Chapter 2862

Seeing Ye Chen's stern expression and killing intent in his eyes, the black man was instantly terrified and trembled all over.

At this moment, he had no doubt about Ye Chen's warning—if he didn't obey and swallow the bullets as told, Ye Chen would surely kill him.

But thinking about having to swallow the bullets into his stomach made him feel a sudden wave of dread.

Swallowing them down might be easy, but bringing them back up? That probably wouldn't be so simple.

At one point, he wondered if he should try intimidating Ye Chen with the name "Burning Angels" again, or, like most people in the underworld, sit down and negotiate—see if Ye Chen would give him face; once the other side felt respected, they could go from swords drawn to exchanging jade and silk, share a few drinks, and become brothers from all corners of the earth.

This kind of situation isn't just common in China—it happens in America too; the key is whether you can hit exactly the point that satisfies the other party.

But when the words of reconciliation rose to his lips, he dared not speak them.

Just now, after taking several slaps from Ye Chen, he felt his facial bones might be shattered—his desperate pleas for mercy had done nothing; if he spoke up again now seeking peace, he'd likely get beaten further.

Just as he didn't know what to do, one of his followers beside him had the same thought.

So the follower stepped forward and said: "Sir, today's incident might just be a misunderstanding. We Burning Angels aren't unreasonable—give us face, and we can take you to meet our boss, talk things out properly, maybe even become friends or partners in the future. Why make relations so stiff?"

Seeing his follower voice his own thoughts, the man nodded eagerly: "Yes, yes, sir—look, you know martial arts, have the guts, we Burning Angels have people and territory; if we cooperate, we'll surely dominate everywhere, right?"

Ye Chen looked at the black man and smiled: "Your little follower here is pretty sharp—he knows how to turn enemies into friends."

The black man kept nodding: "Yes, yes… he's always been very clever..."

Ye Chen smiled: "You have such a sharp little follower speaking for you—if I don't give him some face, I'd really be disrespecting his intelligence."

Hearing this, the man instantly became so moved he nearly cried.

He thought in his heart: Ye Chen is truly preparing to let me go!

Though this beating was indeed brutal, at least I don't have to swallow bullets—if I can just survive today, I'll go back and tell the boss; all this talk of turning swords into jade and silk is nonsense—I must seize the chance to kill him and avenge today.

Just as he thought Ye Chen would spare him, secretly dreaming of repaying him a hundredfold, Ye Chen suddenly said: "You once begged God for forgiveness, but God may not forgive you—but today you beg me for forgiveness, and I will give you my forgiveness. Want to try?"

The man instantly became agitated: "I want it! I want it! Respected sir, I, Will Johnson, beg for your forgiveness!"

After speaking, he looked at Ye Chen with eager anticipation, waiting for his forgiveness to descend.

Ye Chen looked at him, smiled faintly, and said loudly: "Swallowing these bullets whole is indeed not easy, so now I give you my forgiveness!"

After saying that, he directly pinched the bullet in his hand, used his middle and ring fingers to hold the casing, and his thumb and index finger to hold the tip—then he pushed hard, and everyone stared in shock as Ye Chen effortlessly pushed the bullet tip completely out of the casing with just two fingers!

They were gang members who dealt with guns all year round and had tried pulling bullet tips before, but standard bullets have tips and casings firmly and stably connected—disassembling them requires professional tools, at least needing a pair of pliers twisted for half a day.

Yet they never imagined Ye Chen could push the bullet tip out with just his fingers.

The few of them stared, mouths agape, hearts filled with dread—if a finger can easily pull out a bullet tip, what would happen if he really put his full strength into a punch to the face? Wouldn't he blast out the brains?

Still, they didn't understand why Ye Chen suddenly pulled out the bullet tip, nor how it related to his talk of forgiveness.

At that moment, Ye Chen looked at the man, raised the now-separated bullet in his hand, smiled faintly, and said: "You want forgiveness, don't you? This is my forgiveness—swallowing a whole bullet is hard, so I've taken it apart to make it easier for you to swallow."

The man instantly felt as if he'd fallen into hell, staring at Ye Chen in utter horror, unable to believe such words came from this handsome young man's mouth.

Ye Chen then reminded him: "By the way, don't forget to thank your good brother—he's the one who got you this chance for forgiveness."

Hearing that, the follower's face instantly turned pale; he looked at the man with evasive eyes and kept shaking his head.

And the man's heart was nearly driven mad with hatred.

If I'd known Ye Chen was playing this kind of dirty trick, I should have just swallowed the whole bullet honestly—after all, if it goes in whole and comes out whole, the gunpowder won't leak in the stomach; now look, I have to swallow the gunpowder myself.

Terrified, the man looked at Ye Chen, tears streaming, and said: "Sir… this… this has gunpowder inside!"

Ye Chen nodded: "I know—what's wrong with gunpowder?"

The man nearly collapsed, pleading: "Eating gunpowder will kill you!"

Ye Chen said coldly: "Look at you—you're suffering from being uneducated. If you'd studied a few more years and hung out with gangs less, you'd know pistol propellant is single-base powder, basically just nitrocellulose—this stuff isn't toxic; eating it won't kill you."

The man shuddered: "I don't believe it… you're definitely lying to me!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly, directly pinched the man's mouth, and poured all the propellant from the bullet into his mouth.

A strong, bitter chemical taste flooded his mouth—his tongue felt numb and painful, he wanted to cough, but before he could, Ye Chen shoved the bullet tip and casing in as well, then gripped his jaw hard so he couldn't open his mouth.

Immediately, Ye Chen said expressionlessly: "You'd better swallow the tip and casing honestly—otherwise, more will keep piling up in your mouth, and if you can't swallow it, I'll use a rod to shove it down!"

After saying that, Ye Chen used one hand to pull another bullet from the magazine, then, the same way, easily pulled out its tip.

The man's soul nearly left his body—he finally realized there was no room for negotiation with Ye Chen; once you try to bargain, you get no forgiveness, only more punishment.

He also knew Ye Chen would never let him go easily—today, if he wanted to leave the roast goose shop and Chinatown alive, his only option was to obey Ye Chen's every command.

Thinking this, the broken man could only grit his teeth and force himself to swallow the metal bullet tip and casing.

Before he could finish swallowing one tip, Ye Chen pried open his mouth again and poured the propellant from another bullet into his mouth.

The other followers watched, hearts pounding with fear, yet secretly relieved—thank goodness this yellow-skinned demon hadn't used such brutal methods on them.

But just as they breathed a sigh of relief inside, Ye Chen suddenly said: "Everyone else who came in with guns—you must also swallow every bullet in your guns. Anyone who refuses will end up just like him!"