The Peerless God of War of the Female President

Wang Baldzi glanced at Wang Yan and Xie Ting behind Yang Chen, leaned close to Yang Chen's ear and whispered:

"After our little master brings someone over, you can push the beatings to the boy who drove the taxi, and then let your girl play with our young master for two days. Anyway, it won't hurt you. I will send you back a single hair, and I guarantee that our young master will not touch you with a single finger, and maybe I can even give you a lot of compensation, which can be said to kill three birds with one stone, how about it?",

Yang Chen rubbed his chin, seemed to ponder for a while and said, "Actually, I have a better idea."

"You say, I will give you a reference."

"My idea is, you and your brothers should squat down against the wall with your heads in your arms, and then quietly wait for your master to join you."

Wang Baldzi was taken aback for a moment, and then his face turned ugly. "Brother, you're so unreasonable. I've told you so much just to see that you are a man, and I don't want you to suffer—"

Yang Chen didn't speak, and pointed to the wall of the hotel porch with a smile.

The corners of Bald Wang's mouth twitched, and he held his head in his hands reluctantly, and said as he walked towards the wall, "Brother, you will know what regret is later!"

Wang Yan walked over to a group of servants who were lying on the ground and pretended to be dead. Each of them kicked their buttocks and reprimanded them: "Are you deaf? Didn't hear you? Can you squat against the wall?"

After being kicked, these little bastards quickly got up, hugged their heads and squatted beside Baldy Wang, squatting in a row.

During the whole process, Xie Ting had been taking photos with her mobile phone. When she saw a row of strong men squatting by the wall, she couldn't help laughing.

Baldy Wang had just squatted down here when a convoy of five off-road vehicles drove towards the hotel quickly and stopped on the ramp at the hotel porch.

After the door opened, a man in a black suit, combed hair, and a pair of sunglasses stepped out of the car.

Behind him was He Zihao whose slap marks on his face hadn't receded.

He Zihao recognized Yang Chen at a glance, pointed at him and said loudly, "Fourth Brother, this guy beat me!"

Hearing He Zihao's address, Yang Chen knew that this person should be the fourth child of the He family's five tigers, He Zibiao.

He Zibiao slowly walked up to Yang Chen, and after taking off his sunglasses, he revealed a pair of dark eyes.

"My brother, did you hit me?"

Yang Chen nodded calmly and said, "That's right, I did."

He Zibiao's tone was flat, showing no sign of anger, "You are the first one who dares to hit my younger brother on the ground in Shangchuan City."

"There is a first time for everything, just get used to it."

He Zibiao ignored Yang Chen, but turned to the more than 20 men in black behind him and said, "Block the road, before I finish my work, I don't want to see anyone appear within a [-]-meter radius of the hotel!"

"Also, tell Lao Wu to dig a hole for me on the construction site, and I will bury him."

"Yes!"

Baldy Wang, who was squatting by the wall with his head in his arms, ran over immediately and said to He Zibiao, "Fourth Master, let me go, I'll dig a hole on Fifth Master's construction site, and I'll bury this kid myself! "

He Zibiao glanced at Baldy Wang, then smiled, and hooked his fingers at him.

Wang Baldzi hesitated for a moment, and moved closer to He Zibiao.

He Zibiao stretched out his arm and hooked Baldy Wang's shoulder, then pointed to a machete that fell on the ground to one of his subordinates, who immediately picked up the knife and handed it to He Zibiao.

"Call our hospital and ask them to prepare for an emergency."

"Yes!"

Wang Baldzi said angrily: "Fourth Master, this kid can just be buried directly, there is no need to send him to the hospital!"

"No, the emergency room I'm talking about is for you."

As soon as He Zibiao finished speaking, he swung his knife and cut it off.

"what--"

Wang Baldzi let out a shrill scream, his right hand had been cut off at the wrist, and fell directly to the ground, with blood spurting wildly.

He Zibiao's hand on Wang Baldzi's shoulder suddenly tightened at this moment, he hugged his neck firmly, and said darkly: "This is what will happen to my He family, remember it, and next time, What I want to cut off is not your hand!"

Bald Wang was so painful that he couldn't speak, so he nodded desperately.

"roll!"

