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Chapter 105: Strong Comeback (Part Three)
The Desert Eagle, a firearm that had become a topic of discussion among the people of the Nine Provinces Continent, was initially popularized by a group of guests who attended Dongfang Hao's sixtieth birthday celebration. However, aside from those who had been at the banquet, most others only knew that this gun had a silver-white body, a blend of violence and elegance, with no further knowledge about it.
At that moment, when everyone in the inn saw Ye Huan pull out such a gun from seemingly nowhere, their expressions were filled with confusion. They thought to themselves that such a weapon couldn't possibly have much effect. But as Ye Huan aimed the black muzzle of the silver Desert Eagle at a martial artist rushing toward him from afar, everyone in the inn quickly understood.
"Desert Eagle! He's holding a Desert Eagle!"
"My God, how did he get that?"
"That's so damn cool... I wish I had one..."
As the murmurs spread, Ye Huan paid no mind. His hand held the Desert Eagle steady, his index finger resting lightly on the trigger. In front of him stood a Third-Rank Warrior, sword raised high, frozen in time.
Only Zuo Yi beside Ye Huan seemed unfazed by the scene. He casually tapped his chopsticks on the table, making a rhythmic sound while instructing, "Waiter, clean up the broken plates on the floor and bring out another serving of peanuts."
Glancing at the composed Ye Huan and then at the terrified Third-Rank Warrior with his sword still raised, the waiter nodded hurriedly. He removed all the dishes from his tray and bent down to pick up the shattered pieces of plate without daring to look back as he hurried away.
Once the waiter was far enough away, the Third-Rank Warrior, who valued his life despite being motivated by greed, snapped back to reality. Gritting his teeth, he attempted to make a move. However, Ye Huan didn't give him that chance. With a loud bang, a gaping hole appeared in the warrior's head, blood splattering everywhere and mixing with the scattered peanuts on the ground to create a grotesque tableau.
"Overestimating yourself..."
Ye Huan coldly remarked as he turned his gaze toward those low-ranking martial artists who had followed the man earlier. His killing intent surged forth uncontrollably, causing them to avoid making eye contact with him. One even lowered his head and whispered fearfully, "Don't kill us; we are from Dragon Hall..."
Dragon Hall?!
He had barely mentioned the words "Dragon Hall" when Ye Huan nearly exploded with rage.
Suppressing his anger, he gestured for the junior martial artist who had spoken earlier to step forward. To Ye Huan's surprise, the young man was indeed quite young, looking no more than fifteen or sixteen. It seemed he had entered the underground force of Dragon Hall in a youthful burst of enthusiasm.
Not wanting to continue firing, Ye Huan slowly tucked his Desert Eagle into his waistband and directly addressed the young man, "Tell me, which Dragon Hall do you belong to? The Royal Capital? Beiyuan? Northern Liang?"
Knowing that Dragon Hall had branches throughout Huaxia, Ye Huan wasted no time being polite and pointedly referred to the faction behind the young man.
"I belong to Beiyuan City's Dragon Hall!" Noticing Ye Huan's slight frown, the young man mistakenly thought Ye Huan was intimidated. He spoke with confidence, even taking a step forward.
Realizing this person was becoming increasingly bold, Ye Huan pulled out the Desert Eagle again and pressed it against the young man's head. Yet, he did not kill him; instead, he calmly said, "Young man, don't be too arrogant. Once I finish this meal, I'll accompany you to Beiyuan."
The young man was drenched in cold sweat from Ye Huan's actions. Feeling the icy touch of the Desert Eagle on his forehead, he sensed that he had stepped halfway into the gates of hell.
Suddenly…
On the side, hearing Ye Huan's rather sage-like words, Zuo Yi felt it was somewhat inappropriate for someone only twenty years old to say such things. He promptly spat out the tea he had just sipped.
Wiping his mouth, he took on the role of peacemaker and advised Ye Huan, "Ye Huan, didn't we agree not to act impulsively before your shower? Why are you doing this again?"
With a chuckle, Ye Huan offered no explanation. He tucked the Desert Eagle back into his waistband and sat down without even glancing at the junior martial artist.
Without Ye Huan's orders, the junior martial artist found himself at a loss. Standing there awkwardly while wanting to leave but too afraid to do so made him appear very hesitant.
Treating him as if he were already dead, Ye Huan and Zuo Yi didn’t care. They each poured themselves a full glass of liquor and began to feast heartily. Ye Huan even grew lazy with his chopsticks when it came to the cooked beef; he simply grabbed a large piece with his hands and started gnawing on it like a rugged man from the grasslands.
