No one expected that this cold-faced man would kill someone in public over a disagreement.
You know, everyone who can come here to attend the birthday banquet is a person of high status.
Now, just because of a word, he was killed?
People looked at the corpses on the ground one by one, their faces turned pale, their hearts were beating fast, and a deep sense of fear arose spontaneously.
But the cold-faced man acted as if nothing had happened.
From beginning to end, he didn't even look at the middle-aged man.
It was as if he had just crushed an ant to death, without giving a single thought.
"Master Yang, this, this..."
Zhang Jisong's eyelids were twitching wildly, and the expression on his face was uglier than crying.
Anyway, this is his father's birthday party.
The people brought by Yang Ke killed the guests in public. Isn't it somewhat unjustifiable?
When his father comes later, how will he explain?
"What, Mr. Zhang has any objections?" Yang Ke looked at Zhang Jisong, playfully.
"No, no!"
"He deserves to die."
Zhang Jisong met Yang Ke's cold eyes and was immediately frightened. How could he dare to say anything?
"Someone, let's clean it up!"
Turning around, Zhang Jisong gave instructions to his servants.
I sighed in my heart, what else can I do besides endure it?
"No!"
At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly sounded.
People followed the sound and were shocked.
I saw two big yellow-haired dogs as tall as one person, breathing hot breath from their mouths, walking out of the backyard.
A man wearing a Tang suit with a ferocious face was walking behind with his dog on a leash.
If not Zhang Biao, who else could it be?
"Hello Mr. Zhang!"
"Mr. Zhang, happy birthday!"
When people saw him, they stood up one after another and greeted Zhang Biao with fists in their hands.
Only Yang Ke was still sitting there, sipping tea motionless.
It was as if Zhang Biao was not seen.
"Hahaha, thank you all for coming to support Zhang."
"Everyone, please sit down!"
Zhang Biao laughed heartily, and people sat down.
But Zhang Biao's gaze fell on Yang Ke like a sharp sword.
"If Mr. Yang can come, I, Zhang Biao, will be happy!"
Zhang Biao walked towards Yang Ke.
There were still ten feet away from Yang Ke, and the two big yellow-haired dogs were already approaching.
Yang Ke originally had a pretentious look on his face and wanted to show off in front of Zhang Biao.
When I saw these two big dogs, I immediately lost my composure.
He quickly stood up, took a few steps back, and said with a dark face.
"Uncle Zhang, keep these two beasts away!"
Zhang Biao couldn't help laughing and said after hearing this.
"These two are not beasts, they are exotic Tibetan mastiffs."
"I spent a lot of money to buy it from southern Tibet."
"We usually feed human flesh, which is very expensive!"
Zhang Biao's words made everyone present feel their hearts tremble and look frightened.
Feeding human meat to dogs?
This is impossible, it sounds too scary.
"Go and get close to Young Master Yang!"
Zhang Biao suddenly spoke, and two exotic Tibetan mastiffs stuck out their tongues and ran to Yang Ke's side.
"ah!"
"Tell them to go away!"
Yang Ke screamed in fright, his face full of horror, and his face changed.
At this time, the cold-faced man next to Yang Ke suddenly moved.
The cold-faced man laughed contemptuously, picked up two more chopsticks, and threw them out.
suck!
The chopsticks were like light, shooting towards the eyes of the two exotic Tibetan mastiffs.
Zhang Biao sneered when he saw this.
Suddenly he took a step forward, stretched out his palms, and as quickly as lightning, he grabbed both chopsticks in his hands.
"Um?"
The cold-faced man's pupils shrank, showing a shocked expression.
Obviously, he didn't expect that Zhang Biao was so powerful that he could easily catch the chopsticks he threw out.
Before he could react, Zhang Biao reached out with his other hand and grabbed his wrist suddenly.
With a snap, he pressed his palm on the table, his eyes froze, and he thrust the chopsticks down suddenly!
puff!
Blood spattered all over Zhang Biao's face.
The cold-faced man's palm was directly pierced and nailed to the table.
"Well!"
With a groan of pain, the cold-faced man's painful veins were exposed, and cold sweat instantly flowed down.
Zhang Biao's eyes turned cold, and his angry voice came out coldly.