The Peerless God of War of the Female President

Although the music in the bar was loud, someone still noticed the situation here, but the young people dancing did not panic, but screamed loudly, and even the spotlights that were originally aimed at the stage were also shot at the stage. On Yang Chen's side.

The big man in Hei moved his shoulders, took out a butterfly knife from his waist with his backhand, played it fancy in his hand, and slowly approached Yang Chen.

Yang Chen threw the wine bottle in his hand aside, hooked his fingers at the big black man, full of provocation.

"Brother Hei, stab him!"

"Oh--"

Strange screams accompanied by applause, mixed with heavy metal rock music, stimulated the nerves of everyone in the bar.

"what!"

The big black man let out a strange cry, raised his dagger and stabbed towards Yang Chen's abdomen.

Yang Chen didn't even dodge this time, allowing the big black man's dagger to stab at his abdomen.

Seeing that Yang Chen didn't hide, the big black man thought that he was frightened and stupid, and let out a grin: "Boy, die!"

Snapped--

The big black man felt his wrist go numb, and when his hand was empty, the butterfly knife was already in Yang Chen's hands.

Whizzing--

A brilliant cold light kept flickering in front of Big Hei's eyes, and he could even feel the cold blade brushing against his skin.

The big black man retreated again and again, while Yang Chen pressed on step by step. The sharp butterfly knife seemed to be a work of art in his hands, which was pleasing to the eye.

boom--

The back of the big black man hit a pillar, and he suddenly had no way out, and his heart sank, knowing that this was going to be over.

snatch——

After a muffled sound, a cold smile appeared on Yang Chen's face. After taking two steps back, he turned and walked back to the bar, and said to the bartender, "Have another Bloody Mary."

A wisp of warm liquid flowed down the big black face and flowed to the corner of his mouth.

The big black man licked it, it was blood.

"Ha ha--"

When the spotlight shone on the big black man, the people in the bar suddenly burst into laughter. It turned out that the beard on the big black face was shaved clean by Yang Chen, and he was a bit tough at first. The image of him was suddenly greatly reduced, and it looked a bit nondescript.

The big black man turned his face slowly, only then did he see the butterfly knife passed through his earrings, and was firmly nailed into the concrete pillar, leaving only the handle of the knife exposed.

The bartender mixed another glass of wine for Yang Chen nervously, and quickly said in a low voice: "Brother, hurry up, I'm really doing it for your own good, you've got a big deal!"

Yang Chen took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from his body, pushed them directly in front of the bartender, and said boldly: "Brother, this is a tip for you, for no other reason, I just said this to you!"

The bartender didn't reach out to take the money, but said anxiously: "I really didn't scare you, brother Bao and the others really killed people!"

Yang Chen took out another stack of banknotes and slid them over: "Tell me, how they killed people."

"This……"

The bartender looked at the two stacks of banknotes in front of him, but just as he was about to speak, he looked behind Yang Chen, his face suddenly turned pale, and he lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Yang Chen knew that someone was coming from behind, but he still didn't look back, picked up the Bloody Mary in front of him, and drank it down in one gulp.

"My friend, you're pretty good at it, where did you get it from?"

A somewhat hoarse voice sounded in Yang Chen's ear.

Yang Chen turned his face and took a glance, only to see a muscular man wearing a white baseball cap had already stood beside him.

Seeing the man's figure and the baseball cap on his head, Yang Chen immediately thought of the clothes of those besieging Hou Jun in the video.

A ray of murderous intent flashed from Yang Chen's eyes.

"My friend, let me ask you something!"

"If you ask, do I have to answer you? What are you!"

The man narrowed his eyes, slightly curled up the corners of his mouth, and said with a sneer, "Friend, you'd better be more polite when talking to me."

Yang Chen raised his face, showing a bit of drunkenness, and said: "I've grown up so much, I've always talked like this, you can listen to it if you like it, and get fucked if you don't like it!"

Behind the man, a man wearing a hoodie rushed out after hearing Yang Chen's words, pointed at Yang Chen and cursed: "F*ck, why the fuck are you talking to Brother Bao? Believe it or not, I tore you up!" Q?!"

