Chapter 345

n her hand, and when she saw Yang Chen, she swung it at him."You bastard, you dare to pester Xiaoxing Just wait until I kill you!" Zhou Yucui scolded and beat him.With Yang Chen's strength, how could...Chapter 345

The dagger was about to pierce Yang Chen's heart, its tip even touching his clothes.

He was extremely fast, but Yang Chen was even faster. That fist that pierced through the door slammed heavily into the man's chest.

"Bang!"

With a deafening roar, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, that person's body was flung directly out.

Yang Chen's figure flashed, and he instantly arrived beside that person.

Before the other party could even utter a sound, Yang Chen's foot had already landed on his neck. The man's pupils contracted, filled with terror.

He couldn't understand how Yang Chen found him. He hadn't made a sound and had been hiding behind the bedroom door the whole time.

Yang Chen only saw the man's face at this time. He was a man in his thirties, with a muscular physique all over. Just from his ruthless attack just now, it was enough to show that he was extraordinary in skill.

Not only that, he must have killed many people. Only someone like that would be so decisive and efficient when taking action.

Just now, if Yang Chen hadn't felt the murderous aura on the other party, he might have been injured.

"Who sent you"

Yang Chen coldly asked, his voice filled with intense killing intent.

His foot pressed down slightly, and the man felt a crushing force on his neck, as if thousands of pounds were bearing down. Yang Chen could snap his neck with a single thought.

The fear of death turned the man's face as white as a sheet.

"I'm from the Meng family!"

The man gritted his teeth and said, being stepped on the neck by Yang Chen, his voice was extremely muffled.

Yang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. It was the Meng family again. It seemed that he had been too merciful to them, which allowed them to provoke him time and time again.

"I'm from the Meng family, you'd better let me go, or the Meng family will never let you off. After all, in the Meng family, there are experts stronger than me..."

Seeing the change in Yang Chen's eyes, the man thought he was scared and said threateningly.

"Click!"

He hadn't finished speaking when the foot on his neck suddenly exerted force. A sharp crack echoed as his neck snapped, and the man died with eyes wide open in disbelief.

"This is the last time, if the Meng family dares to provoke again, then we can only erase them!"

After doing all of that, Yang Chen acted as if nothing had happened, and calmly said.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number: "There's a body in my bedroom, leave it at the doorstep of the casino, and by the way, replace the bedroom door. I'll be back in two hours."

"Yes!"

The other party should reply.

From the moment Yang Chen entered to now, only two minutes have passed.

"Xiao Yi still has a little work to take care of, let's go first. She'll come over after she's finished."

Yang Chen had just gotten into the car when Qin Xi looked at him and said.

"Good!"

Yang Chen nodded and started the car to leave.

Jiangzhou, Zhuang's family.

Inside a single-family villa, a white-haired old man in Tang suit sat before a high-end solid wood tea table.

And beside him stood Zhuang Jia's most outstanding generation, Zhuang Sheng.

"Mr. Hong, thanks to you, otherwise, this mission the head of the family gave me would definitely not have been completed. I'll toast you with tea instead of wine!"

Zhuang Sheng poured two cups of tea, offering one to the elder and taking one for himself. With a respectful expression, he said,

"That's perfectly alright, no need to be so polite!"

After finishing his words, Lao Hong picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

"Old Hong, have you seen that video That kid can kill someone from dozens of meters away with just a pen. What do you think, with his skill, how long could he last in Zhao brother's hands"

Chuang Sheng suddenly asked.

Although Lao Hong always appeared confident, he was still uneasy and didn't dare to show it in front of him.

Hong Lao scoffed with disdain: "Mere trifles!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he grabbed an iron spoon from the tea table. With a casual flick of his wrist, a cold gleam flashed through the air.hua's face flushed red, thinking about this matter, he felt that Old Zhou was so foolish."Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. It's a bummer!"Miao Zhenyu looked at Han Xiaoxiao again and asked,...