Yang Zhichao was shocked and immediately ran over to check.
However, Gao Yuanhui was no longer breathing.
He looked up to the sky and screamed, his eyes red with fear.
A living person was directly slapped to death.
This is simply incredible.
"Jiang Nan, you bastard, I'm going to avenge my godson. I'll peel off your skin, rip off your bones, and kill him. All of you."
Yang Zhichao roared crazily, and he hugged Gao Yuanhui tremblingly, feeling heartbreakingly uncomfortable.
Now, there is no need to think about first aid, my head is almost gone.
Yang Zhichao is willing to go all out. Even if both sides suffer, he will fight Jiangnan to the end.
No matter what Jiangnan's background is.
This godson is the same as his own son. He usually has a godfather.
How to explain to his family.
Only by beheading Jiangnan alive can the hatred be relieved.
Hundreds of people attacked Jiangnan together.
But Jiang Nan was calm, calm and still smoking elegantly.
It seemed that these people were like ants in front of him.
Not worth mentioning.
When they were about to rush to Jiangnan, suddenly there was a huge roar in the sky.
When everyone looked up, their faces changed drastically and they were trembling all over.
It was actually a fighter jet, hovering overhead.
Deafening and enlightening, the momentum is compelling.
No one dared to move again.
Randomly, a cannonball flew directly towards the house and exploded with a bang.
Yang Zhichao was dumbfounded. He never thought in his wildest dreams that Jiangnan would be so powerful.
Although he knew that Jiangnan's strength was extraordinary, what kind of person was he who could call on fighter jets at will?
This is an absolute crushing, and the disparity in strength is too great.
After all, Yang Zhichao was considered the number one figure in Nancheng, but now, he suddenly felt so insignificant in front of Jiangnan.
"Run quickly and retreat."
Hundreds of people quit. It was important to save their lives. If a shell came over, they would all be doomed.
Those who usually fight and fight are just scum in front of fighter jets, vulnerable to a single blow.
I wish I had more than a dozen legs. After a while, the dark crowd disappeared.
Only Gao Yuanhui's body was left, and Yang Zhichao stood there alone.
"Come here." Jiang Nan suddenly stretched out his hand.
Yang Zhichao's lips trembled, his legs trembled, they were as heavy as lead, and he could not move.
After finally reaching Jiang Nan, his face was already pale.
It's been years since I've been this scared.
In this southern city, it doesn't matter if you can walk sideways.
However, in front of Jiang Nan, he found that he was weak.
The fear that comes from the bottom of my heart is beyond words.
"I, I was wrong, buddy, give me a way out. If you want to help Murong Qing seek justice, it doesn't matter. I can compensate you. You can just name the amount, as long as I have it."
Now, Yang Zhichao knows that it is too late to refuse to give in. He has been around for so long and has met a super master. He has to peel off his skin even if he does not die. His life is almost gone. Why do he need money?
"Ten billion, bring it, and you can go." Jiang Nan said calmly, his eyes like lightning, a condescending gaze, and pressure was created invisibly.
Yang Zhichao trembled and immediately took a few steps back, feeling very embarrassed.
"Brother, stop joking. I can't even afford one billion. I really don't have that much. Can we discuss it?"
"Then stop talking nonsense and go to hell." Jiang Nan was majestic and his voice was like thunder.
Yang Zhichao was so frightened that he almost had convulsions, his face was as pale as paper, and he was sweating all over his body.
"Don't, don't, brother, I know it was my fault back then, but He Shanyue really owed me money and I did that, otherwise it wouldn't have happened."
"So, you force other people's wives to come here to drink with you? If it were you, would you feel uncomfortable? Do you feel comfortable?"
Jiang Nan stared at Yang Zhichao, and the air seemed to freeze.
Yang Zhichao knelt directly on the ground. He knew very well that if he didn't put down his dignity, face, and reputation today, he would die.
In the past, it was impossible for him to ask anyone for help in Nancheng. He could only ask for help from others.
But it doesn't matter anymore. In the face of death, it's all nonsense.
Saving your life is more important than anything else. It doesn't matter even if you are laughed out of hand by the people in Nancheng in the future.
He surrendered from the bottom of his heart and obeyed Jiangnan absolutely.
"Brother, I was really wrong. I apologize. I am shameless."
After beating himself, Yang Zhichao crawled over to Murong Qing on his knees.
"Sister-in-law, you are my aunt. I'm really sorry. I'll give you all my money, okay? Please, help me so he doesn't kill me."
Murong Qing had already lost her beauty, and she did not expect that Jiang Nan had such strength.
At first, I suspected that he was seeking his own death, but now it seems that he has the qualifications.
I have suffered so much humiliation and ridicule over the years.
Now, it can be said that I can let out a bad breath.
"I, I really want to hit you, you know?"
Murong Qing was a little excited. She had been holding this breath for a long time. She could only call Yang Zhichao a bastard when no one was around. Now, she could vent her anger.
"You can hit me, you can hit me as you like, auntie, I can hit myself myself, you just say where to hit me, come on."
Yang Zhichao burst into tears, unable to laugh or cry, and passed over pitifully with his head stretched out.
He slapped Yang Zhichao a few times and kicked Yang Zhichao a few times. Murong Qing felt very satisfied.
Yang Zhichao didn't dare to cry out in pain, he just smiled.
At this moment, Murong Qing had never dared to think about it before. Let alone hitting Yang Zhichao, it was impossible to even curse him in person.
"Damn, it feels so damn good. It's so good that you bully me all the time, you bastard."
As Murong Qing said this, she went over and slapped Yang Zhichao a few times.
How fun it is to beat your own boss.
"Are you still crazy? Do you know that you are wrong? Do you still dare to do this to me in the future?"
"Auntie, I will be your pug from now on. You can do whatever you want. Okay, just let me go."
Murong Qing smiled and almost burst into tears. She looked up at the sky.
"Damn you, have you seen it? He Shanyue, you bastard. If only you were alive, you could see how shameless Yang Zhichao is with his face. It's a pity that you can't see it. I'll take a photo of him and burn the photo."
Let me show you."
Murong Qing took out her mobile phone, and Yang Zhichao even posed for her to take pictures.
Suddenly, Jiang Nan's voice came over.
"There is no need to take pictures. If you want Brother Shanyue to see you, it is very simple. Just send Yang Zhichao to Huangquan Road. Then we can meet underground."
Yang Zhichao suddenly collapsed. He had been making trouble for a long time and had been a grandson for a long time, but he was still going to die?
"No, please, I'm going to kowtow to you, aunt."
Yang Zhichao held Murong Qing's feet, kowtowed and cried hoarsely.
"It's no use, sister-in-law, don't pay attention to him. Let's go to the next house, find other people, and let them go down together to accompany Brother Shanyue."
Jiang Nan's brows and eyes flashed with anger, and his murderous intent was boiling.