened that his face turned ashen. He was now as cowardly as a grandson, and there was no trace of the demeanor of one of the Five Tigers of Yuecheng.