The Peerless God of War of the Female President

Northern Territory, Shangchuan City, He Family Mansion.

If the Feng family's Feiyang Villa is the most prestigious house in Shangchuan City, then the He Family Mansion is undoubtedly the most luxurious manor in Shangchuan City.

The He family’s mansion is a collection of almost all kinds of architectural styles from the East and the West. The traditional summer buildings with cornices and brackets, small Western Gothic buildings, and even dome-style castles in Central Asia can be seen in the He family’s old mansion. Arrived, it looks a bit nondescript.

At this moment, the He family's mansion was facing a formidable enemy, a dozen bodyguards in black were standing in line in front of the gate of the He family, staring at Yang Chen and fat Wang Tao at the door.

Yang Chen put on the bionic mask again, and stood in front of a group of bodyguards as 'Mu Yi', with a calm expression on his face.

"You, you better hurry up. Let me tell you, my boss is very tight on time. There are millions of dollars every minute, so I don't have time to waste time here with you!"

Since Fatty had no chance to come to the He family's mansion before, these bodyguards did not know him, and only regarded him as the follower of this 'Mu Yi'.

Soon, He Zikun came to the door and appeared in front of Yang Chen.

After the fat man saw He Zikun, he showed no fear on his face, instead he raised his face and said to him: "He Zikun, let me tell you what's going on with your He family? Do you know what it means to treat guests? My boss is here Treating your brothers, if you don't let us in, are you planning to make your brothers permanently disabled?"

He Zikun recognized Fatty at a glance. He never imagined that Fatty, who used to be submissive in front of him, would now talk to him in such a domineering tone.

"Hehe, that's fine, Fatty, it's just been a day since I've seen you, and you're just so embarrassing!"

"It's, it's okay!" The fat man raised his face, "We're not here to catch up with you, in a word, do you still want to cure your brother?"

He Zikun looked at Wang Tao's fat face, his teeth itching with hatred, but he didn't dare to show it, because He Zilong said that the most skilled doctor in Shangchuan couldn't do anything about the injuries of He Zihu and He Zibiao, probably only Yang Chen could cure them.

"Mr. Mu, brother has prepared a banquet and is waiting for you to come!"

Yang Chen ignored him, but pouted at the fat man, "Lead the way forward!"

"Yes!"

After the fat man responded, he pulled He Zikun aside, and walked into the door of He's house with a big swagger.

He Zikun's face was livid, but he could only hold back and dare not attack.

"Fatty, this man who repairs the house really has no taste. He looks like a combination of Chinese and Western, but in fact he is not a dog. No matter how he looks, he looks like a nouveau riche."

The fat man nodded in agreement and said, "Boss, you really hit the nail on the head. Look at how this dilapidated house was built. It has no layout, no special features, and a bunch of miscellaneous things. It's awkward to look at."

The two pointed to the buildings in the manor as if no one was watching, and gritted their teeth angrily as He Zikun and a few bodyguards followed behind.

After bypassing a small forest, they came to a gazebo. In the pavilion, He Zihu and He Zibiao were sitting side by side in wheelchairs, looking at Yang Chen with vicious eyes, while He Zikun stood beside them, looking at Yang Chen's expression. His eyes became more sinister.

He Zilong sat beside the small stone table in the center of the pavilion, pouring tea for himself, completely ignoring Yang Chen who was walking into the pavilion.

"Hi! Well, well?!"

The fat man walked into the gazebo first, and shouted at He Zilong with a haughty face.

"Blind, blind? Can't you see my boss coming? You still pretend to be a wolf with a big tail! You don't even look at your virtue, do you really think you are a gangster? Do you stick a feather duster on the chicken's ass? , you really think you are an eagle?"

He Zilong's hands visibly shook, and even the tea spilled out of the cup.

"Hey, what about you, why are you deaf? And, you're still playing the fucking tea ceremony, can you drink?!"

The fat man's mouth was like a firing machine gun, and he started to derogate He Zilong in various ways as soon as he came in, without any intention of stopping.

He Zilong's face was livid, and he slapped the stone table.

"What are you shooting? What are you afraid of?!"

The fat man walked over to the opposite side of He Zilong with frowning eyes, and looked at him provocatively, "Your hands are itchy? Scratch the wall with your hands, and don't fall here, who are you with?"

