The Peerless God of War of the Female President

He Zikun's gun was pointed at Yang Chen's temple, and Yang Chen's gun was pressed against He Zikun's waist, while the fat man next to him was still slamming on He Zibiao's face without distraction.

"Put the gun away!"

He Zilong's yell made He Zikun find the steps immediately, and put the gun back without hesitation.

Yang Chen also took back his gun, threw it on the small stone table casually, glanced at He Zikun, and said with a smile: "If it's useless, it's useless. If you don't have the courage to kill people in the future, don't use it to shame yourself. My gun has no bullets."

He Zikun's face was turned green and pale by Yang Chen, but he didn't dare to say a word.

He Zilong's face was so gloomy that water dripped out, and he said coldly: "Mu Yi, you beat my fourth brother in front of so many people in my He family, if you don't give me an explanation, I will I will never let you go out alive!"

Yang Chen ignored He Zilong, but turned his head and asked, "Fatty, how much did you hit?"

"28!"

"Two more, let's make it together!"

Snapped--

Snapped--

After two more loud mouths, the fat man finally let go of He Zibiao, walked back to Yang Chen, grabbed the purple sand pot in front of He Zilong, and stuffed the spout into his mouth: "I'm so tired, I'm so thirsty... ..."

Looking at He Zibiao again, he was already dizzy from the fat man's big mouth, his eyes were rolled up, his face was almost swollen like a pig's head, and he was completely out of shape.

Yang Chen got up and walked in front of He Zibiao, shook his head and clicked his tongue twice, then turned his head and said: "Fatty, don't you know how to strike lightly? Look at the Fourth Young Master."

"Scatter the fire, you have to use some strength, don't you? I'm doing it for his own good."

"Mu, Mu Yi, you fucking—"

He Zibiao, who had just come to his senses, cursed vaguely when Yang Chen flew up and kicked him heavily on the chest.

boom--

He Zibiao's wheelchair quickly backed up and hit the fence of the gazebo, throwing He Zikun backwards.

wow-

More than a dozen guns were aimed at Yang Chen almost at the same time, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

Yang Chen grinned, "Yo, there are quite a few guys, one or two pistols are at most considered illegal possession of guns, but with so many guns, the nature has changed!"

He Zilong snorted heavily, "Mu Yi, I've given you enough face, you're the one who courted death, no wonder I'm the one to blame!"

"Cough-cough-"

At this moment, He Zibiao who fell out of the gazebo suddenly coughed twice and got up from the ground.

"Brother, give me the gun, I will kill this guy with my own hands!"

He Zibiao staggered back to the gazebo, reached out and snatched a gun from a bodyguard, and walked towards Yang Chen.

"Wait!" He Zilong was stunned for a moment, then quickly shouted.

"Fourth brother, are you standing up?! Your legs are healed!"

Only then did He Zibiao realize that he could already stand up.

"Put the gun down!"

He Zilong gave an order, and the bodyguards put away their guns one after another.

"Mu Yi, you are using acupoints, right? You let this fat man hit my fourth brother, and kicking him is the step to untie the acupoints, right?"

Yang Chen smiled, "I did seal his acupoints, and kicking him was indeed to relieve the acupoints, but whipping his mouth has nothing to do with the acupoints. I just wanted to beat him because I saw him unhappy."

"you!"

He Zikun's seven orifices were full of smoke, but when he was about to explode, He Zilong gave him a hard look.

"Mr. Mu, is it time to talk about my second brother's consultation fee?"

"Yes, it's time to talk."

Yang Chen sat at the stone table again, and said lightly: "The people in Shangchuan City hate the five tigers of the He family, but you, He Zilong, still have one merit, that is, you still have affection for your brother. righteous."

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me, how can I cure my second brother?"

"It's very simple. Cancel all the companies under the He family name, return them to whomever they robbed them from, dismiss all thugs, surrender to the police, and voluntarily surrender all privately stored weapons."

