Chapter 660 280: The Kaiyuan Treasury Coin Rich in Destiny

Chen Han already understood the intentions of these Skull Sect people.

Just looking at the gun in the other party's hand, it felt as though after a big battle, a kindergarten kid was trying to threaten him.

Compared to a fully armed army of a thousand men, isn't this just child's play?

So, he smiled and asked, "Ma San, right? Who told you that you could threaten our Chen Family with the thing in your hand?"

Ma San laughed upon hearing this.

He guessed the thoughts of this Patriarch Chen and mocked, "Are you trying to say that using such weapons in a place like this is very low-level and unwise? Are you saying that the moment a shot is fired, a team of police or even armed police will come to encircle us?"

"We've heard such words countless times. Some even threatened that once we take action, the military would be deployed under the name of anti-terrorism."

"Actually, you seem to not understand one thing. Even if such a situation happens, your life would already be gone. Is there such a need?"

He had seen many people pretending to be tough.

This kind of situation wasn't new to him.

It was a matter of who dared to go all out.

Didn't those people before all give in, and then everything was settled by giving a share of the profits?

At least, that had been the case for him before.

Ma San threatened again with a smile, "Patriarch Chen, even if you're not afraid to die, Chen Dalong will have to come out eventually, right?"

"Don't look at how popular he is now. He's about to become a big star, but who knows, he might soon get caught up in a PC or XD incident, then get exposed and his reputation would be ruined."

"Of course, this doesn't solely refer to Chen Dalong. It applies to other members of the Chen Family too. Even if the Patriarch doesn't think of himself, he should think of the others."

Chen Han found this amusing. The other party had clearly misunderstood his intent, thinking they were in control.

He smiled and asked, "It seems like you've done this kind of thing a lot. Aren't you afraid of getting caught one day?"

Ma San waved his hand dismissively and said, "Patriarch Chen, do you think people like us are afraid of getting caught? Not to scare you, but I have my plane ticket ready. If you die in this hotel today, I'll be out of the country immediately. Who can catch me?"

"Furthermore, if I really get caught, a cleanup crew will appear to deal with me, cutting off all traces. So, be sensible, and let's just mind our own business."

Facing another threat, Chen Han couldn't help but laugh, "No wonder the Skull Sect is considered an Evil Sect. What you do indeed has a bit of wickedness, but unfortunately, you've messed with the wrong person."

"What?" Ma San was obviously taken aback when he heard the words "Skull Sect".

He had no idea what the hell it was.

But from the tone of this Patriarch Chen, he could tell the other was disdainful, not even taking him seriously.

This made him very angry, and he prepared to raise his gun to use some tricks on the other side.

However, as soon as he had the thought, he suddenly felt his palm go numb, followed by an indescribable pain shooting through his nerves.

Instinctively he looked at his palm, only to see a gruesome, blood-spattering hole. The pain penetrating his nerves made him cry out involuntarily.

This made the faces of the cleanup crew change dramatically, instinctively wanting to act, but suddenly they too felt severe pain in their palms, their eyes widened in shock.

Their palms were pierced through by who-knows-what.

As members of the cleanup crew, they instinctively clutched their hands to stop themselves from screaming, but their gazes at Chen Han were filled with fear.

What exactly did he do?

Chen Han looked at these people who didn't make a sound and showed a look of surprise, admiring their toughness.

Then he wanted to see how tough they really were.

He performed Sword Control Technique once again.

In the terrified gazes of Ma San and the cleanup crew, toothpicks began to fly out one by one from the toothpick box in his hand, hovering in front of him.

The next moment, those toothpicks seemed to vanish before their eyes. Immediately after, they felt acute pain in their knees, causing them to stagger and kneel on the ground.

Their knees were shattered by the puncture, with blood spurting out. The pain from such injuries made them unable to hold back their cries of agony.

"Who... who the hell are you?" Ma San now understood how the other side had attacked—with toothpicks.

Are you kidding?

He knew the Chen Family had True Martial Arts.

But is this even martial arts?

This commotion attracted members of the Chen Family, and Chen Dagou and others rushed over. Seeing the scene, they quickly asked, "Xiaohan, what happened?"

"Watch them," Chen Han instructed, pulling out his phone to call Mr. Zheng.

This matter needed the other party to help resolve it. Otherwise, when Uncle JC arrived, even taking statements would be a huge hassle.

When Zheng Ruxin arrived at the hotel, he didn't expect such a situation to occur.

He had informed the supervising JC uncles to come along.

Seeing the situation at the scene, he hurriedly instructed, "Control these people and find out their identities. Using such firearms domestically, we must find out who's behind it."

Simultaneously, he was very scared, images from Linhe County of the old Daoist from the Chen Family and those videos resembling Asura Hell flashing in his mind.

There was indeed a terrifying figure within the Chen Family, and the person held grudges and was very protective.

The last time in Myanmar, it was because the organization there targeted this Patriarch Chen, provoking the old Daoist's retaliation.

He could understand this situation, after all, this Patriarch Chen was the face of the Chen Family.

Attacking the face was the biggest provocation.