The supreme master of the female president

"Master He, that kid is very troublesome. I will trouble you to do it tonight." He Yong turned his head and walked to an Audi car, his body slightly bent, and said very respectfully.

"Even one person can't solve it, what a bunch of trash!"

A gloomy sound came from the car, followed by a short, hooked-nosed old man who walked down slowly and walked straight towards Yang Yitian.

Yang Yitian knocked down the last person to the ground, looked up at the hooked-nosed old man walking towards him, his dark pupils froze slightly, and keenly smelled a hint of danger, it seems that not only a group of young people came tonight , and a more difficult character.

The hooked-nosed old man stood with his hands behind his back, his arms were covered with blood vessels like earthworms, and the eyes that were sunken deep in the eye sockets revealed a sinister and ruthless force, obviously he was not a simple person.

"Boy, Mr. He will do it himself tonight. It is your blessing that you can die in his hands." He Yong followed behind the hooked-nosed old man and looked at Yang Yitian domineeringly, as if he had already seen him. Until he waited for the tragic death scene.

"Shut up, you don't have the right to speak!" The hooked-nosed old man raised his hand and slapped He Yong, seemingly casually, but He Yong flew upside down, fell to the ground and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.

Yang Yitian squinted his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth curled up. It seems that Ningjiang City is also a place where crouching tigers hide dragons. Although this old man with a hooked nose is not comparable to those old monsters in the capital, he should not be underestimated.

Seeing the smile raised at the corner of Yang Yitian's mouth, the hooked-nosed old man frowned, glanced at the dozens of people lying on the ground from the corner of his eye, and saw them wailing continuously, the blood from the wound dyed the rainwater into a dark red .

"You are very good, but you are still a little tender. Hand over that girl Jiang Xinyao, and I can let you go." The hooked-nosed old man knew that Yang Yitian was capable, but he didn't take it seriously, and tonight's goal was Jiang Xinyao , if you can avoid unnecessary complications, try not to cause trouble.

"If you get lost now, maybe I can let you go, otherwise I don't mind sending you this old bone to mix with yellow mud in advance." Yang Yitian smiled lightly.

"Toast, don't eat fine wine." The hooked-nosed old man snorted coldly, his hands shaped like eagle claws, and he grabbed Yang Yitian's throat defiantly, wanting to kill him with one blow.

"It's a bit slow." Yang Yitian turned slightly to the right, avoiding the attack of the hook-nosed old man, and immediately raised the whip leg that pierced the sound of the wind, and threw it at his thin chest.

"boom!"

The hooked-nosed old man wanted to grab Yang Yitian's leg with his hands, but the result was completely different from what he thought. Not only did he not block it, but he stepped back a dozen steps, his hands trembling with severe pain.

"Your hooked claws are not bad, but the strength is not enough, didn't it kick you apart?" Yang Yitian smiled charmingly. He only used another three points of strength just now. Seeing that the old man with the hooked nose was barely able to continue, he couldn't help but I was a little surprised, but that's all.

"You're looking for death!" The hooked-nosed old man became furious. In Ningjiang City, anyone who saw him would not be respected. Even Li Shan would call out He Ye, but now he was humiliated by Yang Yitian and humiliated by his words , must use his life to wash away tonight.

When a person is angry, the explosive power will become more terrifying, yes, but the more flaws will be exposed. The old man with a hooked nose is furious, and his long fingers are as sharp as sharp knives. Every move wants to put Yang Yitian to death. , but would always be easily avoided by him.

Gradually, the hooked-nosed old man found that he couldn't touch Yang Yitian's clothes, and his physical strength was extremely exhausted. Only then did he realize that he was being teased, and the old man roared angrily: "If you have the ability, don't act like a mouse and only dodge!"

"As you wish." Yang Yitian's eyes sank, and his hand clenched into a steel fist, without the slightest reservation, bumped head-on with the hooked-nosed old man.

"Crack!"

A clear sound of bone breaking suddenly sounded, Yang Yitian stood still, and the pupils of the hooked-nosed old man in front of him were filled with disbelief, and the hand in the shape of an eagle's claw had long been limp as if it had no bones .

"Gudong!" He Yong swallowed his saliva on the side. He could see the scene clearly just now. He Cheng, who was famous for his eagle claws in Ningjiang City, was actually defeated by Yang Yitian's punch. The whole hand was abolished.

"Pfft..." He Cheng knelt on the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, his eyes were dull and lifeless, Yang Yitian not only smashed the bones of his hand with a forceful way, even his internal organs were shattered.

Yang Yitian walked up to He Cheng who was still breathing, and said in a deep voice: "Your eagle claws come from Nanlin, I know an old guy who is just like you, he is very strong but has nothing to do with the world, since you are old, Why don't you spend the rest of your days quietly, and insist on being a dog and working hard for people."

He Cheng moved his lips and squeezed out a smile with difficulty. At this moment, he realized that fame and fortune were so vulnerable in the face of death. He smiled with relief: "Yes, I came from Nanlin I came out, I was stained with blood for fame and fortune, and now this end is my due punishment, give me a good time!"

After finishing speaking, He Cheng closed his eyes. He could feel his internal organs bleeding profusely. Even if he could save his life, his hands would be useless. The enemies would keep coming to his door. Instead of dying slowly in pain, it would be better for Yang Yitian to end it sooner. lose yourself.

"Come here." Yang Yitian didn't kill He Cheng, but looked at He Yong indifferently, and his voice was as cold as the Nine Nether Hell.

He Yong's scalp felt numb when he heard Yang Yitian calling himself, the blood in his body stopped flowing, he suddenly took out a gun from his arms, pointed at Yang Yitian and shouted: "Go to hell!"

"bang bang bang"

The gunshots pierced the rainy night, He Yong fired seven shots to finish the bullets, gasping for breath, repeating, die, die.

Da da da.
The sound of footsteps stepping on bloody water entered He Yong's ears. Yang Yitian came to him at some point, grabbed his neck, picked him up like a chicken, and said coldly: "I don't want tonight!" Kill you, take your people back and tell Li Shan, if he doesn't want to die, then stop calling Jiang Xinyao's attention, understand?"

However, He Yong didn't reply for a long time. He rolled his eyes, collapsed and passed out.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the cold wind was blowing people shivering.

"what!"

Suddenly, Jiang Xinyao's terrified screams came from the villa.

Yang Yitian's face was startled, he didn't think that Jiang Xinyao fell in the bathroom like last time, and hurriedly turned and ran towards the attic of the villa, so fast that only an afterimage was left behind.