After a while of eating and drinking to their fill, Ye Huan turned to Zuo Yi to bid farewell. Zuo Yi did not stop him; after all, Ye Huan still bore a charge of being an imperial criminal against him. If word got out, it would tarnish Zuo Yi's reputation as well.
Ye Huan looked back at the low-level warrior standing dumbly to the side, along with a few of his companions behind him. With a helpless shake of his head, he said, "Stop staring, let's go!"
"Go? Where to?"
The low-level warrior couldn't believe that Ye Huan would foolishly walk into Dragon Hall. He thought he must have misheard.
"Didn't I just say? Once we finish eating, I'll accompany you to Beiyuan Longtang! Let's go!" As he spoke, Ye Huan turned around, presenting his back to the low-level warrior.
However, seeing that Ye Huan was completely unguarded, the low-level warrior still didn't dare to make a move. He turned to his companions behind him, hoping to get some answers or hints from them.
They all nodded at the man. The others thought that if they could trick Ye Huan into Dragon Hall, they would be rewarded. They never considered why Ye Huan was so confident and audacious!
After leaving the inn, they mounted their swift horses and headed toward Beiyuan City…
Not long after, having paid for the meal, Zuo Yi also walked out of the inn. He happened to see Ye Huan and the others leaving Sky Star City and couldn't help but mutter softly, "It seems like the underground forces in Beiyuan City are about to be wiped out..."
Zuo Yi's guess was not wrong. This time, Ye Huan had already decided to uproot Dragon Hall's branch in Beiyuan City. However, that was just a minor issue; what troubled Ye Huan the most was Zhang Ren's uncle, Zhang Feng, the lord of Beiyuan City!
During the annual Trial Assembly of Huaxia Nation, Ye Huan had not caused any trouble for this old man. If there were no connections, Ye Huan wouldn't be afraid of him. But now that Zhang Ren had become a friend, Ye Huan truly didn't know how to face him.
Gradually, as they got closer to Beiyuan City, Ye Huan could only push these thoughts out of his mind and decided to take it one step at a time; otherwise, he wouldn't even need to enter the city.
Upon arriving at the city gate of Beiyuan City, they were first noticed by the soldiers guarding it, who appeared tense and alert. Next were some common folk waiting to enter the city.
There was no helping it; after all, Ye Huan's portrait was clearly posted nearby.
Riding on horseback and ignoring the gazes of others, Ye Huan slowly approached the city wall. With each step forward he took, those soldiers retreated a step back. Strangely enough, not a single soldier dared to stop Ye Huan.
As he entered Northern Liang City, Ye Huan was surrounded by no less than a hundred soldiers, positioned in all four directions. With every step he took, the soldiers mirrored his movements. To an unsuspecting observer, it might have seemed like a young nobleman was out for a leisurely stroll, accompanied by numerous attendants.
Upon reaching the main street in the central area of Beiyuan City, more curious citizens gathered around, pointing at Ye Huan from a distance and whispering among themselves.
"Look, that's Ye Huan from the notice posted at the City Gate!"
"Is it really him? Wasn't he in the Southern Xiongnu Empire? Why is he back?"
"I don't know, but now that he's returned, things in Beiyuan are bound to get chaotic again..."
What these citizens said was indeed true; Beiyuan City was about to face unrest, and the reason was simple: Ye Huan had arrived! The city lord, Zhang Feng, would certainly not let him off easily, not to mention the Dragon Hall branch under the Mysterious Old Man.
As Ye Huan moved forward, he was about to inquire about the whereabouts of several low-level warriors from Beiyuan Longtang when a shadow approached at high speed. From a distance came an angry roar: "Ye Huan, how dare you come back!"
Hearing that familiar voice, Ye Huan knew immediately that it was his most troublesome adversary. As the shadow drew closer, it turned out to be none other than Zhang Feng, Zhang Ren's uncle.
"Hey there, long time no see," Ye Huan replied casually as he summoned a Barrett rifle and fired a shot at Zhang Feng's feet, forcing him to halt just as he was advancing.
It must be said that after numerous battles and changes in levels, Ye Huan's marksmanship had significantly improved. Coupled with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy within him, his eyes could now capture others' movements with greater clarity. As it stood, unless someone managed to sneak up on him unexpectedly, it would be quite difficult for an average low-level warrior to harm him.
Realizing the power of the Barrett and glancing at the bullet hole at his feet, Zhang Feng hesitated and did not move forward. Instead, he tried to gauge Ye Huan's level and was momentarily stunned, wearing an expression of disbelief.
Sensing the probing feeling emanating from Zhang Feng nearby, Ye Huan couldn't help but smile and say, "Zhang, the City Lord, how have you been lately?"
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