"Crack!"

Ye Huan's right fist clenched suddenly, producing a loud explosive sound!

With the first punch he threw, a 6'3" tall, 250-pound black man was sent flying dozens of meters away!

This scene left everyone present dumbfounded!

But what shocked them even more was yet to come!

A huge iron fist of a black man, as big as a sandbag, shattered the air and attacked Ye Huan directly!

Ye Huan, with a cold face, did not flinch and directly swung a punch!

The fists collided with each other!

As the two fists clashed, the sound of bones cracking echoed, and the black man's eyes widened. He clutched his right fist, jumping up and down, letting out a chilling scream!

Ye Huan didn't let him off, suddenly kicking him right in the abdomen!

The black man flew back like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a trash can 30 meters away before coming to a stop!

After landing in the trash can, his whole body formed a bow shape, with his legs and arms draped over the edges of the can, and half his torso and butt sunk inside, a position that made him wish for death!

And due to his excessive weight, the trash can couldn't hold him, bursting open directly, causing him to fall to the ground in close contact with the foul-smelling garbage, trash fragments deeply wedged into the crack of his butt!

Blood flowed freely!

You could tell how bitter the sensation was from his earth-shattering scream!

The few remaining black men, witnessing this scene, were scared witless, and their attacks on Ye Huan froze all at once!

Then, Ye Huan, without breaking a sweat, pummeled them to the ground with a punch and a kick, leaving them with bleeding heads and endless screams!

In less than a minute, of the eight Tyson-like black boxing kings, seven were completely incapacitated, their faces swelling larger than each other, with nosebleeds streaming down. Even if their own mothers were to come over, they wouldn't recognize them!

The more severely injured among them even fainted, their lives uncertain!

The only surviving black man stood still the entire time, but it was clear he was very tense!

At this moment, everyone was dumbstruck!

These boxing kings, being overwhelmed all at once, couldn't even last a minute under the Crown Prince?

Is this true?

This was like the moment Xu Kun knocked on the door—Cai was home already!

No way...

The guests all shook their heads like rattles. They had clearly sensed the kingly aura of the black men earlier, which made even breathing difficult!

These black men were anything but weak, in fact, they were very strong!

But in front of the Crown Prince, they were no match!

Aside, Ye Ming was staring in shock, eyes wide open, unable to grasp what was happening!

He knew very well the capabilities of his bodyguards, each able to take on dozens alone; otherwise, he wouldn't pay them five hundred thousand each per month!

However, in the end, they were brutally countered by Ye Huan!

In less than a minute, Ye Huan had wiped the floor with all of them!

Is this real!? Could this be possible?

The next second, realizing he was being watched by Ye Huan's cold eyes, Ye Ming shivered head to toe, feeling a chill down his spine!

"Cous...Cousin, let's... speak nicely, let's speak nicely..." Ye Ming swallowed and managed an awkward smile.

"What, didn't you just boast about beating me so badly my own mother wouldn't recognize me? Now you want to talk?" Ye Huan sneered, asking playfully.

"It... it's all a misunderstanding, you... you listen to my explanation..." Ye Ming was on the verge of tears.

If he had known beforehand that Ye Huan was this ruthless, he wouldn't have come over even if beaten to death.

Ye Ming originally intended to give Ye Huan a stern warning through various means, including force, to make Ye Huan bow and pledge never to associate with Dragon Fragrance again!

He never expected that using force would be utterly useless against Ye Huan!

So many boxing kings, and they couldn't beat one person!

Ridiculous!

Thinking this, he watched as Ye Huan approached him step by step, his legs turned to jelly, cold sweat breaking out, his face full of fear.

He hastily said:

"Cousin, I... I'm not attending the celebration anymore!"

"I'll… I'll leave now!"

"I'm leaving!"

Ye Ming practically pleaded with these words!

Earlier, he acted as if he were "the King of Heaven" and insisted on entering the hall!

Now, he was groveling, begging Ye Huan to let him leave the hall!

Ye Huan didn't stop, walking up to Ye Ming, raising his palm.

"Smack!!!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed between heaven and earth!

Ye Ming fell to the ground, clutching his blazing cheek, dizzy and seeing stars!

Moreover, he felt humiliated!

Felt deeply humiliated!

The bulging veins on his arm demonstrated his fury!

Ye Ming, born into a high status, had lived a privileged life, when had he ever been humiliated by a slap like this?

This slap from Ye Huan made him burn with rage!

Yet, he dared not do anything!

He knew very well that opposing Ye Huan to the end would only lead to certain death!

Ye Ming held his slightly swollen face, his eyes dark with suppressed anger: "Can I leave now?"

Ye Huan, with an indifferent look, said, "If this happens again, it won't be as simple as a slap."

After saying that, he added, "Scram."

Ye Ming, bitter and resentful to the point of dying, could only swallow this anger, turning around to leave!

As he turned, he realized he still had a bodyguard standing behind him, unharmed, and he paused for a moment.

Once he came to his senses, how could he not know that this bodyguard didn't engage in the fight earlier, just watched it all?

Damn it!

Fifty thousand a month, for this?

"Get moving, stop embarrassing yourself here!" Ye Ming stomped his foot and cursed, deciding to settle the score with this bodyguard once he got back!

The black man looked visibly nervous, hurrying to follow Ye Ming out.

But at this moment.

"Hold on."

Ye Huan, hands in his pockets, corners of his mouth slightly upturned, looking playful, said, "I let him go, but did I say you could leave?"