Yang Chen showed a mocking smile, and said disdainfully: "Shut up, you, if you have that kind, you won't be treated like a dog's leg!"

"I fuck you!"

The man in the hoodie suddenly ran away, pulled out a gleaming machete from his back, stepped in front of Yang Chen in two steps, and chopped off his head.

"Ow—"

There was a lot of strange screams in the bar, and the spotlights began to flicker frantically.

When the lights were extinguished, Yang Chen's figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and when it was turned on again, he reappeared on the high stool outside the bar.The man in the hoodie still held his hand high, but the machete in his hand was already lying quietly on the bar, dripping blood dripping from the knife.

The man on the hood slowly lowered his hand, touched his face, and then let out a scream.

The spotlight shone on the man at this time, and his face was covered with blood. When he yelled, the corners of his mouth were cracked to the base of his ears. Coupled with the shrill screams and ferocious expression, he looked like a ghost!
The man in the baseball cap raised his hand high, and the music stopped abruptly.

"Clear the field and do things!"

Following the man's cold voice, all the lights in the bar were turned on.More than a dozen gangsters watching the scene rushed out from every corner, and immediately surrounded Yang Chen.

The people in the bar also woke up from the frenzy just now, and started screaming and running outside.

They knew in their hearts that if it was just an ordinary fight, it had now escalated into a bloody incident.

The bartender shrank back, and when he was about to turn around and run, he was stopped by Yang Chen.

"Brother, you can't leave. Who will sell me wine when you leave?"

"Brother, I'm not married yet, I don't want to die..."

After the bartender said something, he ran away without looking back.

Yang Chen shook his head helplessly, and casually picked up the machete on the bar counter and waved it at the wine cabinet. When he took it back, there was already a bottle of XO on the knife.

The man in the baseball cap looked at Yang Chen quietly, and after a long time said in a deep voice, "My name is Zhang Bao."

"What's your name? I'm not interested at all."

As Yang Chen said, he unscrewed the lid of the wine bottle, and poured himself a full glass.

"You smashed my place, there must be an explanation."

"Give you an explanation?" Yang Chen suddenly laughed, "I've made a lot of money in a venue ten thousand times bigger than yours. So far no one dares to ask me for an explanation. Who are you?"

"I, Zhang Bao, have been in the capital for more than ten years. I have seen many drunks pretending to be aggressive, but this is the first time I have seen someone pretending to be like you."

Yang Chen's smile became deeper, and he asked unhurriedly: "So what? How are you going to deal with me?"

Zhang Bao smiled, took a look at Yang Chen, and suddenly asked, "Isn't your friend a local?"

"Eastern Region, from the mountains."

"I also came out of the mountains. For the sake of being from the mountains, I will give you a chance to survive."

"Oh? Tell me about it?"

"Come and follow me. From now on, I will guarantee you good food and drink, wearing famous brands, driving luxury cars and sleeping with celebrities. The money you earn will never be spent in your lifetime."

"Really?" Yang Chen showed a half-believing expression, "You are so powerful, why are you still here to watch the scene and be a horse boy for others?"

"Horsemen are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. If you are a horseman for a gangster, you are destined to be on the streets, but if you are a horseman for a big man, is it different?"

"Oh? Then which big man are you a pony for?"

"I--"

Zhang Bao stopped the topic suddenly, and then snorted coldly: "You ask a little too much, whether you agree or not, give me a quick word!"

Yang Chen pretended to be contemplative, and then said: "Since you gave me a chance, for the sake of fairness, I will also give you a chance."

Zhang Bao couldn't help but smiled, "You give me a chance? Do you think I will need your chance now?"

"I don't need it now, but I will need it later."

Yang Chen drank the wine in the glass, then slammed the glass into pieces, stood up, walked to Zhang Bao, stood still, looked straight into his eyes, and slowly said word by word:

"Tell all your subordinates to get out, and then you answer all my questions honestly, and I guarantee that you will not live in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."