Wang Dazhi, the number one strong man in the Security Bureau, who is now in charge of the security of the No. 1 chief, was brought out by him. Although he was 45 or 46 years old, his condition was not as good as he was back then, he was still a rare master, maintaining his sacrificial piety back then.
Who else is so arrogant that I pulled Zhang Lingfeng away and faced Yang Chen directly. The stereotyped face of the Chinese character did not feel solemn or worried at all. I did not relieve the young Yang Chen at all and swept his legs with the flow.
Wei Zhenguo felt that if this leg did not hurt Yang Chen, he would inevitably force Yang Chen into the green water in front of the rockery. However, when Yang Chen, who was falling down, he could not help but fall.
Taking a breath of cold air, the uninvited uninvited guest was far beyond his imagination.
Unfortunately, he understood too late.
Experts can fight against each other, even minor negligence and mistakes, can be fatal.
Yang Chen, who was seeking a quick battle, wouldn't he miss this opportunity? He slapped Wei Zhenguo's legs with both hands and took advantage of the situation to slide...Zha! The sound of high-speed friction between the soles of his feet and the ground.
Wei Zhenguo was shocked. As an expert, based on this voice, he judged how much strength the young man suddenly posted on him accumulated. The next blow would be shocking!
"Hi..." Wei Zhenguo shouted violently, crossing his arms, barely protecting his chest. Yang Chen's collision was like a Bajiquan sticking to the mountain and implicitly Tai Chi artistic conception.
The next second, Wei Zhenguo, whose legs were scratched open, was like a kite with a broken string, shot out and penetrated the crowd behind him, but also broke a tree as thick as a bowl, and fell to the ground and then fell to the ground.
I sprayed a mouthful of blood, my face was as dark as the color of the earth. I wanted to get up, but I moved a little, and the pain of my bones and tendons was heartbreaking.
Very awesome.
Who is this young man?
Wei Zhenguo stared at Yang Chen, in disbelief.
Yang Chen did not look at the shocked Wei Zhenguo. His target was Zhang Lingfeng. At this moment, two bodyguards were protecting Zhang Lingfeng and trying to escape from the danger.
How could Yang Chen let them succeed? He followed him like a shadow.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the two bodyguards gritted their teeth and pulled out their guns, twisted their bodies to shoot. Yang Chen, who was approaching like a ghost, put his hands on their pistols, and at the very short moment when they pulled the trigger, they actually turned out to be.
Remove the two pistols from the barrel, loaded bullet, striker rod, and hammer together.
Hum... The parts of the upper half of the two Type 92 pistols fell all over the floor.
The bodyguards with many years of experience in playing guns did not see clearly how Yang Chen did it. They were slightly surprised because the trigger gun was not fired. Then they were slapped in the middle of the ear door by Yang Chen's two palms on both sides and left. They fell into the ground immediately.
The others were stunned, and the dazzling scenes of just over ten seconds were almost hallucinating.
Yang Chen clapped his hands and sneered at Zhang Lingfeng who was standing alone. Zhang Lingfeng, who had just been pulled away by the bodyguard, was in disheveled clothes and looked embarrassed, and the young master lost all his style.
"You are not good to kill me." Zhang Lingfeng stared at Yang Chen who was walking towards him with a ferocious face, and he couldn't help but move back, afraid of death. Human nature will not be different because of his status.
Zhang Lingfeng, who is in danger, is no different from an ordinary person.
"Are you scared?" Yang Chen asked jokingly, revealing deep contempt.
"Am I afraid?" Zhang Lingfeng grinned wildly, as if he was hiding his fear in his heart, as if he was venting his many resentments towards Yang Chen. After laughing, he pointed directly at Yang Chen and gritted his teeth and said, "I'm here!"
Yang Chen didn't say anything more, took a big step forward, stretched his left hand to wrap around Zhang Lingfeng's neck, and pulled the person into his arms, and at the same time, he had a sharp sword in his right hand.
saber.
