The Peerless God of War of the Female President

Yang Chen's attitude made He Zihu furious instantly, and he stared at Yang Chen with murderous eyes.

"Boy, I think you have really lived enough!"

Yang Chen still looked at the newspaper without raising his eyes, and said indifferently: "He Zihu, I will warn you one last time, if you don't want He Zibiao to die, get out immediately."

He Zihu was stunned for a moment, "My fourth brother's legs are indeed your fault! Today I—"

"You can't do anything today." Yang Chen looked away from the newspaper, and glanced at He Zihu coldly, "If you dare to do something here, I guarantee that your end will be worse than your fourth brother. try."

"My surname is Mu, you are too crazy! Even if you are a dragon crossing the river, you are destined to be no match for the local snake in Shangchuan City!"

Yang Chen showed a sneer, "Snake? You think highly of your He family too much. In my eyes, you are just a bunch of bugs. As long as I am willing, I can easily crush you to death."

He Zihu finally lost his mind completely due to Yang Chen's contempt. He suddenly reached out and pulled out a pistol from his waist, aiming at Yang Chen.

"Pretend! You should continue to pretend!"

Seeing that Yang Chen didn't speak, He Zihu thought that he was intimidated by the guy in his hands, and the joy of successful revenge flooded his whole body instantly.

Yang Chen squinted his eyes, staring at the gun in He Zihu's hand, and said meaningfully: "It's Glock 92 again, it seems that things in the capital are not over yet!"

Due to the extremely strict gun control in Xia Kingdom, private guns are not allowed in principle at all, but it is not uncommon for a family like the He family to obtain one or two imitation guns through special channels.

But what He Zihu is holding now is a standard weapon of the foreign army, especially when Yang Chen saw this pistol at the murder scene of the Linhai Chamber of Commerce before, so he immediately thought of a series of things that the He family might have with the capital have some kind of connection.

"What? Do you know you're afraid now?" He Zihu gritted his teeth and grinned, "Kneel down for me!"

Yang Chen smiled, looked at He Zihu and asked, "Can you play with guns? Have you ever killed someone?"

He Zihu pointed at Yang Chen with the gun in his hand, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Damn, let, you, kneel, get down!"

"A coward, even if he gets a weapon, can't change his nature."

Yang Chen said, not only did not kneel down, but stood up, walking towards He Zihu step by step.

He Zihu looked at Yang Chen who was walking towards him, and subconsciously panicked, but when he thought that he had a gun in his hand, he became more courageous.

"Do you think I dare not shoot?!" He Zihu pointed the gun at Yang Chen's forehead with a fierce face, his eyes filled with murderous aura.

Yang Chen smiled and shook his head, "I don't know if you dare to shoot, but I know that you have never played with guns, you see, the insurance is not on."

Just when He Zihu was a little dazed and went to check the pistol insurance, he suddenly felt that the gun was gone when he lightened his hand.

He Zihu immediately discovered that the gun that was still in his hand a second ago was already in Yang Chen's hand.

click -

Yang Chen held down the pistol slide, and skillfully pushed it back.A golden bullet flew out of the gun, and landed accurately on Yang Chen's hand.

click, click-

Yang Chen kept moving his hands, unloading the magazine, unloading the slide and removing the barrel...

He Zihu just blinked his eyes, the gun in his hand had already turned into a pile of parts, and fell to his feet with a crackling noise, but Yang Chen never looked at the gun in his hand during the whole process, and kept staring at it with a half-smile. with him.

"Didn't your mother tell you not to play with guns if you have a low IQ?"

"I fuck your mother!"

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He Zihu felt that his lungs were going to be exploded by Yang Chen's anger, so he cursed loudly, raised his fist and aimed at Yang Chen's face, and smashed it.

Yang Chen just tilted his head slightly, and dodged He Zihu's punch in the face, and then pushed He Zihu staggeringly.

"Illegal Possession of a Firearm—"

He Zihu just stood firm, but was pulled by Yang Chen again, and kept staggering backwards.

"Gathering a crowd to stir up trouble—"

"you--"

"Premeditated murder—"

Every time Yang Chen said a word, he pushed He Zihu, just like an elder teaching a disobedient junior, pushing and shoving at will.

