Chapter 2875

Antonio had originally wanted to kill Ye Chen, and after being implicitly instigated by Amanramovich, he wished he could immediately find a more secluded place and blow Ye Chen's brains out with a single shot.

The wine cellar was naturally the best choice for killing, so he also wanted to hurry and take Ye Chen there to finish off this noisy and ignorant Chinese man in front of Amanramovich.

Yet he never expected that with death imminent, Ye Chen would be even more anxious than him.

After being stunned for a moment, he pointed at Ye Chen and sneered: "I have killed countless people, but this is the first time I've met someone like you who is so eager to die. Since that's the case, I will grant your wish!"

Having said that, he immediately said to the few people beside him: "Take him down now!"

Julia blocked Ye Chen regardless of her own safety and said sternly: "You cannot do this!"

Antonio did not want his daughter to continue obstructing him, so he thought about having someone take her away directly, but before he could speak, Ye Chen said impatiently: "Why are you wasting so much breath on her? Why not just take her down together? Let her see some blood! Once she sees enough, she will become strong!"

Antonio was so irritated by Ye Chen that his head was buzzing; he simply gritted his teeth and blurted out: "Julia, as a woman of Sicily, you should see more blood! Otherwise, you'll be as weak as a three-year-old girl all day long!"

Having said that, he waved his hand domineeringly at his underlings: "Take them both!"

Ye Chen took the opportunity to withdraw the Qi he had been using to intimidate the few Mafia underlings. The men shuddered, too busy to wonder what had just happened to them, and hurriedly raised their guns to escort the two toward the wine cellar.

Afterward, Antonio made a respectful gesture of invitation toward Amanramovich and said: "Mr. Amanramovich, please, this way!"

Amanramovich was overjoyed; he had long hated Ye Chen to death but lacked the opportunity and courage to kill him. Finding a good chance today to borrow a knife to kill someone, and being able to watch from the sidelines, was truly wonderful.

Thinking that the Wanlong Palace might launch a crazy revenge against Antonio in the future, he looked at Antonio with slight sympathy and said with a smile: "Antonio, it seems you will make me look at you with new eyes today."

Antonio, like a soldier praised by a general, stood straight and said proudly: "Rest assured, Amanramovich, today will surely be an eye-opener for you!"

Amanramovich reminded him from the side: "I see that Chinese kid's physique looks like he has trained; Chinese people are good at Kung Fu, you must be extremely careful!"

Antonio said dismissively: "What kind of bullshit Kung Fu, it's all fake tricks to fool people. Even if Jackie Chan came, I'd still beat him up."

Amanramovich quickly said: "No, no, no, it's better to be cautious. See if there are handcuffs and cuff his hands. One pair isn't enough, at least two pairs, and if there are three, even better!"

Although Antonio didn't understand why Amanramovich was so cautious, he was a big shot after all, and since the big shot had spoken, he certainly had to follow suit.

Thus, he immediately instructed his subordinates: "Prepare a few pairs of handcuffs and cuff that Chinese kid for me, use several pairs!"

Soon, before Ye Chen even reached the wine cellar, his wrists were cuffed with three solid metal handcuffs, and even Qiangzai beside him was cuffed with two pairs, for fear that the two would have any chance to fight back.

Julia begged Antonio all the way to spare Ye Chen, but Antonio ignored her the whole time. This time, Antonio felt for the first time that Ye Chen was right; as a woman from Sicily, Julia indeed possessed a mercy she shouldn't have, and it was time to let her see more blood up close.

The wine cellar Antonio spoke of was in the basement of the manor.

The manor's basement was very large, and there were three wine cellars used solely for storing various fine wines. Two of them were filled with all kinds of good wine, but the largest one contained no fine wine at all; instead, it held a complete set of torture racks used by the 15th-century European Inquisition.

This was the place where Antonio tortured and killed his enemies.

Because Ye Chen's hands were cuffed behind his back with three pairs of handcuffs, Antonio did not have anyone fix him to the torture rack. Instead, after bringing Ye Chen under the rack, he impatiently snatched a pistol from one of his attendants, pressed the muzzle against Ye Chen's forehead, and sneered: "Kid, you're lucky. Usually, those I kill with my own hands are big figures in New York with names and faces. For a small character like you to die by my hand is your blessing!"

Before Ye Chen could speak, Amanramovich on the side was already thinking to himself: "Antonio, this guy is from the Ye family of China. In terms of net worth, he far exceeds you Mafia types. If you really blow his head off, he should be the biggest figure you've ever killed in your life."

With a gun pointed at him, Ye Chen remained fearless. In his view, no matter how powerful a pistol was, it could not hurt him in the slightest. As long as it wasn't a monster like a close-in weapon system, he could face it calmly.

Thus, he said with a smile: "It's truly strange. I haven't been in New York for more than a few hours, and I've been held at gunpoint by two different groups of people. Is this the hospitality of you New York gangsters?"

Antonio didn't understand and asked with a frown: "What do you mean? Two groups? Besides me, who else held a gun to your head?"

Ye Chen said casually: "Oh, no one special, just a few small fries. But don't worry, in a while, I'll take you over to meet them."

"Take me?" Antonio was stunned and asked Ye Chen: "Are you mentally ill? Do you think I will let you leave here alive?"

Seeing that Ye Chen wasn't afraid even with a gun to his forehead, Amanramovich couldn't help but feel uneasy. He felt more and more that every second Ye Chen lived was a threat to him, so he deliberately provoked Antonio, saying with a smile: "Antonio, it seems this Chinese kid isn't afraid of you at all. I guess he thinks you don't dare to pull the trigger!"

Antonio suddenly felt his face burning and immediately said to Amanramovich: "Mr. Amanramovich, please step back a few paces. After I count to three, I will blow his brains out! Don't let yourself get splattered with blood!"