For some forces and people abroad, it also represents the god of death.
"This knife is Ruirui, this knife is Tongtong, this knife is Lao Wu, this knife is mine..." Yang Chen said with a cold expression, stabbing Zhang Lingfeng four times in the stomach, clean
neat.
After Yang Chen stabbed, he pushed Zhang Lingfeng away, and the knife in his hand was still bleeding.
Zhang Lingfeng covered his stomach in pain, staggering step by step, and the pain twisted his expression. He looked down at the blood that could not be covered even when his fingers were covered, and unprecedented fear hit his heart.
"How do you feel if someone surnamed Zhang?" Yang Chen asked with a smile, as if he was a little character who was just a fool, playful and careless.
Zhang Lingfeng is still regressing.
Death, no, absolutely not, only when you are alive can you have the opportunity to take revenge with your own hands. For the first time in your life, Zhang Dashen thought of running away, whether you can run away or not, you turn around and run wildly.
Yang Chen smiled, laughing wildly and unruly. He chased after two steps, and raised his foot and thrust hard into Zhang Lingfeng's crotch. He felt like a ball shot by force, flipped over the air and fell to the ground.
The young men and rich young men were stunned before and were creepy. They clamped their crotch with empathy and slapped them. None of them dared to stand up.
Whether it is like one's will or the conflict of interests, it is not worth mentioning compared to one's own safety.
At this moment, Zhang Lingfeng covered his crotch and rolled and screamed. It was obvious how painful it was for the egg to burst. Yang Chen snorted his mouth, shook his head, took out the small flat bottle of wine from his top, unscrewed the lid, and put the liquid in the bottle.
It sprinkled on Zhang Lingfeng's head, and the pungent smell spread quickly.
Not wine, but gasoline.
Although it was only two or three hundred milliliters, Zhang Lingfeng was beyond recognition, and the pain was so painful that he was snot and tears flowed in his eyes and tears, and he moved wildly, trying to stay away from the devil Yang Chen.
"Yeah, you know that it's not good to be burned." Yang Chen looked at Zhang Lingfeng coldly, curled his lips disdainfully, threw away the empty bottle, pulled out a cigarette, and took out the zippo lighter that Nalan Tongtong gave him.
Light the smoke, took a few sips, and said quietly: "Taste what my woman has tasted."
After Yang Chen finished speaking, he took a strong breath of cigarettes, and then pushed half of the cigarette cartridge towards Zhang Lingfeng who was about to collapse. Most of the others in the distance subconsciously closed their eyes and did not dare to look down.
Bai Haoxuan even cried.
Putting aside family background, what are the praises of these playboys who regard themselves as superior and despise ordinary people?
The half of the smoke that Yang Chen popped up flipped towards Zhang Lingfeng, and his hands and feet turned his head with Zhang Lingfeng who was crawling forward, completely stunned, staring at him and waiting to die.
Just as the smoke fell towards Zhang Lingfeng's neck, someone suddenly rushed in from the courtyard in front. He hurriedly threw out his cell phone and smashed half of the cigarette away. It was dangerous and dangerous, slightly off or slower, and Zhang Lingfeng was in danger.
Zhang Lingfeng survived the disaster, and was exhausted and lay on the ground, in a mess. Yang Chen frowned and looked at the person who saved Zhang Lingfeng, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I didn't expect that you were the one who saved him. I really shouldn't give Ruirui before coming to Prince Gong's Mansion.
Call up."
"Fortunately, you've called it." Wu Jie, who used his phone as a hidden weapon, walked over as he spoke.
"You do this a little unnecessary..." Yang Chen sighed lightly after saying that, Wu Jie showed up, and he was inconvenient to continue to take action.
After checking Zhang Lingfeng's injury, Wu Jie understood why Yang Zi said that he did this extravagantly. Just like Zhang Lingfeng's miserable life is worse than death, it is as serious as the consequences of death.