Chapter 345

Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce Yang Chen's heart, the tip had even touched Yang Chen's clothes.

His speed was extremely fast, but Yang Chen was even faster, and the fist that pierced through the door slammed into the man's chest.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, and the man's body flew straight out.

Yang Chen's figure flashed, and he came to the man's side in an instant.

Before the other party could make a sound, one of Yang Chen's feet had already stepped on his neck, and the man's pupils were constricted, full of fear.

He really couldn't understand how Yang Chen found out that he hadn't made a sound at all, and had been hiding behind the bedroom door.

Yang Chen only saw the man's face at this time, it was a man in his thirties, full of very strong muscles, from the ruthlessness he had just made, it was enough to show that his skills were extraordinary.

Not only that, he must have killed many people, only such a person, when he does it, will be so neat and neat.

If it weren't for Yang Chen feeling the murderous aura on his body just now, it was really possible to be injured by the other party.

"Say, who sent you?"

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

His feet were slightly forced, and the man felt that his neck was covered by a thousand catties of huge force, and Yang Chen could step on his neck with a single thought.

The fear of death made the man on the ground pale to the extreme.

"The Meng family sent me!"

The man gritted his teeth and said, being stepped on by Yang Chen's neck, his voice was extremely dull.

Yang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, it was the Meng family again, it seemed that he was too kind to the Meng family, so he would let them provoke him again and again.

"I'm from the Meng family, you'd better let me go back, otherwise the Meng family won't let you go, after all, in the Meng family, there are masters who are stronger than me, and there are ......"

Seeing the change in Yang Chen's eyes, the man thought that Yang Chen was scared, and said with a threatening expression.

"Click!"

It's just that before he finished his words, the foot that stepped on his neck suddenly exerted force, and a crisp sound of a broken neck bone sounded, and the man was dead.

"This is the last time, if the Meng family still dares to provoke, then it can only be erased!"

After Yang Chen did all this, it was as if nothing had happened, and said calmly.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a call: "In my bedroom, there is a corpse, lost at the door of the village, by the way, change the door of the bedroom, and I will go home in two hours." ”

"Yes!"

The other party replied.

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

"Xiao Yi still has a little work to do, let's go first, and she will go over when she's done."

As soon as Yang Chen got into the car, Qin Xi looked at him and said.

"Good!"

Yang Chen nodded, started the car and left.

Jiangzhou, bookmaker.

In a single-family villa, in front of the high-end solid wood tea table, there is a white-haired old man wearing a Tang costume.

On the side, it is the best generation of the second generation of the banker, Zhuang Sheng.

"Elder Hong, thanks to you, otherwise there will definitely be no way to complete this task given to me by the head of the family, I will replace the wine with tea and toast you!"

Zhuang Sheng poured two cups of tea, handed one to the old man, picked up one himself, and said respectfully.

Hong Lao smiled heartily: "This is as it should be, you don't have to be polite!" ”

After speaking, Hong Lao picked up the teacup and took a small sip.

"Elder Hong, you have also seen that video, that kid can fly out with a signature pen dozens of meters away, and kill people, do you think that with his skills, in the hands of Brother Zhao, how long can he last?"

Zhuang Sheng suddenly asked.

Although Hong Lao has always sworn by him, he is still not at ease, and he does not dare to show it in front of Hong Lao.

Hong Lao smiled disdainfully: "It's just a small skill of carving insects!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he grabbed an iron spoon on the tea table, and with a wave of his hand, a cold light flashed.