Amanramovich nodded with a smile, stepped back a few paces, and said: "Antonio, you can start the countdown."

Julia knew her father had already made up his mind to kill, but she still made a final effort, crying: "Dad, don't... I beg you... don't kill him... he is innocent..."

Antonio ignored her, stared fixedly at Ye Chen, and said coldly: "Three!"

Ye Chen smiled slightly and said: "Two!"

"Shit!" Antonio didn't expect Ye Chen to still be putting on an act at the very last moment, and gritted his teeth: "Fine, this is the last sound you'll make in this world!"

Having said that, he shouted: "One!"

Then, he pulled the trigger without hesitation!

Bang!

A crisp gunshot, accompanied by Julia's scream, echoed throughout the wine cellar.

Antonio had pulled the trigger very smoothly, and the recoil from his wrist told him that the shot had been fired.

Just as he wanted to see Ye Chen's head bloom, he was horrified to find that Ye Chen was completely unharmed!

He didn't know that the moment he pulled the trigger, Ye Chen had just tilted his head casually to dodge the bullet, and immediately afterward, his head returned to its position, still in front of Antonio's muzzle.

Antonio was stunned. He couldn't see Ye Chen's movement at all; he only felt a blur before his eyes, the bullet was fired, and Ye Chen was still looking at him with a smile, completely fine.

The others were also speechless with shock. Amanramovich was even more dumbfounded; he had been staring at Ye Chen and clearly hadn't seen him move, only feeling that Ye Chen's head had blurred for a moment. How could he be unharmed?

At this moment, Ye Chen looked at the dumbfounded Antonio and said with a smile: "Your marksmanship isn't very good either."

"Fuck!" Antonio didn't bother to think and immediately pulled the trigger at Ye Chen's forehead again.

With a bang, the same bizarre thing happened again.

Ye Chen had actually dodged his bullet once more!

Antonio's jaw dropped, and he muttered: "You... how did you do that?!"

Ye Chen mocked: "This is Chinese Kung Fu, you idiot."

Having said that, he suddenly exerted force with both hands, and the six pairs of handcuffs on his wrists were instantly shattered by his Qi. The metal fragments seemed to have eyes, and with extreme speed and great force, they quickly embedded themselves into the heads of Antonio's eight subordinates, instantly blowing all eight of their heads off!

Seeing his eight subordinates lying on the ground in an instant, with blood flowing everywhere, Antonio thought he had seen a ghost and was so scared he wanted to turn and flee, but his legs had become weak and powerless from extreme fear, and he couldn't take a step.

He was like this, and Amanramovich was the same.

He stared at Ye Chen, dumbstruck, constantly telling himself: "I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming!"

And Qiangzai and Julia were also standing there, stunned, completely unable to believe everything before their eyes.

At this time, Ye Chen reached out and took the Beretta pistol from Antonio's hand, turned it toward his forehead, and asked with a smile: "You really like pointing guns at other people's heads, don't you?"

Antonio was scared out of his wits and muttered in extreme terror: "No... it's not..."

Seeing this situation, Amanramovich hurriedly tried to sneak away, but at this moment, Ye Chen suddenly aimed the gun at his right knee and pulled the trigger decisively!

Bang!

Another gunshot rang out in the wine cellar, and Amanramovich clutched his knee, falling to the ground and howling in pain.

Ye Chen said expressionlessly: "Mr. Amanramovich, take one more step out, and my next shot will go directly into your skull. Do you think I can blow your skull away with one shot?"

Amanramovich hurriedly cried: "I won't leave, I won't leave. Mr. Ye, please rest assured, I absolutely won't leave..."

"Mr. Ye?" Antonio, covered in cold sweat, came back to his senses, looked at Amanramovich lying on the ground, and asked in shock: "You... you know him?!"

Before Amanramovich could speak, Ye Chen said with a smile: "He called me Mr. Ye when he saw me, have you forgotten?"

"I... I don't remember..." Antonio was bewildered, unable to recall it no matter how hard he tried.

Ye Chen sneered: "Your IQ is indeed very low."

Having said that, he looked at Amanramovich and smiled: "Mr. Amanramovich, you played the 'borrowing a knife to kill' trick quite well, but you tried to use a knife meant for killing chickens to slaughter a dragon. Isn't that a bit too wishful?"

Amanramovich said in terror: "Mr... Mr. Ye... I didn't mean that..."

Ye Chen waved his hand: "It's not time for you to settle the bill yet. I'll pay the bill for this Mr. Zano first."

Having said that, he looked at Antonio again and smiled: "You kept saying you wanted your daughter to see blood. She has now seen the blood of so many people, but she hasn't seen your blood yet. Do you think that's appropriate?"

Julia on the side came back to her senses and hurriedly said: "No! I beg you, don't hurt my father!"

Ye Chen looked at her and said coldly: "You have no say here! Your father wanted you to watch how he killed me, and I can also let you watch how I kill him!"

Antonio was so scared that his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, crying: "Mr. Ye, spare my life... I... I will never dare to be disrespectful to you again..."

Ye Chen smiled: "Don't be nervous, I don't intend to take your life yet. I said, I still have to take you to see some people in a while, so you can have a good chat."

"Thank you, Mr. Ye, thank you, Mr. Ye!"

Hearing that Ye Chen didn't intend to take his life, Antonio immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly thanked him while crying.

But before he could even exhale that breath, Ye Chen suddenly raised the gun, bang! A bullet went directly into his left knee, shattering his left knee completely, leaving only skin and flesh attached.

Antonio clutched his left thigh, howling in pain, while Ye Chen asked him calmly: "Just because I'm not killing you for now doesn't mean I won't let you bleed. Why are you so happy so early?"