Chapter 2861: Can God Bless You?

Damn it!

Seeing Ye Chen not only unafraid but even speaking arrogantly, the black man instantly flew into a rage!

He used the butt of his pistol to shove all the bottles and jars on the table onto the floor, then stood up, looming over Ye Chen as he pressed the gun barrel hard against Ye Chen's forehead, his expression grim as he cursed: "Chinese bastard, this is America, the United States of America! You cause trouble here, no one will let you roll back to China, but instead will directly blow your head apart with a gun!"

Ye Chen smiled and said: "You're so arrogant."

After saying that, Ye Chen put away his smile and said contemptuously: "But I'm not afraid!"

The man gritted his teeth and said: "Damn it, are you really tired of living?"

Ye Chen spread his hands and said calmly: "Today I'll just sit right here—whether it's some burning angel or a wild dog in the crematorium, as long as they dare come, they'll have to kneel and sing 'Conquer' for me! Sing well, and I'll spare their dog's life; sing poorly, and I'll twist off their dog's head, then kick it from the east end of Chinatown all the way to the west end."

As he spoke, Ye Chen studied the man's face, frowned, and said: "Your head isn't any good—too long and too sharp, more like a rugby ball. With a head like yours, you can't dribble like a soccer ball; you can only kick long like a rugby ball. So I take back what I just said and say it again: if you sing poorly later, I'll twist off your dog's head and kick it from the east end of Chinatown to the west end with one kick!"

"Fuck!" The man instantly went berserk, his fingers constantly rubbing the trigger, his whole body seeming to go berserk as he bounced side to side within a three-meter space, muttering: "I'm going to kill this bastard! Right now! Immediately!"

After saying that, he gave a look to his few lackeys nearby, and they instantly understood, quickly turning around and tightly closing the roast goose shop's door from the inside.

Once the door was shut, the man again aimed his gun at Ye Chen's glabella and said coldly: "You Chinese bastards just like to ram into gun barrels. Anyway, people like you—I've killed more than one. Adding one more makes no difference. You clowns like you, I don't even put in my eye! Any last words? Say them quick—I'll send you on your way after!"

"Last words?" Ye Chen snorted disdainfully and said: "Someone like you, a piece of trash, can't kill me."

After saying that, he smiled slightly and tapped the tabletop, saying: "Qiangzi, where's my meal?"

Qiangzi came running out from the back kitchen in a panic, holding a bowl of roast goose rice, stammering: "Mr. Ye…… your meal is here……"

As he spoke, he hurriedly tried to place the bowl of roast goose rice in front of Ye Chen.

At that moment, the black man swept his hand and knocked the entire bowl of rice onto the floor, shouting angrily: "Damn it, still wanting to eat rice when death is at your door?!"

After saying that, he turned the gun toward the rice bowl on the floor and instantly pulled the trigger.

With a bang, the bullet pierced the rice bowl, shattering the plastic bowl into pieces, and also frightened Qiangzi so badly his whole body trembled!

Chen Zhaozhong nearby, however, was not frightened at all. He clearly knew in his heart that these people, in front of Ye Chen, were nothing but a bunch of ants—even if it were the entire Burning Angels, in front of Ye Chen they'd just be jumping clowns.

The Fee family in New York was almost like a local emperor, but when Ye Chen, in front of all the Fee family members, personally shot and killed Fee Haoyang, who in the Fee family dared to stop him?

When Ye Chen asked Fee Haoyang's father, grandfather, and great-grandfather whether they accepted his killing of Fee Haoyang, who would dare say they didn't?

Now, a few gang members who don't know the height of heaven or depth of earth dare to wave their guns and jump around in front of Ye Chen, but Ye Chen will absolutely not let them get away easy.

At this moment, the leader stared at Ye Chen, while Ye Chen felt no fear at all—instead, he looked at Qiangzi and said: "Give me another bowl. This trash wasted food; later I'll make him kneel on the ground like a dog and lick every grain of rice clean."

The man's heart was nearly breaking—he had already fired his gun, yet Ye Chen still showed no fear, which made him feel a creepy sensation, while also igniting his killing intent.

He opened his mouth exaggeratedly wide, flapping his two thick lips, and gritted his teeth in uncontrollable rage: "Chinese bastard! Since you're seeking death yourself, I'll send you to meet God!"

After saying that, he forcefully pulled the trigger!

Qiangzi was so frightened he closed his eyes, and the black man's four companions also retreated several steps, seeing their boss had ignited his killing intent. At this moment, all of them wore looks of disdain, fearing that if blood splattered later, it might get on them.

Just as they thought Ye Chen was about to be blown apart by a bullet, the black man stared wide-eyed, straining desperately to pull the trigger while muttering: "What's going on…… why can't I pull the trigger……"

Ye Chen smiled faintly—he had only used a trace of spiritual energy, enough to render the man completely unable to resist. At this moment, the black man's hand couldn't exert even a fraction of strength—let alone pulling the trigger, even a grain of rice couldn't be held in his grip.

