Chapter 3337

When Tawana was fervently admiring Ye Chen, Mitsui Yoshitaka saw Ye Chen had the situation under control, and while he was astonished, he was also greatly relieved.

He let out a breath, gave Ye Chen a thumbs-up, and praised: "Mr. Ye, you are indeed formidable! I didn't expect so many trained warriors to be no match for you!"

Ye Chen glanced at him and said coldly: "All these corpses are to be handled by you. Remember, you must clean them up thoroughly, leave no clues, and even if clues remain, do not cause me any unnecessary trouble. Do you understand?"

Seeing over a dozen people killed in one breath, Mitsui Yoshitaka was also somewhat overwhelmed.

The Mitsui family had handled corpses before, but never this many, and moreover, this was in downtown Tokyo—how to deal with these bodies was indeed a thorny problem.

However, before this, his daughter had already promised Ye Chen that if she did not handle this matter cleanly, she would likely look down on him.

Moreover, his daughter had also told Ye Chen that if she failed to handle it well, she would sever their father-daughter relationship. Though his daughter usually appeared quiet and frail, her character was always decisive—what she said, she would do.

Thus, he could only grit his teeth and say: "Mr. Ye, rest assured, I will definitely clean up all these corpses thoroughly."

Ye Chen added: "Furthermore, regarding these living people, aside from the blind one, the rest you must find a way to ship to the Middle East. You need not worry about the exact destination; once past the Suez Canal, contact me, and I will arrange someone to receive them."

To Ye Chen, although he could kill all these warriors, it was entirely unnecessary.

First, they were not trying to kill him, so he had no need to open a massacre here.

Second, these warriors had trained hard since childhood and were excellent laborers—free, cheap, and high-quality manpower. How could he just let them go?

Better to ship them to the headquarters of Wanlong Palace, where there is plenty of work for them.

Mitsui Yoshitaka could not fathom Ye Chen's scheme. Honestly, in terms of workload and difficulty, killing them all would actually be far easier than secretly smuggling them out of the country.

Moreover, the Middle East is not exactly peaceful—what did Ye Chen mean by sending people there?

Still, at this moment, he could not well ask Ye Chen what he wanted these people to do in the Middle East, so he could only reluctantly agree: "Mr. Ye, rest assured, I will arrange everything properly."

Ye Chen nodded and said: "Like this: to prevent you from being careless and to prevent oversights, you will first pay a deposit of five billion US dollars to me. This deposit will be held interest-free by me for three years. If after three years there are no lingering issues, I will return the full five billion unchanged. If you handle it poorly and cause me unnecessary trouble, this money will be considered compensation for my losses."

Everyone present, including Mitsui Yoshitaka, was stunned by Ye Chen's words.

What does 5 billion US dollars mean? Ten Nasdaq-listed companies working hard for a year might not even have that much net profit.

Judging by current dollar fund returns in the financial market, such a sum, even if placed in the most brainless, safest interest-bearing vehicle, would yield at least 5% annually—namely, 250 million US dollars!

Over three years, with compound interest, the interest would be nearly 780 million US dollars!

The Mitsui family's investments are global; they can not only easily produce 5 billion US dollars, but also easily earn over 10% annual returns on that sum.

If Ye Chen's proposal stands, the Mitsui family would effectively forfeit at least 780 million US dollars in interest—equivalent to paying Ye Chen 780 million over the next three years.

This assumes the task is done well, with no oversights.

If done poorly, even the 5 billion principal would be lost.

Mitsui Yoshitaka wanted to cry but had no tears. As a businessman, he believes in business talk—his eyes see only profit. When he sees profit, he instinctively seeks to maximize it; when he sees loss, he instinctively seeks to minimize it.

In his view, Ye Chen's demand for a deposit is itself a loss to him, but given the current situation, he certainly cannot refuse Ye Chen, so he must find a way to minimize his loss as much as possible.

Thus he said to Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, our Mitsui family in Tokyo also has strong strength and high reputation, so you can rest assured—I will definitely handle this flawlessly..."

Ye Chen nodded and said casually: "I know, I believe you. So as long as you guarantee no problems within three years, I will return the deposit in full, not a cent less."

Saying this, Ye Chen directly asked him: "Do you feel this deposit demand is a bit too much, that you cannot bear it?"

Mitsui Yoshitaka was stunned—he did not expect Ye Chen to voice exactly what he was thinking.

He indeed felt the deposit was too much, but...

Yet why did Ye Chen add, at the end of that sentence, "you cannot bear it"?