This scene stunned many of the guests in the hotel lobby. Almost none of these people didn't know He Zihu. Seeing him being thrown around by Yang Chen like a child, it was as if they had seen a miracle.

Compared with the crowd watching, it was He Zihu himself who was more horrified at this time.

Although he has never learned fighting seriously, his years of street life have allowed him to accumulate a lot of fighting experience.But now, his experiences, even his own strength, have all lost their effect.

Yang Chen's big hand seemed to have a strange force, no matter how much he resisted, he couldn't get rid of the control of that force, and his body was completely uncontrollably manipulated by his big hand.

"Are you guilty?"

Yang Chen finally finished the last sentence, he pushed and pulled casually, and then pressed on his shoulder.

puff-

He Zihu only felt as if his shoulders were pressed against a mountain, and he couldn't hold it anymore, his knees shook and he knelt directly on the ground.

click-

"what--"

The screams, the sound of the floor cracking and the cracking of knee bones mixed together, and everyone's scalp went numb.

The floor tiles below He Zihu's knees had spider web-like cracks that spread out in all directions, and blood soon seeped out of his trousers and flowed out along the cracks.

Yang Chen put his hand on He Zihu's shoulder, looked at him expressionlessly from above, and asked lightly: "Do you know what's wrong?"

"I'll go to you—"

"what--"

He Zihu let out another scream, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

click-

Every joint in He Zihu's body seemed to be under the tremendous pressure, and he kept making teeth-stinging clicking sounds.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"Come on, kill him for me—"

He Zihu yelled with all his strength.

The few bodyguards he brought finally came to their senses at this moment, and rushed towards Yang Chen with punches.

The corner of Yang Chen's mouth turned up slightly, he lowered his head slightly to avoid a punch, and then turned over on the spot with one leg, one foot landed on the ground, while the other precisely landed on the back of the attacker's neck.

puff-

The bodyguard fell to the ground like a broken sack, and did not move at all.

During the whole process, Yang Chen's hand never left He Zihu's shoulder, as if using his shoulder as a pivot, a beautiful Thomas full spin came.

A fist hit Yang Chen who had just landed. Yang Chen leaned back, kicked the bodyguard's chin with one hand and two feet in turn, and kicked him upwards. The hand was still firmly pressed on He Zihu's shoulder...

Ping Ping——

pop-

The seven bodyguards all lay on the ground in various positions in less than 30 seconds, and one fainted without falling.

As the last bodyguard fell in front of He Zihu, he was completely dumbfounded, and felt the horror of the man in front of him for the first time.

"Say, is it wrong?"

"Wrong, wrong!"

He Zihu has been on the streets for many years, so he naturally understands the truth that a good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses. As soon as his attitude softened, he immediately changed his face and repeatedly admitted his mistakes.

"What should I do if I make a mistake?"

"Change, I'll change."

"How to change?"

"I, I apologize, I compensate!"

Yang Chen's hand on He Zihu's shoulder finally took it back, but before He Zihu could breathe a sigh of relief, one of Yang Chen's feet had already kicked him in the chest, directly rolling him backwards several times Just stopped.

Yang Chen reached out and brushed his trousers, snorted coldly, walked back to the teahouse like a leisurely stroll, and continued to pick up the newspaper and read it.

This scene made everyone look dumb, and the entire lobby could hear the quiet needle drop.

The second child of the He family's five tigers, He Zihu and his seven attendants were all lying in the lobby of the Rilton Hotel, while the person who put them down was leisurely reading a newspaper!

He Zihu only felt a surge in his chest, and he vomited a big mouthful of blood.

After spitting out the blood, He Zihu seemed to feel much better, but just as he was about to try to stand up, he was horrified to find that he was completely unconscious from the waist down!

"You, what did you do to me?!"

Yang Chen didn't even look at He Zihu, but glanced at Yue Han, and said, "Manager Yue, I've seen enough of the show, shouldn't it be time to clean up the venue?"

Yue Han smiled, and waved at the waiters, "Drag these rubbish out for me."