Yang Chen stood opposite He Zilong with a half-smile, picked up a purple sand teacup on the tea tray, put it under his nose and smelled it.

"It's a pity that the Maofeng in Yunwu Mountain is after the rain, and the one before the rain will be more fragrant."

After finishing speaking, Yang Chen took a sip, and sat down firmly.

He Zilong looked at Yang Chen with a gloomy face, and said in a deep voice after a long while: "I have already returned Liu Yishou's company to him, you promised to heal my two brothers, let's do it!"

Yang Chen smiled slightly, "He Zilong, you're not very smart, are you? Returning Liu Yishou's company is just my consultation fee for treating your fourth brother. As for your second brother's consultation fee, I don't seem to have mentioned it yet."

"Okay, you can treat my fourth brother now, if you can cure him, we can talk about the consultation fee for treating my second brother!"

Yang Chen nodded with a smile, turned his face and said to Fatty: "Fatty, go and bring He Zibiao here."

"Hey!"

The fat man happily agreed, walked over and pushed He Zibiao's wheelchair in front of Yang Chen.

Yang Chen looked at He Zibiao with a smile and asked: "He Zibiao, how does it feel to pretend to be disabled? Is it cool?"

He Zibiao stared fiercely at Yang Chen, gritted his teeth and said, "Mu, if you can't cure me, you won't have the chance to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, I swear!"

"It seems that the anger in Si Shao's body has not dissipated, Fatty!"

"exist!"

"Take the 'five-finger facial massage technique' that I newly taught you, and give it to Si Shao. If you want to cure this injury, you must first open up the meridians. Now his anger is stagnant in his head, and he can't do it if he doesn't dissipate it."

"okay!"

The fat man responded, walked up to He Zibiao, rolled up his sleeves, pinched the knuckles of his hands, and said with a creepy smile, "Fourth Young Master, this is to heal your injuries, bear with it!"

After finishing speaking, the fat man suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed He Zibiao's hair. Before he could react, the big mouth of his right hand had already slapped his face fiercely.

Snapped--

He Zibiao was taken aback by the beating, "You!"

Snapped--

The fat man swung his arms round, and drew his big mouth again.

"You fucking—"

"To shut up!"

Snapped--

The fat man let out a low drink, and swung his big slap again, greeting He Zibiao with his big mouth as if he didn't want money.

He Zibiao was completely unconscious below the waist, unable to exert any force at all, and his hair was grabbed by the fat man, so he couldn't escape even if he wanted to, so he could only be smacked by the fat man.

"Muyi! Are you courting death?!"

He Zikun suddenly stepped to Yang Chen's side in two steps, and put the pistol on Yang Chen's temple.

Yang Chen raised his eyelids, and said indifferently: "Why, I haven't seen you all night, and I learned to play with guns again?"

He Zikun remembered kneeling down to Yang Chen in front of thousands of people last night, the fire in his heart instantly hit his head, and he shouted at He Zilong: "Brother! Say something, I'll kill this bastard!"

"Fifth Young Master is so deep in the city!" Yang Chen suddenly laughed, "You want to kill me, but you want your elder brother to give an order. Even if someone pursues it in the future, you only need to say 'it was all forced by my elder brother' to kill me!" Put the hat of instigating murder on He Zilong, at most you will end up as an accomplice, high, really high!"

He Zikun's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Stop trying to provoke our brotherhood here. Killing you in Shangchuan City is not much harder than trampling an ant to death! No one will investigate!"

"In that case," Yang Chen suddenly looked up at He Zikun, "What are you waiting for? Shoot, I'll give you another chance, it's still three seconds, if you don't shoot, I will."

It was only then that He Zikun noticed that Yang Chen's gun was on his waist at some point, and it was the gun that Yang Chen took away from him last night.

"While your bullet hit my head, I will shoot at this location. The bullet will penetrate your skin, tear the subcutaneous tissue and muscle, and make a two-centimeter hole in your kidney, and then The bullet will go on and break the ureter and get stuck between your second and third tailbone."

"After I die, you will need to remove a kidney, connect an artificial ureter, and guide the urine into the urine bag in your pocket, and you will spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair just like your two older brothers."

Yang Chen spoke in a calm tone, but fine sweat began to ooze from He Zikun's forehead.