The black man still didn't understand what was happening—his arm still had strength, but his five fingers had completely lost obedience. Just as he was terrified, Ye Chen reached out and snatched the gun from his hand. He glanced at the Italian-made M9 pistol and said calmly: "If God truly wants to see me, He must come to me—not me go to Him."

Shit!

The four black men behind him, seeing Ye Chen now holding the man's gun, immediately shouted loudly, panickedly reaching for their waistbands to draw their own pistols and prepare to shoot Ye Chen.

Ye Chen coldly snorted, then suddenly grabbed the leader's black man's wrist, and with a powerful swing, swung him around like a baseball bat!

Before the four could even draw their guns, they felt a thick, black club over a hundred jin smash sideways into them—before they could react, they were instantly swept off their feet and knocked to the ground.

In an instant, all five lay in the corner, wailing in pain.

The one swung out suffered the worst—his entire right arm, at the moment it was flung out, was reduced to just tendons and skin still attached to his body, and in the subsequent impact, his cheekbones, ribs, and leg bones all suffered severe fractures, his bones cracking crackling—who knows how many broke.

Though the four others' injuries weren't as severe, the sudden massive impact felt to them like being hit by a speeding car—each one was covered in wounds, writhing on the ground in agony, howling like ghosts and wolves.

They never imagined an ordinary person could possess such immense strength, and in their hearts they knew they had encountered a master—perhaps this was the legendary kung fu.

At this moment, Ye Chen walked expressionlessly to the five men, looked at their terrified faces, and slowly squatted down.

The five were so frightened their souls seemed to flee, instinctively wanting to dodge, but now they were already curled up in the corner, with nowhere to hide.

The leader had already lost half his life; at this moment, he had completely lost his earlier ferocity, his face filled with panic and unease.

Ye Chen stared at him and delivered a hard slap to his face!

With a crack, it echoed throughout the roast goose shop.

Seeing the man's cheek rapidly swell, Ye Chen smiled and said: "Damn black society? Still Burning Angels…… who the hell gave you this pretentious name? Look at your old donkey face—does it have anything to do with angels?"

The man's cheeks felt like they were exploding from the slap, but at this moment he could only cry and say to Ye Chen: "Sorry, really sorry—I didn't know you still knew kung fu, please let us go, we'll never come back here again!"

Ye Chen frowned, then delivered another hard slap.

This sharp sound made the four nearby feel their eardrums ache.

After delivering the second slap, Ye Chen smiled and asked him: "Just now you weren't that fierce, were you? Holding the gun, your pose was so cool—I thought you'd jump up and fire any second—how did you go soft so fast?"

At this moment, the man was already beaten half-unconscious, but the intense pain on his face kept his mind unusually clear.

He knew he had met a truly formidable opponent today, and now he had no one to help him—he could only humble himself and beg for a chance to live.

Thinking this, he cried and said: "Sir, I really was wrong…… I came from a poor family—after my dad got my mom pregnant, he ran off. My mom worked three jobs alone to raise me. I didn't get much education, and since childhood I've followed the gang just to earn a meal. I also beg you, for my mother's sake, spare my life……"

Ye Chen smiled and asked: "Your tactic now is to first act weak and beg for mercy, then go out and find more people to help you, right?"

The man quickly said: "No! No! Absolutely not! I swear to God!"

Ye Chen slapped him hard across the face and said coldly: "Why do you mention God in every three sentences, yet still come here with a gun to collect protection money? Once you pick up a gun, you're a burning angel; without it, you're God's lamb. So tell me—do you believe in God, or do you believe in the gun?"

"I…… I……" The man, questioned by Ye Chen, didn't know how to answer, and could only force himself to say: "I…… I believe in God……"

Ye Chen countered: "Then what do you think—can God protect you today?"

"I……" The man, for a moment, became even more panicked—he feared that whatever he said wouldn't pass Ye Chen's test. If he said yes, Ye Chen might say no and then blow his head off with a shot; if he said no, Ye Chen might say you're right and still shoot him. Either way, he'd die—so he might as well be damned either way.

At this moment, he was nearly desperate, and could only beg Ye Chen: "Big brother, please spare my life…… I…… I don't want to die…… I'll never mix with gangs again—I swear!"

Seeing the man's extreme fear, Ye Chen smiled slightly and said: "Wanting to live isn't impossible—it just depends on whether you can seize the chance."

Hearing this, the man immediately cried and said: "I'm willing to seize it—I will definitely seize it!"

Ye Chen nodded, pulled the magazine out of the pistol, then handed it to him and said, "You don't like letting people taste the flavor of bullets, do you? Come on, eat all the bullets in here! I warn you, you must eat every single one—none left! No matter how many you leave behind, I'll use the gun to shoot the rest into you!"