After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

He sighed with a bitter smile, his voice trembling as he said, "Boss Wang, I really have no money left. To treat my ex-wife's damn cancer, I sold the house, sold the car, and borrowed from all my relatives and friends. But in the end, she still thought I was useless and ran off with a rich old man."

Old Zhao's eyes reddened, and his voice was filled with deep sorrow: "This bar was my last refuge in this world. I stayed here every day, just wanting to keep something to look forward to. But now... it seems that even this last bit of hope has been denied me by God."

Old Zhao seemed to age ten years in an instant. He let his hands fall limply to his sides, closed his eyes, and said in despair, "Go ahead and smash it. Once you're done, I'll leave."

"You old codger, you know what's good for you! Brothers, smash this! Throw all this junk out!" Boss Wang waved his hand triumphantly and gave the order.

A few blond-haired thugs yelled and raised their chairs, ready to smash the bottles on the bar!

At this critical moment.

Jiang Ye, who had been sitting in the shadows in the corner, slowly put down his whiskey glass.

The bottom of the glass collided with the wooden tabletop, making a crisp "click" sound.

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed exceptionally clear at that moment.

Jiang Ye couldn't stand these bullies who relied on their power. Besides, this "Nameless Guy" bar was a peaceful place he had finally found during his wandering journey, a place where his soul could find rest.

These damn bastards dare to cause trouble on his turf and even vandalize the place where he drinks.

They're practically asking for it!

Jiang Ye slowly stood up, his tall and imposing figure casting a powerful shadow in the dim light.

He raised his head, and the languidness and decadence that had been hidden beneath his tousled hair vanished instantly. In their place lay the chilling, icy coldness befitting a tyrant of billions in capital!

Jiang Ye's eyes turned completely cold.

. . . .

This coldness seemed to freeze the surrounding air instantly.

A predictable, devastating defeat is about to unfold in this dilapidated little bar.

"Old man, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to drink the penalty shot, huh? Brothers, smash it!" The blond thug who was leading the group had no idea that death was coming. He yelled and raised the heavy solid wood chair in his hand, aiming it at the row of wine bottles that Old Zhao treasured behind the bar, ready to smash it down hard!

Old Zhao closed his eyes in despair, unable to bear watching what was about to happen.

In the blink of an eye!

Jiang Ye made a move.

His movements were as fast as a cheetah hunting its prey, even leaving a trail of afterimages in the dim light.

There was no unnecessary talk, no fancy moves.

Jiang Ye grabbed the half-empty, thick-bottomed whiskey bottle from the bar, his arm muscles bulging, and with a terrifying force that tore through the air, he swung it mercilessly down at the head of the blond-haired leader!

"Bang—crash!"

A chilling thud, accompanied by the crisp sound of shattering glass, exploded through the bar!

The hard whiskey bottle shattered instantly on blondie's head, turning into countless sharp shards of glass that flew everywhere. Amber-colored liquor mixed with glaring blood streamed wildly down blondie's arrogant face.

Before Huang Mao could even let out a scream, his eyes rolled upwards, the solid wood chair in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and he slumped down like a lump of mud, crashing heavily onto the floor, his life hanging in the balance.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The entire bar seemed to have been put on pause.

The remaining three thugs were dumbfounded. They held up their weapons, ready to smash things, and stared at Jiang Ye, who had suddenly sprung up, as if he were a monster.

No one expected that this seemingly down-and-out motorcycle rider, who had been sitting in the corner, would strike so ruthlessly and decisively! It was practically a kill shot!

Jiang Ye still held half of the sharp glass neck in his hand, and blood dripped down the edge of the glass onto the wooden floor, making a chilling "plop" sound.

He slightly raised his head, his eyes, as cold as an abyss, slowly sweeping over the remaining three thugs.

"Who else wants to smash this?"

Jiang Ye's voice wasn't loud, and it even had a lazy, hoarse quality, but to these thugs, it sounded like a death knell from hell!

"Gulp."

One of the thugs swallowed hard, his legs trembling with fear, and the empty bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered.

"You...you dare to hit my people?!"

The beer-bellied boss, Mr. Wang, finally realized what was happening. Looking at his subordinate lying in a pool of blood, he was so angry his fat jiggled, and he pointed at Jiang Ye's nose, cursing him vehemently.

"Hey kid, what the hell do you think you are? Daring to cause trouble on my turf! You think I won't call a few dozen of my buddies over and have them chop you up?! If you don't pay a hundred thousand in medical bills today, you're not leaving this ancient town alive!"

Faced with Boss Wang's furious threats, Jiang Ye didn't even lift an eyelid.

He casually tossed the blood-stained half of the glass bottle into the trash can, took out a tissue from his pocket, and slowly wiped the alcohol off his fingers.

"Call someone? Okay, I'll give you time."

Jiang Ye sneered, took out his custom-made black phone from his leather jacket pocket, and dialed a number.

The phone rang only once before it was answered instantly.

"Chairman Jiang! You've finally contacted me! Where are you now? Everyone in the company is going crazy with worry!" Lei Heng's excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

Jiang Ye ignored Lei Heng's excitement, his tone icy cold and devoid of any warmth, and directly issued the order.

"Lei Heng, I'm currently in an ancient town on the southwestern border. I'll give you three minutes to find out the background of a nouveau riche landlord surnamed Wang in this town. Within ten minutes, I want to see all his businesses go bankrupt and all his financial chains break down. I want to make him lose everything."

After saying that, Jiang Ye didn't give Lei Heng a chance to ask any more questions and hung up the phone directly.

Throughout the entire process, Jiang Ye did not use any force to threaten or shout; he simply spoke the most terrifying words in the most calm tone.

Upon hearing Jiang Ye's call, Boss Wang on the other end of the line was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, clutching his stomach.

"Hahaha! Holy crap, this is hilarious! Are you trying to play the domineering CEO falling in love with me? And you think you can bankrupt me in ten minutes? Who do you think you are? Jack Ma or Wang Jianlin?"

Boss Wang laughed until tears streamed down his face, pointing at Jiang Ye and sneer, "Look at you, dressed so poorly, riding a beat-up motorcycle, and you dare to act all high and mighty in front of me! Fine, I'll sit here and wait for you for ten minutes! I want to see how you'll bankrupt me! If I'm still alive and well in ten minutes, I'll tear your arrogant mouth to shreds!"

The thugs also burst into laughter, mocking Jiang Ye as an arrogant and delusional lunatic.

"This kid's probably been reading too many online novels; he's lost his mind!"

"Exactly! They're showing off without considering their surroundings. Our Boss Wang is a big shot in this ancient town, with connections everywhere. Who doesn't give him face, whether it's the legitimate or underworld?"