A cold smile touched Ye Chen's lips. He gave a disdainful snort and strode straight toward Kunsang's men. Cries erupted from the crowd. "Does he have a death wish? He actually dared to provoke Kunsang's men!"
"He's asking to die. Even arrogance has its limits."
The onlookers buzzed among themselves, already certain Ye Chen was in for a brutal beating. He might even be hacked to pieces.
"Hm?"
The Fire Dragon Family's party was led by Kunsang's nephew Kuntai, a burly thirty-three-year-old. His long, narrow head looked out of place atop his powerful frame, and it bobbed forward whenever he walked, like a woodpecker's.
Kuntai snorted and looked Ye Chen up and down. He raised a hand to halt his party, then fixed Ye Chen with an arrogant sneer. "Who are you? Can't you see the Fire Dragon Family's insignia?"
Ye Chen looked up at him coldly, as though he were looking at an idiot. His commanding presence and piercing gaze struck Kuntai like a surge of thunder and lightning. Cold sweat broke out on the back of a man who usually killed without blinking. "Who the hell are you?" Kuntai shouted.
Ye Chen gave a cold smile. "Your intelligence is worse than I thought. I'm Ye Chen."
"Ye Chen?" Kuntai was stunned, and so was everyone watching from the street. None of them had seen Ye Chen in person, but his name alone shook them.
When Kuntai remembered that Fujitora had just died at Ye Chen's hands, his face changed. He involuntarily retreated several steps.
Ye Chen pointed at the slaves. "Release them, and I'll spare you. Otherwise, every one of you will leave something behind."
Kuntai hesitated, then glanced back at his men. Their numbers gave him courage. "These slaves are being sent to the Holy Land. You're