With that, his expression darkened, his face filled with killing intent, and he demanded, “Speak. Who are you, and what are you doing here? Tell me straight, and I’ll make it quick. Lie, and I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
The man roared defiantly, “I don’t care who you are. You’ll get nothing out of me! Try me if you dare!”
Ye Chen scoffed, “Try? I don’t waste effort on trash like you.”
With that, he pulled a room key card from his pocket, flicked his wrist, and sent it spinning through the air, wrapped in spiritual energy.
The card, enveloped in spiritual energy, became sharp enough to cut through steel, its protective aura shielding it from any damage.
It sliced through the air with a whoosh, circling the man and cleanly severing both his arms at the shoulders.
Blood sprayed from the wounds like burst fire sprinklers, drenching the others in hot, sticky, sweet, and metallic blood.
Miraculously, the card remained spotless, returning to Ye Chen’s hand in a streak of white.
Ye Chen’s cultivation, enhanced by Lin Wan’er’s ring and the Four Treasures of the Study, had grown immensely.
Though his Soul-Piercing Blade was gone, he could use anything as a substitute. Even a simple room key card could become a weapon to slay thousands.
The men, never having witnessed such an otherworldly spectacle, were paralysed with fear. The man who lost his arms was in such agony he nearly fainted, desperate to scream but unable to, his throat as if gripped by an invisible hand, managing only faint whimpers like a dying dog.
The manager, witnessing this, convulsed violently, then fainted with a roll of his eyes.
Ye Chen ignored the manager and the armless man, turning to the others, their faces covered in blood, and said coldly, “I’m giving you a chance. Will you answer my questions honestly?”
One of them blurted out, “Brother, spare me! I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!”
The others echoed, “I’ll talk too! I’ll talk!”
Ye Chen looked at them and said flatly, “Too late. I only need one survivor.”
With that, he flicked the room key card again, and in an instant, it slit the throats of the others, who collapsed dead on the spot.
The sole survivor was so terrified he wet himself. Though he’d killed without mercy in the past, he’d never seen such horror.
Ye Chen’s methods were like those of a demon from hell, his decisive, no-nonsense killing style more terrifying than death itself.
Shaking uncontrollably, urine pooling beneath him, he stammered, “We… we’re mercenaries hired by Blackwater from the U.S. We’re here to help the Syrian opposition assassinate Hamid and stage a terrorist attack, pinning it on Wanlong Hall…”
Ye Chen had considered they might be after Tawana or Bernard Arnault, but not Hamid.
And hired by the opposition, no less.
What’s more, they planned not only to kill Hamid but also to frame Wanlong Hall for the attack.
He frowned and asked, “They just want to kill Hamid? If they kill him, can they take his generals, soldiers, and base?”
The man quickly explained, “The opposition is working with one of Hamid’s top lieutenants. Once Hamid’s dead, he’ll incite a mutiny, lead some of the troops to join the opposition, and together they’ll take over Hamid’s entire base.”
Ye Chen nodded, understanding the ruthlessness and treachery of the plan.
If this succeeded, they’d seize Hamid’s base, absorb his forces, and brand Wanlong Hall as a terrorist group. They could even team up with Blackwater to attack Wanlong Hall, and if they drove them out, it would be a multi-pronged victory.
Moreover, since Blackwater was involved, they were likely deeply tied to the opposition, possibly planning to take over once Wanlong Hall was ousted.
Just yesterday, Hamid had mentioned the opposition recognised Wanlong Hall’s agreement with the government. Yet, behind the scenes, they were planning a double-cross!
Ye Chen felt a surge of disgust. He despised those who broke their word, betrayed trust, or stabbed others in the back.
If the opposition pulled this off without consequences, Wanlong Hall’s massive infrastructure investments there would be handed to someone else.
With this in mind, Ye Chen devised a plan. Since they wanted to kill two birds with one stone, he’d make them crush their own feet with that stone.
Blackwater, you’ve fallen into your Grandpa Ye’s hands today. Blame your own blindness!