After listening to Yang Chen's conditions, He Zilong was silent for a while, and then slapped the stone table fiercely: "Mu Yi! Don't be so arrogant! I can completely detain you and force you to treat my second brother! Don't you Forcing me to do that!"

Yang Chen glanced at He Zilong with a half-smile, "Why don't you give it a try? See if you can keep me, and see if your methods can make me succumb."

Murderous intent surged in He Zilong's eyes, and he asked in a deep voice, "So, you won't treat my second brother's injury?!"

"It's not that I don't want to, but that you don't."

Yang Chen still had a half-smile expression, "If you think that your wealth and status are not as important as your brother's life, then you should do as I say. If you think your brother's life is not enough In order to make you give up your wealth and status, then don't push the notoriety of dying on me."

"It's nonsense! Even if I agree to what you mentioned, my brothers won't! I can't push everyone in my He family into a pit of fire just for him!"

Yang Chen smiled and shook his head: "You're wrong again, you definitely can't escape the fire pit, the difference is that if you jump down by yourself, you can still come up alive, if I do it, it will burn you to death!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Yang Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his eyes instantly became sharp.

"good, very good, excellent!"

He Zilong stood up abruptly, "I know you must have a deep background for daring to make such a show in Shangchuan City, but this is Shangchuan, the territory of my He family! Even if my He family brothers die, they will definitely be able to Pull your back!"

"It's still the same sentence," Yang Chen's mouth slightly raised, revealing a wicked smile, and said slowly, "Why don't you try it?"

He Zilong gritted his teeth, pulled out the gun from his back with his backhand, and pointed it at Yang Chen.

"I'll ask you one last time, will you treat my second brother's injury?!"

"I'll warn you one last time too, put your gun away!"

boom--

The gun in He Zilong's hand spewed out a tongue of flame, a bullet flew past Yang Chen's face, and shot into a pillar behind him.

"Next shot, I'll hit you on the head!" He Zilong narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, "Is it curable?"

"The grass on the grave of the last person who shot me was a foot high, He Zilong, you are looking for death!"

"Haha——" He Zilong burst out laughing, "Yang Chen, do you think you have changed your face, so I don't know it's you? The Hou family and the Feng family are afraid of you, but I, He Zilong, are not! Those who can leave here alive today can only There is a person!"

"Yes, but that person is definitely not you!"

"Then I'll give it a try!"

boom--

The gun in He Zilong's hand rang again, but Yang Chen's shadow was lost in front of him.

click -

He Zilong was shocked and immediately pulled the trigger again, but the gun in his hand suddenly heard the sound of empty magazine hanging up. Looking carefully, the magazine had disappeared, and the bullet ejected from the magazine had already fallen to the ground.

"Quick! Protect me!"

He Zilong shouted quickly, and the dozen or so bodyguards around rushed into the gazebo, forming a circle back to back, protecting the He family brothers in the center.

The fat man shrank his neck, and began to tiptoe out of the gazebo.

"Grab that fat man! Don't let him get away!"

Hearing He Zibiao's yell, the fat man immediately ran away, he just slapped He Zibiao more than 20 big mouths, if he caught him, his face would definitely be smashed by him!
Seeing that the fat man was about to run away, He Zibiao immediately raised the gun in his hand and aimed at the fat man's figure.

whoosh-

"what--"

After a flash of cold light, He Zibiao uttered a scream, and the gun in his hand could no longer be held, and fell to the ground.

A flying knife of more than ten centimeters was inserted into his wrist impartially, and it precisely avoided the artery, passing between the radius and the ulna, and the tip of the knife came out through the body.

"I count to three, whoever still has a gun in his hand, I will put a knife in his forehead."

Yang Chen's voice sounded from all directions, seeming a little ethereal.

"three--"

"two--"

"one--"

pat-

The guns in the hands of the bodyguards were thrown on the ground one after another, and they looked around for Yang Chen's shadow in panic.

"Very well, this time, I will give you half a minute to get out of here."

Yang Chen's voice was no longer ethereal, and the figure slowly walked out from the small woods.

"Timing begins!"