Chapter 3377

After sorting out his situation, Matt Finkelstein was the first to speak: "Since Mr. Ye said so, I fully support it! I'll put up this one billion dollars!"

The others looked at each other, their expressions extremely unpleasant.

One of them asked: "Mr. Ye, if we take out this money, will this matter be settled once and for all?"

Ye Chen replied calmly: "It can be settled, but the fund you establish with this money will also apply to you—meaning if you later return to your old ways, the bounty will still be useful against you. If someone exposes your crimes, they can claim the reward. Even if someone kills you, they can still receive the reward."

The man looked gloomy and said: "Your approach is truly unfair to us. We put up the money, yet we still face restrictions, and we might even be killed by assassins hired with our own money. This is unreasonable!"

Ye Chen looked at him and countered: "According to your view, you'll still be doing this kind of thing in the future, right?"

The other muttered quietly: "I think what we do behind closed doors affects no one. It's just people like Matt Finkelstein—organizing our activities while secretly filming us, trying to blackmail us into exposing these things as scandals. Otherwise, we could enjoy ourselves without any connection to the outside world!"

Steve frowned and snapped: "Hank, watch your mouth! You're speaking to Mr. Ye—show some proper respect!"

Seeing Steve's murderous expression, the man grew even more resentful and blurted: "Mr. Rothschild, I respect you deeply, and I also respect Mr. Ye. But everything must be reasonable. We've never engaged in any illegal or disorderly activities in China. If Mr. Ye from China summons us for criticism and threats, and even our future actions in America and other countries fall under his jurisdiction, that's unreasonable!"

Steve said coldly: "Since Mr. Ye said it, it must be reasonable! You damn well stop thinking about how to make money and fill your head with those sordid thoughts. Don't forget you have children and grandchildren—did you ever consider them before doing those things?"

The man looked aggrieved: "Mr. Rothschild, I don't have such grand ambitions. Money isn't everything to me—I just want to live freely afterward. Is that wrong? As for my children and grandchildren, if it weren't for scum like Matt Finkelstein secretly filming videos, they'd never know what I did on those islands. Leaving home, I'm a playboy; returning home, I'm a good husband, father, and grandfather. Isn't that how everyone is?"

Though the others didn't dare speak directly, their expressions all showed agreement.

Ye Chen then said lightly: "I like to meddle. Before I knew about these sordid affairs, what you did in America had nothing to do with me. But now that I know, I must intervene."

After speaking, he looked at the man and sneered: "You enjoy playing, huh? Then I'll make you lose the means to play from now on. If you still want to play later, consider being played with instead of playing with others."

The man felt fear, not understanding Ye Chen's words. He didn't notice Ye Chen infusing a special power into his body—just like Xiao Zong Xiao Yiqian before him—so from now on, he will completely lose his masculine vigor.

Steve looked at Ye Chen and said respectfully: "Mr. Ye, this bastard—I won't eat or drink punishment wine. In my view, it's better to send him to Mr. Hong's dog farm for proper reflection."

Ye Chen laughed: "You really like finding trouble for Master Hong Wu. These people entered China through proper channels, openly and legitimately, and they swaggered into Tianxiang Palace, likely caught on countless cameras. You want Master Hong Wu to send them to the dog farm—isn't that just causing him trouble?"

Steve gritted his teeth: "I just can't stand his appearance. No matter—I'll deal with him when we return to America."

The white man named Hank looked tense, tears in his eyes: "Mr. Rothschild, I was just speaking from the heart—no other meaning..."

Steve still wanted to scold him, but Ye Chen raised his hand to interrupt, looked around, and asked: "Don't you all think that how you secretly toy with people on those islands is your freedom?"

No one dared admit it, but no one denied it either.

They are people whose lifestyle and tastes have evolved into perversion—ordinary life can no longer satisfy them. If they're prevented from doing such things in the future, their lives will lose much joy, and to them, life will become utterly meaningless.

It's like the difference between casual smokers and drug addicts—these people are like worms already poisoned to the marrow. Even smoking won't satisfy them, let alone injecting drugs. In this state, Ye Chen's earlier demand is equivalent to forcing them to quit drugs.

Ye Chen himself understood this, smiled, and waved his hand into the void—intangible spiritual energy scattered everywhere, seeping into these people's bodies.

Then Ye Chen said calmly: "Fine, I'll give you one day to think it over. If tomorrow you notice something wrong with yourselves, remember—this is thanks to your bold friend who raised objections earlier. Tonight I'm still here hosting a banquet. If you decide to accept my advice tomorrow, come to the feast. Steve will host on my behalf. But if you come tomorrow, each person's payment will rise from one hundred million to one billion US dollars."

These people listened, utterly confused, not understanding what Ye Chen meant. He told them to go consider it themselves—does that mean they don't even have to pay the one hundred million?

Hank gritted his teeth and asked directly: "Mr. Ye, if we don't accept your proposal, will you have Matt Finkelstein release those videos publicly, ruining our reputations?"

Ye Chen laughed: "That would be too boring. Rest assured—I won't let Matt expose your actions whether you accept or not. You just need to think carefully: accept today, and it's still one hundred million as I said; accept tomorrow, and it becomes one billion. If you accept today, remember to register with Steve."

After speaking, he stood up and told Steve: "Steve, I won't eat with these perverts. Remember to register them—whether today or tomorrow, you handle the registration. Also, for today's meal, each person must pay ten million US dollars in dining fees. Collect it and give it directly to Master Hong Wu—I'm leaving first."

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Happy New Year to everyone!