"Wasn’t he supposed to send Rong Shaoze to Las Vegas?! Why is he here?"
Meiying pondered, "We’ve fallen into a trap. His target wasn’t Rong Shaoze..."
His gaze slowly fixed on Xiaotian.
Lin Xinlan turned pale with fright. She held the child tightly, afraid he would be snatched away.
Xiaotian seemed to sense the danger too. He was very obedient at the moment, not even crying.
Yuan Ye laughed heartily and clapped his hands in praise, "You’re right, my target isn’t Rong Shaoze for now. It’s..."
He raised his hand and pointed at Xiaotian, "Him!"
Rong’s mother took a step forward, fearlessly standing in front of Lin Xinlan, "I spit on you! What kind of lunatic dares to run wild here! Let me tell you, this is B City. Even if you want to cause trouble, you better see if you have the capability!"
Yuan Ye’s gaze turned cold, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.
He curled his lips into a cold smile, "Whether I have the capability, you’ll find out soon."
His voice was icy, and the aura he emitted sent chills down people’s spines.
Even though Rong’s mother had seen many big scenes, she was still intimidated by his presence.
This man was not simple and very dangerous!
Meiying stepped forward, blocking them, and asked calmly, "Should I call you Han Yi, or should I call you Yuan Ye?"
"Yuan Ye is my real name."
"So you are Japanese. We always thought you were Chinese, never expecting your disguise to be so flawless."
Yuan Ye smiled slightly, taking his words as a compliment.
Meiying stated emotionlessly, "Yuan Ye, you can take Xiaotian today, but you must defeat me first. If you can’t beat me, you can’t take Xiaotian. Although you have many people, we also have a lot of personnel here. If it comes to a real fight, no one will benefit."
Back then, Yuan Ye was no match for him.
Later, he lost an arm. Although he now had a prosthetic, he still wasn’t his match.
Meiying was very confident he could defeat Yuan Ye.
Even without confidence, they had no other choice but to fight. They had no retreat now.
Yuan Ye smiled, "I know you’re confident in your skills, but are you sure you can beat me?"
Meiying didn’t speak.
Yuan Ye removed the white glove from his right hand, revealing a silver, mechanical hand.
Everyone who saw his hand widened their eyes in shock.
His hand looked like a robot’s hand from the TV, very similar to a human’s, with each finger moving and having joints.
Yuan Ye flexed his fingers, narrowing his eyes dangerously, "It took me five years to perfect this arm. While training in martial arts for ten years and planning for five years, now is the time to reclaim everything."
This man was truly terrifying.
Just to get revenge, he endured for so many years.
Lin Xinlan grew increasingly worried about Rong Shaoze.
Yuan Ye had prepared so much, definitely not easy to deal with.
Meiying asked again, "I want to know, why didn’t you die back then."
Yuan Ye pointed to the right side of his chest with a hint of pride, smiling faintly, "Because my heart is here."
"Yes, none of you expected my heart to be here, right? Haha, Xuanyuan Bing, that old bastard...