He Zibiao wiped the blood from the knife on Baldy Wang's clothes, then pushed him away.

Bald Wang, who was pushed to the ground, picked up the severed hand that fell on the ground, and ran out quickly enduring the severe pain.

He Zibiao pointed at the gangsters who were still squatting by the wall with a knife, and cursed coldly: "You guys are still waiting for me to chop off your dog's paws?!"

After hearing the words, the younger brothers were about to get up when they heard Yang Chen's voice coldly.

"Whoever dares to move, I will break his leg."

The cold warning sounded like a thunderbolt in the ears of a few punks. An uncontrollable fear rose from the bottom of their hearts and spread to the whole body in an instant. They didn't dare to move again and squatted down obediently.

This scene made He Zibiao's face darken in an instant, and he said coldly: "Very well, from now on, you are no longer my He Zibiao's brothers. If you fall into my hands from now on, you will die."

A few gangsters lowered their heads tremblingly, not daring to look at He Zibiao. They all knew He Zibiao's viciousness, so they were naturally terribly afraid, but they felt that Yang Chen's warning was even more terrifying, and they could not be disobeyed.

Yang Chen smiled slightly, and said lightly: "He Zibiao, right?"

"It's me." He Zibiao's sinister eyes fell on Yang Chen, "You are very kind, you dare to beat someone from my He family."

"I only hit the person who should be hit, never caring which one he is."

He Zibiao stared at Yang Chen for a while, then suddenly laughed.

"It's been a long time since I met such a crazy person, I really can't bear to kill you."

Yang Chen also laughed, "It's been a long time since I met someone as self-righteous as you. Although it's a bit ridiculous, it's very interesting."

He Zibiao shook his neck, and said with a smile: "In Shangchuan City, it's useless to play tricks. This is a place where only fists can survive."

Yang Chen shrugged, "It's just what I want. I've been relying on my fists to survive these years. It seems that Shangchuan City will be especially suitable for my life."

"Then why don't we make a bet on whether you can survive today."

Yang Chen stared at He Zibiao with a half-smile, "Okay, let's talk about the bet."

"If you lose, you die. If you win, you can do whatever you want in Shangchuan City from now on. The He family will stay away from you when they see you."

"Yes," Yang Chen smiled slightly, "But I want to add one more thing, if you lose, when you see me in the future, kneel obediently and call me Lord."

"it is good!"

As He Zibiao uttered the word "good", the knife in his hand suddenly stabbed Yang Chen's chest.

Xie Ting on the side couldn't help but uttered an exclamation, then closed her eyes, not daring to look any more.

Yang Chen made a mistake with both feet, and then leaned back slightly, avoiding the fatal knife by a tiny margin.

The steel knife brushed across Yang Chen's chest, but He Zibiao missed it, but he didn't stop. He turned the steel knife in his hand, held the handle instead, and then retracted his arm, and the coldly shining blade cut straight at Yang Chen. throat.

hum-

A dull strange sound sounded, and He Zibiao felt a strange vibration coming from his body and mind. Looking again, the tip of the knife that stabbed Yang Chen's neck was actually pinched tightly by Yang Chen with two fingers, and he couldn't move at all. .

"The knife is okay, but the knife technique is too bad."

Yang Chen said something with a smile on his face, and then twisted his fingers slightly.

collapse--

With a sound of love, the steel knife in He Zibiao's hand broke into three pieces, and only the handle of the knife remained in his hand!
He Zibiao turned pale with shock, before he could recover, there was a flower in front of his eyes, and Yang Chen's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling was already close at hand.

boom--

He Zibiao's chest seemed to be hit head-on by a speeding train. The huge impact made his feet leave the ground and flew backwards.

boom--

He Zibiao flew directly out of the hotel porch and landed in a fountain pool in front of the hotel, splashing a splash of water.

After splashing twice in the pool, He Zibiao suddenly found out that he was out of control from the waist down, and he couldn't even do it.

In desperation, he had no choice but to use the buoyancy of the water to lift his face out of the water, panting heavily.

However, just as He Zibiao wiped off the water from his face, he opened his eyes and saw Yang Chen standing by the pool, with one foot constantly enlarged in front of his eyes.