West Side District, Orange.
After being detained for a full twelve hours, Ye Chen finally waited for Li Tianshun to bail him out and get him released.
His face was livid, and he was in terrible condition.
Although he had cleaned himself up a little, the foul stench that had seeped into him still clung stubbornly to his body. Within five meters of him, even ghosts and gods would keep their distance.
Li Tianshun kept apologizing beside him, bowing and scraping.
Even though the smell made his eyes roll back and his stomach churn, he did not dare show even the slightest hint of disgust.
All he could do was warmly greet Ye Chen's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.
"Damn it... Does this guy really not know how badly he reeks? Or has his nose stopped working? Now that he's out, shouldn't he hurry up and find somewhere to take a bath?"
Ye Chen had already retrieved the Emperor's Divine Cauldron and Abyssal Divine Sword that he had spent a fortune buying at yesterday's auction from the police.
Those two treasures had cost him a full sixty-three billion!
That was over sixty billion in cold, hard cash! How many life-or-death missions would the Temple of the God of Slaughter's assassins have to take to earn that back?
Even someone as wealthy as Ye Chen could not help feeling the sting.
But when he thought of how he would soon make a stunning appearance at the Qiao Family's birthday banquet and shock everyone present, he could not help secretly savoring the thought. The ache in his heart eased considerably.
As long as he could slap the faces of those snobbish Qiao Family relatives who looked down on others, and make his wife Joanna see him in a new light,