They desperately needed money, and if there was one thing One-Eye had plenty of, it was money. He paid a high price to buy their lives and freedom.
It looked fair, but it was shameless.
One-Eye had just stepped out of his room when a young man in black appeared before him.
"Are you the boss here?" Ye Chen asked, staring at One-Eye.
"Brat, who are you?"
Before One-Eye could speak, the thugs beside him charged forward.
"You're asking for it."
One thug roared and swung a fist at Ye Chen's chest. Ye Chen slipped aside. Unable to stop himself, the thug stumbled past him, and Ye Chen turned and kicked him hard in the backside, sending him sprawling face-first onto the floor.
Ye Chen turned back, punching and kicking without mercy. In the blink of an eye, all dozen or so thugs were laid out on the floor.
"Bastard, who the hell are you? How dare you come here and—"
One-Eye broke off and leaped backward, cursing, "Damn it!"
A streak of white light struck the spot where he had just stood. One Yang Finger!
With a sharp pop, a smoking hole appeared in the corridor's solid bluestone floor.
One-Eye stared at Ye Chen in shock, his heart pounding. What kind of sorcery was that? One flick of his finger hit harder than a bullet. If that struck me, it would punch straight through bone.
Ye Chen casually blew on his right index finger. A faint wisp of smoke still rose from it, like the barrel of a gun that had just fired.
"What a rude bunch. Is that how you ask someone's name? I'm Ye Chen!"
"Ye Chen? Hmph. You're that Ghost Hand Ye Chen who just became a Shichibukai, aren't you?"
One-Eye snorted disdainfully. "Our boss is