Killing Hamid would mean losing a valuable bargaining chip, and he wasn’t that foolish.
He then aimed his gun at Bernard Arnault and demanded, “And you? What’s your deal? Why aren’t you unconscious?!”
Bernard Arnault’s eyes darted nervously as he stammered, “I… I don’t know what’s going on…”
The leader pointed his gun at the woman collapsed beside Bernard, his wife, and snarled, “You don’t know, huh? Fine! I’ll shoot your wife and see if she’s faking!”
Without hesitation, he was about to pull the trigger.
At that moment, a cold voice came from the door, “Always pointing guns at the weak and helpless, what kind of skill is that?”
The leader instinctively turned to see a young man slowly walking in, wearing a coconut tree-patterned shirt and shorts, flip-flops on his feet, and a smirk of undisguised disdain on his face.
Tawana saw him and felt as if a god had descended, choking back tears, “Mr. Ye… is it really you, Mr. Ye…?”
Her eyes filled with tears, blurring her view of Ye Chen.
Hamid was so excited he nearly jumped, exclaiming, “Brother Ye, you’re finally here! These bastards came to assassinate me, and they just said they’re from Wanlong Temple. I suspect they’re targeting both me and Wanlong Temple!”
Bernard Arnault also recognised Ye Chen.
He didn’t know Ye Chen’s true identity, but that face was etched in his memory, even despised.
It was Ye Chen who, with that fake painting dealer Zhang Ermao, forced him to buy billions in junk for the Rejuvenation Pill auction!
But he never dreamed he’d see this young man on his own island!
And it seemed Tawana knew him too!
Recalling the sudden chaos and the terrorists’ fear, he realised Ye Chen might be the key to turning this around, so he quickly said, “Ye… Mr. Ye, long time no see, Mr. Ye!”
Ye Chen smiled slightly, “Mr. Arnault, long time no see. Are your luxury stores still doing that bundled sales nonsense?”
Bernard Arnault awkwardly avoided Ye Chen’s gaze.
Bundled sales were definitely still happening; his luxury brands thrived on it. Though he’d suffered a loss with the Rejuvenation Pill, his bundled sales targeted global consumers, so the profits were still massive.
Why would he cut off his own cash flow just because of one bad deal? In fact, he’d doubled down on the policy to recoup his losses from the Rejuvenation Pill.
Embarrassed, he said to Ye Chen, “I’m not entirely sure about the bundled sales, but rest assured, Mr. Ye, anything you want from our group’s brands, you can have for free!”
Ye Chen scoffed, “You’re so stingy, if I took something from your store without paying, you’d probably lose sleep for three days and nights, wouldn’t you?”
Bernard Arnault didn’t know how to respond. The leader in black, seeing Ye Chen chatting with the hostages, aimed his gun at him and demanded, “Who the hell are you? What happened to my men outside?!”
Ye Chen laughed, “Your men? I killed them all. Their bodies are piled up outside.”
The leader’s eyes widened, roaring in disbelief, “Impossible! They’re trained mercenaries! How could you, one person, take them all out without a sound?!”
