Chapter 3480: Is It Really You, Mr. Ye?

In the bar, the tourists who had been controlled were now terrified out of their wits.

A perfectly healthy person, just walking to the door, had their skull roll onto the ground—this was simply unimaginable!

The leader at this moment also turned deathly pale with fright, instinctively stepping back a few steps and blurting out: "Quick! There's an enemy!"

The remaining few militants instantly became extremely tense, each raising their guns and warily staring at the door, fearing that tens of thousands of troops would rush in from outside.

The leader's heart was already in complete panic—he had left all three teams outside, and even sent a few from the fourth team to deal with things. If they had truly all met with misfortune, then he himself would surely die today...

Thinking this, he immediately pointed his gun at Tavana and shouted harshly: "Who the hell are you?! Get out here right now! Or I'll shoot her!"

After saying that, he told his few subordinates: "Don't point your guns at the door—point them all at the hostages nearby! When I give the order, I'll say fire, and you'll kill everyone!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding hostages immediately screamed in terror.

The black-clad leader was about to shout angrily when he suddenly noticed that these hostages seemed to have collectively lost consciousness in an instant, each collapsing where they stood.

He and his subordinates fell into a daze and confusion for a moment. Originally, he thought these people had surely conspired to play dead, but then he reconsidered—these people had been right under his nose the whole time; how could they have had a chance to communicate?

Could it be that they all fainted from fright just hearing that the guns would be pointed at them?

But this kind of synchronized movement was also too uniform, wasn't it?!

The black-clad leader stared blankly, then realized that not all hostages had passed out—three people remained conscious: one was Tavana, one was Hamid, and the other was the wealthy tycoon Bernard Arnault.

The black-clad leader was utterly puzzled, looking at the three and asking: "Why haven't you three fainted?!"

Tavana also couldn't understand why her parents, like everyone else, had instantly seemed to lose consciousness. She could only honestly say: "I... I don't know either..."

The black-clad leader looked at Hamid, gritted his teeth, and said: "Hamid, you didn't faint either—honestly tell me, is this incident related to you?!"

Hamid was also deeply puzzled inside, but at this moment he appeared calm, feigning surprise as he asked: "Who are you? How do you know my real name?"

The black-clad man flared up: "Now that it's come to this, I won't hide anything from you—our target this time is to kill you! You damned fool, giving up your comfortable life as a Middle Eastern earth emperor to come here on vacation, now you've got us stuck in this mess—I really want to blow your head off with one shot!"

One subordinate immediately said: "Boss, what are we hesitating for? Just kill that dog Hamid already—kill him, and our mission is half done!"

The black-clad man coldly replied: "I don't need you telling me what to do! Outside, there's a mysterious enemy we can't figure out—we must keep these few as hostages, or we won't have a chance to survive!"

To this black-clad leader, coming here to carry out the mission was for money, not sacrifice.

Although Blackwater Company is huge in scale with countless mercenaries under it, no one ever talks about so-called loyalty.

Everyone who joins Blackwater Company by hanging their head from their waistband does it for money, not to become a "martyr" of Blackwater Company.

So now, he doesn't care whether he can complete the mission—he only cares whether he can walk out of here alive.

If he kills Hamid, he loses a very valuable bargaining chip—he won't make such a stupid mistake.

Immediately, he pointed his gun at Bernard Arnault and demanded harshly: "And you? What's going on with you? Why didn't you faint?!"

Bernard Arnault's eyes darted left and right as he stammered: "I... I don't know what's going on either..."

The black-clad leader pointed his gun at the woman already collapsed beside Bernard Arnault—his wife—and said angrily: "You don't know, huh? Fine! I'll shoot your wife dead—let's see if you're faking it!"

After saying that, he showed no hesitation and was about to pull the trigger.

Just then, a cold voice came from outside the door: "Always pointing guns at these weak women, children, and elders—what kind of skill is that?"

The black-clad leader instinctively turned his head and saw a young man slowly walking in from outside, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts with a coconut tree pattern, flip-flops on his feet, and a blatant look of disdain on his face.

Seeing this figure, Tavana felt as if a deity had descended to earth, and she choked out in disbelief: "Mr. Ye... is it really you, Mr. Ye?"

As she spoke, tears instantly filled her eyes to the brim, so much so that she could no longer clearly see Ye Chen's face.

Hamid nearly jumped up from excitement, exclaiming: "Ye Younger Brother, you've finally come, Ye Younger Brother! These bastards came to assassinate me, and they just claimed to be from the Wanlong Palace—I suspect they're not only targeting me, but also the Wanlong Palace!"

Bernard Arnault also recognized Ye Chen at this moment.

He didn't know Ye Chen's true identity, but he remembered Ye Chen's face all too well—even to the point of hatred.

Because back then, it was he who brought that fake painting seller Zhang Ermao, forcing himself to buy several billion dollars' worth of junk as supplementary goods for the Rejuvenation Pill auction!

Yet he never dreamed he could actually see this young man on his own island!

Moreover, it seemed Tavana also knew this young man!

Thinking back to the sudden change just now, when terrorists instantly became tense and fearful, he realized Ye Chen might be the key to turning the situation around, so he quickly said: "Ye... Mr. Ye, long time no see, Mr. Ye!"

Ye Chen smiled faintly and said: "Mr. Arnault, long time no see—I don't know if your luxury stores are still doing bundled sales lately?"

Bernard Arnault awkwardly avoided Ye Chen's gaze.

Bundling is definitely something we do—our luxury brand makes money entirely through bundling. Although I suffered a big loss last time buying Rejuvenation Pills due to bundling, compared to that, my bundling is a general practice for global consumers, so my income from bundling is definitely higher.

So how could I possibly cut off my own source of income just because I suffered one loss? On the contrary, I now demand they bundle even more aggressively, to quickly earn back the money I spent before, during, and after buying those Rejuvenation Pills.

Thus, he awkwardly said to Ye Chen: "I'm not entirely clear on the specifics of bundling or not, but Mr. Ye, rest assured—no matter which brand's product from our group you take a liking to, you can enjoy a free purchase policy!"

Ye Chen mocked: "You old miser, so stingy you'd rather die—if I walked into your store, took something, and didn't pay, you'd probably lie awake for three days and three nights!"

Bernard Arnault couldn't bring himself to answer, and the black-clad leader hadn't expected Ye Chen to start chatting with the hostages. He immediately pointed his gun at him and demanded: "Who the hell are you? What did you do to my men outside?!"

Ye Chen smiled and said: "Your men are all dead—I killed them, and their bodies are piled up outside."

The black-clad leader stared wide-eyed, incredulously roaring: "Impossible! They're all trained mercenaries—how could you, one person, silently wipe them all out?!"