The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 457: Who is it, in the end?

Night, silent and still.

The flickering streetlights added to the heavy atmosphere of the little path, where Ye Chenfeng was completely surrounded by seven muscle-bound, bald men.

Even without injecting the blue liquid, these seven men were five or six times stronger than an ordinary person. And now, with the use of the blue liquid, each of their strengths had increased by a whopping fifty times.

Now, each of them was equivalent to fifty ordinary men, so the seven combined equated to three hundred and fifty men—an incredibly formidable group.

However, for Ye Chenfeng, whose Soul Force had reached Level Nine, dealing with the bald men should not pose too much trouble. He was curious about any side effects of the blue liquid. If there were none, and it could enhance one’s strength by fifty times, it would not be considered anything special five hundred years in the future, but in the present era, it was an earth-shattering phenomenon. Thus, Ye Chenfeng was not in a hurry to deal with the bald men. He intended to drag out the time, waiting for the drug’s effects to wear off, and then see what changes would occur in their bodies.

"Tonight, you’re going to obediently hit the road. Your brothers from the Victory Sky Society will soon be joining you down there. Take this punch from your grandpa first," said the overly confident bald man, swinging his cauldron-sized fist at Ye Chenfeng’s chest.

With a "bang," Ye Chenfeng extended his palm to block the bald man’s fist, which had been thrown with full force. Thick veins bulged on the man’s arm, and the air was filled with the "whoosh" of the fist’s wind as it swung.

Ye Chenfeng’s feet stayed firmly planted. However, his palm tingled from the impact. It seemed the bald man with fifty times enhanced strength did have some skill. Yet, to think he could defeat Ye Chenfeng, with his Level Nine Soul Force, was nothing but a pipe dream.

The bald man’s eyes glinted ferociously, filled with disbelief. He was very aware of how powerful his punch had been—one strong enough to kill a tiger. And yet, Ye Chenfeng hadn’t budged an inch? Was Ye Chenfeng’s strength simply too terrifying? And this was after he had increased his own strength by fifty times! If it were him before the enhancement, wouldn’t he have been easily taken down by Ye Chenfeng?

The bald man had guessed one thing wrong: even with their enhanced strength, they were still insignificant in Ye Chenfeng’s eyes. He had delayed taking them down only to observe if the strength-enhancing liquid had any side effects.

After his punch failed to achieve its goal, the bald man retreated a few steps, no longer wearing a smug look, and shouted, "Brothers, let’s go at him together. Tonight, we must send him to meet the King of Hell."

Upon hearing the bald man’s command, the other six men slowly brought their hands together, their bodies brimming with battle intent. With this newfound powerful energy coursing through them, they were eager to unleash it, bombarding Ye Chenfeng with a volley of punches from all directions.

Ye Chenfeng didn’t choose to clash head-on with the bald men but opted for agile evasion. With the speed he could achieve using his Level Nine Soul Force, the bald men couldn’t keep up with his pace.

Thus, a game of cat and mouse began. The attacks from the seven men couldn’t even graze the hem of Ye Chenfeng’s clothes. As time went on, their frustration grew. The bald man yelled, "Ye Chenfeng, you call yourself the leader of the mighty Victory Sky Society! What kind of man hides and dodges? If you’re brave, fight us head-on."

Ye Chenfeng dismissed the bald man’s words with a sneer, saying, "Is it manly for you seven to gang up on me alone? I think if you lot are men, then there are no women left in the world."

"Ye Chenfeng, you will surely die tonight," fumed the bald man, veins on his forehead throbbing as his breathing grew erratic.

"Bang!" A sudden loud explosion erupted on the narrow path, and the body of a man not far from the bald man’s right suddenly burst open without warning. Then came a relentless barrage of "bang, bang, bang, bang, bang" as the bodies of five other men, excluding the bald man, also exploded.

Bathed in the silvery moonlight, the vast, drifting blood mist seemed like a painting filled with meaning that captured one’s gaze; however, if you were to smell the stench of blood in the air, you’d likely not entertain such thoughts. All that remained was fear.

Since the bald man was the last to inject himself with the blue liquid, his time to self-detonate had not yet come. He watched, wide-eyed in horror, as the bodies next to him inexplicably burst apart. Staring at Ye Chenfeng in terror, he believed that all of this had to be Ye Chenfeng’s doing, and his will to fight vanished without a trace. With a trembling voice, he said, "I, I, I beg you to spare me..."

Another "bang!" cut him off before he could finish speaking. The bald man’s body was torn to shreds; his flesh scattered into many pieces along the quiet path.

As soon as Ye Chenfeng witnessed the first person’s body explode, he had roughly guessed the side effects of the blue liquid. It was laughable how the bald man and his group boasted about it, and yet, up until their deaths, they never knew what killed them. They would be utterly clueless ghosts in the Netherworld, utterly foolish.

Leaning against a lamppost, Ye Chenfeng watched the ground littered with chunks of flesh. He took out his phone and called Brother Hu. As soon as the call connected, he said, "Little Hu, help me find out where the leaders of the Blood Dyed Association and the Wanren Association are at the moment. I want to know immediately. Don’t ask why; you’ll naturally find out tomorrow."

Even though Brother Hu had questions, he had to keep them to himself for the time being. Given Victory Sky Society’s influence in Capital City, finding Hao Maoyan and Yin Feilong was not going to be difficult.

Within just five minutes, Brother Hu returned the call: "Boss, I’ve found them. The presidents of the Blood Dyed Association, Hao Maoyan, and the Wanren Association, Yin Feilong, are currently in a private room at a clubhouse; they’re together. I’ll send the address of the clubhouse and their private room number to you in a text message."

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After Hao Maoyan and Yin Feilong had selected seven people to go to their deaths, they returned to the private room of the clubhouse. They hadn’t bothered to clean anything in the room; the remains of the bodyguard who had self-detonated still lay on the floor. With the door to the room closed, the stench of blood was becoming increasingly strong, accompanied by the slow fermentation of the smell of decaying bodies.

Having changed into a fresh set of clothes, Hao Maoyan and Yin Feilong looked at the clock on the wall in the room in unison. If their plan had succeeded today, Ye Chenfeng would be on his way to King Yama by now; if the plan had failed, the seven they sent should have already died in explosions.

Hao Maoyan cleared his slightly dry throat and said, "President Yin, should we check on today’s outcome? It’s not getting us anywhere just sitting here waiting, right?"

Yin Feilong nodded and replied, "President Hao, then have someone check on Ye Chenfeng’s survival. I hope Ye Chenfeng has truly gone to meet King Yama below. Otherwise, I fear our two associations will face the mad reprisal of Victory Sky Society."

"Do you two presidents really wish for my death that badly? What a pity that I, Ye Chenfeng, am not so easy to kill. The rabble you sent after me can never take my life." Ye Chenfeng pushed open the door of the private room unhurriedly, and upon smelling the intense odor of blood, he couldn’t help but frown.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng unscathed, both Hao Maoyan and Yin Feilong realized they had underestimated his strength. They had both witnessed the effects of the blue liquid, which only further suggested that Ye Chenfeng’s individual prowess was terrifying, incredibly so. Perhaps they should never have chosen to oppose Ye Chenfeng in the first place.

"No need to panic, presidents. Just tell me who provided you with that blue liquid, and I, Ye Chen, promise to let you off the hook this evening." Ye Chenfeng’s lips curled slightly into a smile. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)