The short man hadn't expected Liu Kun to have such a skilled fighter by his side. He spun around and launched an extremely fierce attack on Ye Xingchen.
This guy's moves are extremely ruthless; his punches, elbows, knees, and locks are almost all aimed at vital points, with the intention of killing someone.
Ye Xingchen was more than capable of handling the situation. If he hadn't been still unsure of Liu Kun's intentions, he probably would have killed him with a single punch.
Liu Kun's expression was somewhat gloomy. Chen Ye stepped forward and shielded him behind him. Both of them reached for the guns at their waists, and the atmosphere was tense and ready to explode.
Suddenly, the short man leaped up, closing in on Ye Xingchen, and then immediately grabbed his throat, attempting to kill him.
Ye Xingchen was getting angry. The two had exchanged dozens of blows, and he had always been tolerant and held back.
But this guy keeps using deadly moves, who wouldn't get angry?
With a backhand lock, Ye Xingchen twisted the other man's neck, grabbed him, and then slammed him to the ground. He then kicked him several meters away.
With a slight exertion of his inner energy, the short man coughed up a mouthful of blood. He struggled to his feet, his expression filled with malice as he looked at Ye Xingchen.
The scene suddenly became somewhat awkward. Sangka hadn't expected that Liu Kun would have such a skilled person by his side.
He stared at Ye Xingchen and said, "This young man looks unfamiliar. I don't think I've seen him before?"
"Haha, this is my new little brother, Ye Cheng. He's got some skills. He just sparred with your men." Liu Kun said with a forced smile.
Sanka's expression shifted, then he laughed and said, "Good, good, this is the Muay Thai expert I found. He just wanted to give everyone a Muay Thai demonstration."
"General Sanka, let's get back to the main point. I don't accept your payment method. If I don't see payment by noon tomorrow, I'll have to leave with my men," Liu Kun said with a smile.
"Alright, the payment will definitely arrive by tomorrow noon. You must wait." Sanka stood up: "Bar, arrange accommodation for Mr. Kun and the others."
“Yes.” Baal nodded. “Gentlemen, please…”
Liu Kun and the others turned to leave, but at that moment, the short man suddenly leaped up, did several flips in mid-air, and then used his knee to lock Ye Xingchen's shoulder.
A sneak attack?
Ye Xingchen slapped the other person hard across the face.
*Pfft...* The short man spat out a mouthful of blood. He tumbled several times in mid-air before flying back down and collapsing to the ground with a thud. He passed out without uttering a sound.
Ye Xingchen glanced at the short man, dusted himself off, and then left with Liu Kun.
The whole process took only a few seconds, but this time Ye Xingchen used his true energy, sending the guy flying while simultaneously rupturing his meridians.
Ancient Muay Thai is powerful, but it also requires a certain amount of internal energy to support it.
However, after his meridians were shattered, if the short guy tried to use his internal energy again, his meridians would explode instantly and he would die. This was a lesson for the kid.
Watching Ye Xingchen and the others leave, Sangka was furious. He grabbed the cup in his hand, slammed it to the ground, and cursed, "Damn it..."
"General, what's the next step?" Baal asked, having returned.
“Keep them calm, give them a little something extra. I’m not going to give them any face this time. I heard Liu Kun is a very capable chemical expert. He’s the one who created many new formulations. I have to keep him here with me this time,” Sanka said coldly.
"Understood." Baal nodded and turned to leave.
"Chen Qian, how's the progress on your end?" Sangka turned to Chen Qian: "The output is really too low. You need to think of a solution."
"General, I... I'm already trying to find a solution. Our printing plates are limited by the material, so the yield rate is not good. I'm trying to find a way to improve them." Chen Qian's voice was very soft, and there was a hint of fear in her tone.
"I'll give you another half month. After half a month, I want you to print five hundred million, do you hear me?" Sanka's face was ferocious.
"Yes, I understand, I will do my best." Chen Qian nodded quickly.
Sanka stepped forward, grabbed her hair, and tilted her face up.
Looking at the scar running from her left temple to her face, Sanka was furious. He grabbed Chen Qian by the neck and said through gritted teeth, "Look at her, what a beautiful face she has to make like this. What a tragedy."
He shoved her aside roughly, and then Sanka strode away.
Chen Qian sat on the ground, her expression somewhat frightened. It took her a long time to stand up with difficulty and leave the place.
Sanka arranged accommodations for everyone, and each person had a woman in their room at night.
The girl who was placed in Ye Xingchen's room was a local; she was short and somewhat thin.
Ye Xingchen had no interest in her and gave her some money to send her away.
"Boss, am I not good-looking?" The girl asked, somewhat bewildered as she held the money.
"No, it looks pretty good." Ye Xingchen shook her head.
"Then let me serve you. I'm very good at it. Don't kick me out, or I'll get beaten up." The girl looked at Ye Xingchen with a pleading expression.
"You can stay here if you want, you don't need to serve me," Ye Xingchen said calmly.
The girl nodded and carefully put the money down.
"Here, take it," Ye Xingchen said. "Don't be so careful, I'm not a bad person."
The girl hesitated for a moment, then put the money away; it was enough to cover her family's expenses for a year.
Ye Xingchen felt a bit bored staying in the room, so she decided to go out for a walk.
Sanca's palace is very large and magnificent, and there is a small garden next to the guest rooms, which is lit up at night.
He sat down in the garden, intending to find an opportunity to contact Bai Zilin, but just then, a figure flashed and a girl appeared.
Chen Qian's bangs still hung down, intentionally or unintentionally covering the scar on her face.
"It's you?" Ye Xingchen looked at her with some surprise.
"Are you Chinese?" Chen Qian looked around and, seeing that no one was around, she pulled Ye Xingchen and quickly moved to a blind spot of the surveillance cameras.
“Yes, I’m Chinese, and so are you, right?” Ye Xingchen looked at her. Although the girl had a scar on her face, which lowered her score, she was still pretty good overall.
Moreover, she possesses a kind of elegance that ordinary children lack, which proves that she comes from an extraordinary background.
She must have come from a good family. No matter how much her family fell into poverty, she wouldn't have ended up in this place, associating with vicious warlords.
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