He forced back the pain and said, "Brothers, I was wrong just now. I apologize to you all. I'm so sorry, so very sorry..."
Ye Xingchen stared at Wang Chenghu: "I tried to talk to you nicely just now, but you wouldn't listen and insisted on taking it this far. What good does it do to tear things apart like this?"
"President Ye, I'm so sorry, I was drunk and acted crazy. Please don't take it to heart." Wang Chenghu knelt on the ground, trembling.
"Send the injured brothers to the hospital. The club will cover the medical expenses tonight, and give each of them 10,000 yuan as compensation," Ye Xingchen instructed one of his underlings.
"Yes, Mr. Ye." The underling nodded quickly.
"Thank you, Mr. Ye." Everyone looked at Ye Xingchen gratefully, deeply moved.
Money isn't important; what matters is that Ye Xingchen restored their dignity, and he was even willing to break ties with Wang Chenghu.
You have to understand, this guy is a big boss who comes from Yuecheng every year and spends a lot of money at the club. Losing this big client would be a loss for the company.
"Alright, go ahead. I'll handle things here. Focus on recovering." Ye Xingchen waved his hand.
The group struggled to their feet and left Liaoli, but Wang Chenghu's men remained lying in the same spot, ignored by everyone.
"Mr. Ye, I'm so sorry, Mr. Ye. I was wrong today. I apologize to you." Wang Chenghu kept apologizing, "I promise I won't cause any more trouble in the future. Please be lenient with me."
"Do you know what? If you don't give me face today, you're not giving Mr. Kun face." Ye Xingchen sneered as he squatted down in front of Wang Chenghu: "One of the Five Tigers of Yuecheng? What's the difference between you and a dog now?"
"It was all given to me by people in the underworld. Actually, I'm just doing it for show. I'm really not a big shot. Sorry, sorry..." Wang Chenghu was incredibly cowardly.
"Do you own that Rolls-Royce down there, and those three Bentleys?" Ye Xingchen asked.
There was a Rolls-Royce Phantom and three Bentleys parked at the entrance of the club, which should all belong to this fat man.
This guy is indeed influential and prestigious in his area, and he likes to make a grand entrance when he goes out.
His car was a Rolls-Royce, and the three Bentleys were his bodyguards' vehicles; he always made a grand entrance.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Ye, you like it? I'll give it to you." Wang Chenghu forced a smile.
However, one of his hands was twisted into a pretzel shape. The pain was so intense that he couldn't even feel his hand anymore, and his face showed signs of pain.
Now, he managed to force a smile, but the pain and laughter blended together, making him appear even more grotesque.
"Someone come here." Ye Xingchen straightened up: "Smash all of his cars."
"Yes." A henchman immediately responded, and with a wave of his hand, he led his weapons and a group of men downstairs.
A moment later, a piercing alarm sounded downstairs, but it was quickly replaced by a sound of smashing and looting.
Wang Chenghu always wore that ferocious smile, and with each sound below, the muscles in his face would twitch.
Although the ten or twenty million yuan lost from those cars is nothing to him, perhaps the amount he could squander in one night at the casino, it wasn't just his cars that were smashed, it was a blatant slap in the face.
"What, Mr. Wang, are you convinced or not?" Ye Xingchen walked up to him and patted his face.
The injury wasn't severe, but the humiliation was immense; Wang Chenghu had probably never experienced such treatment in his life.
Although he was seething with hatred inside, he still had to pretend to be submissive: "I admire you. President Ye is a man of few words, I admire you."
"But I'm still not satisfied, what should I do?" Ye Xingchen grinned.
"Mr. Ye, you've already hit him, smashed his car, and I've even knelt down to apologize." Wang Chenghu forced a sinister smile: "How about... we just let this matter go?"
"Forget it? You think you can just let it go like that?" Ye Xingchen sneered. "How did you treat me when I was talking to you so nicely just now?"
Ye Xingchen took out a bottle of wine and poured it over the guy's head.
The alcohol flowed over Wang Chenghu's wounds, and the intense pain made him tremble uncontrollably.
“I’m a regular here. I come all the way from Yuecheng every year and spend a lot of money here. Are you trying to offend our big customer? Aren’t you afraid you won’t be able to explain this to your boss, Mr. Kun?” Wang Chenghu couldn’t help but roar.
A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. Although he was afraid of death, this kid shouldn't be tormenting him like this.
"Heh, you really think President Kun cares about trash like you?" Ye Xingchen sneered, turning his head to ask, "Has President Kun finished his meeting yet?"
"Mr. Ye, Brother Kun has finished his meeting," a subordinate replied.
"Report this to President Kun and tell him that this kid is not convinced," Ye Xingchen said.
"Yes." The younger brother turned and went to make a phone call.
"I... I'm not dissatisfied, don't talk nonsense." Wang Chenghu trembled with fear, knowing what kind of person Liu Kun was.
If things hadn't turned sour before, perhaps Liu Kun would have greeted him with a smile out of consideration for the idea that harmony brings wealth.
But now that things have gotten so bad between the two sides, how could Liu Kun possibly be polite to him?
Sure enough, as soon as the call was made, Liu Kun flew into a rage: "Drag him to the basement..."
In the arena, inside the octagon, Wang Chenghu was bound hand and foot to the front of the wire cage, where a boxer wearing boxing gloves beat him mercilessly like a punching bag.
After all that effort, the guy was already on the verge of death.
Seeing that the fight was almost over, Liu Kun waved the boxer away, and then someone immediately came over and poured a ladle of water on Wang Chenghu's face.
Wang Chenghu jolted awake, but his head drooped down; the ordeal had left him too weak to even beg for mercy.
“Fat Tiger, one of the Five Tigers of Yuecheng, is a man of some standing. I welcome you to come and have some fun, but why do you have to come and cause trouble?” Liu Kun slowly stood up and walked up to Wang Chenghu.
Wang Chenghu's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something or force a smile to show goodwill.
But now that he's on the verge of death, how could he possibly have the strength to speak?
"It's fine if you go on a drunken rampage, and it's fine if you hit my man, but you fucking insulted my brother." Liu Kun reached out and slapped the guy across the face, making a loud slapping sound.
Wang Chenghu remained completely unresponsive; this guy was truly on the verge of death.
Ye Xingchen glanced at Wang Chenghu, then stepped forward and kicked him.
As he was kicked, a wisp of true energy was transferred to him, and then Wang Chenghu coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Moreover, Ye Xingchen's true energy also helped him recover somewhat. He burst into tears and cried out, "Brother Kun, I'm so sorry, Brother Kun. I just drank a few mouthfuls of horse urine and acted crazy. I really didn't mean to cause trouble. Just treat me like a fart and let it go."
"Hey, not bad, it can even talk?"
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