Was this not outright mocking him?

As the head of the Mitsui family, how could he possibly be unable to bear a 5-billion-US-dollar deposit?

This was essentially forcing him to grit his teeth and accept.

Just as he was at a loss for how to respond, Ye Chen said: "Alright, Mr. Mitsui, I only take your deposit. Saving your family's lives—I haven't even calculated that yet. If you hem and haw, indecisive, then we'll settle this account. Given your net worth, I saved your life—shouldn't you give me ten or twenty billion US dollars in gratitude?"

"Ah?" Mitsui Yoshitaka stared again, thinking: "Do you people like this exist? Opening your mouth with ten or twenty billion in gratitude fees—do you really think I'm a money printer? To print that much money, even a money printer would have to overheat!"

Seeing Ye Chen back him into a corner, Mitsui Yoshitaka knew the best option was still the deposit plan mentioned earlier. If this continued, Ye Chen would want both deposit and gratitude fee—truly a nightmare.

He secretly thought: "Actually, I could also play the rogue—ask him, why? I didn't ask you to save me; you saved yourself, what's it got to do with me? Why should I give you money?"

"If I were even more roguish, I could say: why? The people you killed are yours, not mine—why should I wipe your ass? You say you killed them to save me—was it that earlier line, or did I ask you to save me? Did you get my consent before saving me? No? Then case closed."

But he only dared think such thoughts in his mind, never to speak them aloud.

On one hand, he feared his daughter would look down on him; on the other, he did not know Ye Chen's background, and if he provoked him, Ye Chen might just turn around and kill him.

Left with no choice, he could only say to Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, rest assured, after this matter is over, I will arrange for the finance department to transfer 5 billion US dollars to your account!"

Ye Chen hummed, then turned to Tawana and asked: "Miss Svetlana, counting today afternoon, I've already saved you twice. The first time I saved you, you owe me ten concerts in Huaxia. This second time I saved you—should we add another ten to make it even?"

Tawana hesitated not at all, blurting: "Everything as Mr. Ye says. Mr. Ye says twenty concerts, then twenty it is. If Mr. Ye feels twenty are not enough, we can add more later—I have no problem."

Ye Chen gave her a thumbs-up and praised: "Miss Svetlana is indeed straightforward—people say women are no less than men, and you far surpass most men."

Mitsui Yoshitaka's face immediately fell—he could not miss that Ye Chen was mocking him, engaging in blatant one-upmanship.

Just then, a group of black-robed, short-sword-wielding ninjas came rushing from both sides, at least one or two hundred strong. This surge blocked both ends of the passage completely.

Seeing Ye Chen had just dealt with a batch of warriors, now more ninjas arrived, the relaxed nerves instantly tensed again.

Mitsui Yoshitaka now truly had a death-wish heart. He knew Ye Chen was formidable and had seen his methods, but this time it was not just dozens—it was hundreds, possibly two or three hundred. Even if those two or three hundred stood still, letting Ye Chen poke each forehead with an eyeliner pencil, Ye Chen did not have that many eyeliner pencils.

300 enemies, 30 bullets—no way to manage that!

Ye Chen, however, showed no panic, standing there as relaxed as a spectator.

The fallen warriors, seeing so many ninjas arrive, instantly rekindled hope!

Though they did not know where these ninjas came from, they instinctively assumed these ninjas were here to carry out the same mission as them, to seize the same secret fund.

Given the ninjas' massive scale, they surely could defeat the opposition—then they themselves would be out of danger, right?

Ninja killings are for money—someone hires them to kill, they act, and they value swift entry and exit, even coming and leaving without a trace. So, they likely would not bother themselves.

Thus, one of them hurriedly shouted to the ninjas: "Ninja brothers, quickly kill these people, and you'll get ten billion US dollars in secret funds!"

The lead ninja strode up to him, gave a cold snort, and instantly plunged a short sword into his chest.

The short sword had no blood groove; after insertion, not even a drop of blood flowed out.

The warrior who had been stabbed through the heart only felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his entire body instantly went limp as if his soul had been ripped out, collapsing to the ground.

On the verge of death, he stared weakly at his opponent and murmured, "You... why... why did you kill me..."

The man ignored him, instead walking straight past him to stand before Ye Chen, dropping to one knee with fists clasped in respect, and said solemnly, "Mr. Ye, Hattori Hanzo has led the Iga ninjas to report to you! I arrived too late—please forgive my delay, Mr. Ye!"