CHAPTER 592: CHAPTER 592 I JUST WANT MONEY

As soon as Su Jiu’er spoke, all eyes focused on Ye Guichen.

When they entered the private room earlier, it seemed like everyone had overlooked Ye Guichen.

At this moment, Ye Guichen was in no better condition, his whole body bound by vines, rendering him completely immobile.

In front of him, on the ground, lay a circular object, with a bet of one million written on it.

Su Wu struggled for a long time but found he couldn’t break free from the vines. His face turned grim: "Jiu’er, at a time like this, do you still think he can help us escape?"

These vines, who knows what they were made of. If his hands and feet weren’t bound and he was prepared, Su Wu had confidence that he could defeat Pang Quan.

But under the current circumstances, it seemed Pang Quan had already calculated everything, leaving no room for escape.

Pang Quan glanced at Ye Guichen, smiled lightly, and said, "Ye Guichen! Haha, I’ve known about you for a long time. You’ve killed quite a few members of our Azure Dragon Commerce. But now, it doesn’t matter anymore. From the moment you entered this underground boxing arena, you were already a dead man."

As he spoke, Pang Quan walked up to Ye Guichen, picked up the bet receipt, looked at it, and sighed: "Didn’t expect it, kid, that you had the guts to put down a million on the magician winning! Haha, to be frank, I’ve been planning this match against Lei Nu for a long time, nearly lost over a hundred billion because of you. But alas, bad luck for you today."

"Over a hundred billion?" Duan Nanye’s pupils constricted upon hearing this, and he looked at Ye Guichen with a peculiar gaze: "Brother Ye, what’s going on?"

Ye Guichen’s expression was calm, without a trace of panic: "Brother Duan, I bet on the magician winning before. Actually, I came along with you guys because I wanted to reclaim my bet."

"Bet? How much?" Duan Nanye swallowed, his voice trembled: "No way it’s over a hundred billion, right?"

Ye Guichen smiled: "If I’m not mistaken, it should be a hundred and twenty-three billion."

"Damn!" Duan Nanye couldn’t help but curse: "Shit, a hundred and twenty-three billion, even selling Dragon Teeth wouldn’t get that much money!"

After saying this, Duan Nanye seemingly realized the situation was not right, struggled twice, his face turned bitter: "Brother Ye, what’s the use of having more money! This guy is clearly planning to trap us!"

Duan Nanye understood the situation; Pang Quan killed the two from the Su Family and then would let him go, spreading rumors that Duan Nanye killed them.

By then, Duan Nanye wouldn’t be able to clear his name, and Pang Quan could control him firmly.

Thinking of this, Duan Nanye cursed: "Damn you, Pang! Have the guts, let me go! I’ll fight you to the death!"

Pang Quan laughed mockingly: "Boss Duan, let’s cooperate happily in the future!"

The vines turned sharp once again, piercing into Su Wu, Su Jiu’er, and Ye Guichen’s bodies.

The Su siblings were utterly hopeless.

Duan Nanye closed his eyes, cursing through gritted teeth but helpless.

Just then, Ye Guichen finally spoke: "President Pang, I actually came here today to find King Yan. My grudge with him is personal, and this bet, I wanted to discuss with you. Didn’t expect your intention to kill me, truly disheartening."

"Kid, in my eyes, you’re already a dead man. What, begging for mercy at your deathbed?" Pang Quan sneered, crushed the bet receipt: "From now on, no one ever betted on the magician winning!"

"Sorry, I don’t know how you know it’s a hundred and twenty-three billion, but that money is mine, Pang Quan’s. What does it matter to a dead man?"

"Haha, kid, I know you have skills, many from Azure Dragon Commerce fell by your hand. But so what? The president didn’t have time to deal with you before. Now you’ve come to us, I’ll send you off for him!"

As his words fell.

Several sharp vine spikes shot towards Ye Guichen.

Like they were going to pierce Ye Guichen into a sieve.

Ye Guichen gently shook his head, his body slightly moved, the tightly bound vines snapped open.

The next second, Ye Guichen stepped left, one foot pressing on a vine root emerging from the ground beside Su Jiu’er.

Pop!

It sounded like a balloon bursting, a crisp sound.

The vine that was about to pierce Su Jiu’er’s skin and kill her shattered instantly, disappearing in a blink.

Su Jiu’er had closed her eyes, expecting death, suddenly felt her restraints gone. She opened her eyes, overjoyed: "Ye Guichen, do you really understand witchcraft?"

Ye Guichen didn’t answer, nor did he free Su Wu and Duan Nanye, but smiled at Pang Quan: "President Pang, such petty tricks, trying to snatch my hundred and twenty-three billion, isn’t that a bit unreasonable?"

Pang Quan’s face showed shock.

This Vine Armor Technique was akin to an array.

Pang Quan had already planted countless vines in this private room, these Vine Armors were specially crafted, resistant to fire and water, even weapons found them hard to cut through.

In this room, one would not be exaggerating to call Pang Quan a god.

If he wished, he could easily kill an Innate master.

This showed the power of witchcraft.

He racked his brains, couldn’t figure out how Ye Guichen broke his Vine Armor Technique.

"Who are you?" Pang Quan was panicked, trying to cast the Vine Armor Technique again.

Countless vines crawled over once more.

Ye Guichen didn’t even look, casually scattering them, breaking the vines approaching him as though dismissing illusions, effortless.

Pang Quan’s face grew darker.

He started to retreat.

Ye Guichen stepped forward: "This Vine Armor Technique might be deadly to others, but to me, it’s nothing."

As he spoke, he extended his hand: "Give me the money."

"What money?" Pang Quan played dumb.

"A hundred and twenty-three billion."

"You, you’re being unreasonable!" Pang Quan refused to give money.

Ye Guichen grinned, showing his white teeth: "Since you’re unwilling, forget it."

He abruptly acted, grabbing Pang Quan’s left shoulder, lightly squeezing.

With a scream, Pang Quan’s face turned ashen: "What are you trying to do?"

Pang Quan relied most on his Vine Armor Technique. Now this technique seemed nothing to Ye Guichen, how could he not be terrified?

With Pang Quan’s screams, someone rushed in from outside.

Seeing Pang Quan’s arm hanging limply, Secretary Gao was shocked: "President Pang, what happened?"

"I just want the money, no need to lose lives." Ye Guichen pressed his hand on Pang Quan’s other shoulder, a mischievous smile on his lips.

Suddenly, a commotion outside, someone shouting: "The King Jinling’s people are here!"

As soon as Pang Quan heard this, a subtle, relaxed, and cunning expression appeared at the corner of his eyes: "Kid, you’re bold, daring to kidnap Wang Ying. Now the Wang Family is here, let’s see where you can run!"