Rural Shennong

Lei Jialan secretly said, "Oops!"

What she was most worried about finally happened.

Having been in contact with Chen Ping for so long, Lei Jialan understands Chen Pingning's unyielding character very well.

Coincidentally, Yang Hanye is also a perverse and domineering master.

The two people's personalities are inherently contradictory. Once they conflict, it will be sparks touching the earth, and there is no room for relaxation.

The problem is that Yang Hanye is not only arrogant, he also has the capital to be arrogant.

Chen Ping had no chance of winning against him.

And Lei Jialan couldn't help even if she wanted to.

She relied on her family power to compete with Yang Hanye.

But because of this matter, her family will only support Yang Hanye, not Chen Ping.

Thinking of this, Lei Jialan quickly interjected, "Chen Ping, calm down."

"Yang Hanye, don't find fault with me anymore."

"I'll say it again, Chen Ping and I are just ordinary friends, you don't need to be jealous!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Hanye and Chen Ping said in unison: "It's none of your business."

All three were stunned.

Yang Hanye chuckled and said, "Chen Ping, right? I've grown up, and you are the first untouchable who dares to talk to me like that."

"Since you don't have the awareness to be a pariah, and you are shameless and unwilling to kneel to me, then I will force you to kneel to me!"

Yang Hanye waved his hand and said, "Beat me to death, but don't really beat me to death."

"I want him to be a cripple in his next life, life would be better than death!"

Lei Jialan turned pale with shock: "Yang Hanye, don't go too far, you don't know..."

The two bodyguards under Yang Hanye stopped Lei Jialan, even if she punched and kicked her, she would not let her go.

An abnormal flush rose from the corner of Yang Hanye's mouth, and his eyes were full of excitement and madness, just waiting for Chen Ping to be maimed and dragged to kneel down in front of him.

Those onlookers couldn't bear to look directly at them. Even Lei Jialan couldn't stop Yang Hanye. Can Chen Ping still ask for it today?

But Chen Ping faced a group of tall and strong bodyguards in black, but his expression was calm, without the slightest panic.

"Many people bully few people?" He chuckled and said, "This is Jiang An, and it's my territory. How dare you play wild here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of people ran up downstairs.

The leaders are Duan Peilong and Hua Biao.

The two rushed into the house first, each holding a baseball bat in his hand.

Duan Peilong shouted: "Who dares to touch my elder brother, I will kill him first!"

Hua Biao didn't say anything, but just stared at Yang Hanye, the hatred in his eyes could be seen by a normal person.

It looked like he was going to eat Yang Hanye alive.

The group of people brought by Duan Peilong filled the private room, and the machetes and sticks in their hands forced Yang Hanye and his bodyguards into a corner.

Yang Hanye hid behind the bodyguard, his face livid: "Do you know who I am? Do you all want to die?"

"Let me tell you, my dad is the first vice president and chief financial officer of the Provincial Industry and Commerce Association."

"You dare to touch a single hair of me, I have bloodbathed you, you gangsters of the nine clans, get out of here!"

Hearing that Yang Hanye's background was so big, Duan Peilong and Hua Biao's subordinates were really a little scared.

Just when Yang Hanye was complacent, Duan Peilong suddenly laughed and said: "Young master of the first vice president of the Provincial Association of Industry and Commerce, you have a great background."

"Do you think I was scared? Fuck him!"

After speaking, he was the first to rush towards Yang Hanye.

Yang Hanye's face was full of disdain. He had been doing crimes in the provincial capital for many years. I don't know how many people would like to let him die, even if they risked their own lives, it would be worth it.

So he often encounters assassinations, and all of his bodyguards are Lianjiazi.

Although he came to Jiang'an this time, he didn't think he would encounter danger, and he didn't bring any real warriors.

But it is more than enough to face a group of punks.

His bodyguards thought so too.

"Dare to fight in front of Young Master Yang? Court death!"

Facing the baseball bat thrown by Duan Peilong, a bodyguard directly punched it with his fist.

"Crack!"

The baseball bat was smashed to pieces, but in the bodyguard's imagination, the situation where the strong man on the opposite side was knocked out by his punched stick did not happen.

Instead, there was a piercing pain in his hand.

The bodyguard's face changed drastically: "Be careful, this is also a Lianjiazi!"

Duan Peilong is not a trainer, he is not as good as Hua Biao in terms of fighting skills and martial arts.

He just let Chen Ping transform it with spiritual liquid.

Whether it is strength or reaction speed, they are far superior to ordinary people. In addition, they often fight and have rich experience, so they don't suffer.

Duan Peilong threw away the half of the baseball bat in his hand, and grinned: "Just these two times, are you crazy about me?"

This time, he also weighed the opponent's skill. After throwing away the baseball bat, he directly punched him.

Hua Biao also fought with Yang Hanye's bodyguard.

His bat was also broken, but Hua Biao didn't throw it away, he used half of the bat as a dagger.

The sharp stubble of a bat is more terrifying than a whole bat.

Hua Biao has also been transformed by the spiritual liquid, and he still has a bit of kung fu foundation, so he can shoot fiercely and greet those bodyguards at their vital points.

Coupled with the fact that Duan Peilong and Hua Biao's confidantes were rushing around, several of those bodyguards were quickly knocked down.

There are only a few left standing in front of Yang Hanye, and they are also at a loss, and they can't last long.

Yang Hanye was startled and terrified, like a madman: "It's wrong, it's all wrong, you all deserve to die!"

At this time, Chen Ping made a move, and when he made a move, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Those bodyguards were at the end of their strength, how could they accept the attack of Chen Ping, a new force.

With three punches and two kicks, he was knocked aside.

At this moment, Hua Biao suddenly snatched a machete from one of his subordinates, and stabbed Yang Hanye viciously in the heart.

Yang Hanye's soul raged: "No~~~!!"

Lei Jialan was also shocked: "Stop!"

Just when the tip of the machete was only half an inch away from Yang Hanye's heart, a hand suddenly grabbed Hua Biao's wrist.

Hua Biao turned his head violently, with a fierce expression on his face.

Seeing that it was Chen Ping who was holding his hand, Hua Biao put away his ferocious expression: "Brother, one person does things and one person is responsible."

"I'll kill him, and just pay for his life!"

Chen Ping took the knife from Hua Biao's hand, and said in a deep voice, "You are my brother, your life is a hundred times more noble than his."

"In the future, you still have to follow me to share the glory and wealth. It's not worth it to be buried with this kind of rubbish!"

Hua Biao's eyes were full of unwillingness: "Brother, you don't know, he..."

Chen Ping waved his hand and said, "You don't need to say, I understand!"

Hua Biao's lifeline was destroyed by a wealthy young man in the provincial capital.

Looking at his performance today, Chen Ping knew that it was Yang Hanye who abolished him back then.

Adding up Hua Biao's and him, they have formed a new and old hatred with Yang Hanye.

This revenge must be avenged.

But Chen Ping would never allow Hua Biao to kill Yang Hanye in public, otherwise Hua Biao would be dead and no one would be able to save him.

All the brothers present today will have to endure the thunderous anger of the Yang family's subsequent revenge, and I don't know how many people will be implicated.

Yang Hanye seemed to understand what Chen Ping was thinking, and he laughed arrogantly:

"Hahaha, an ant is an ant. No matter how many men you have, it doesn't matter how much you can fight? Do you dare to touch a hair on me?"