The Peerless God of War of the Female President

After Zuo Ran knocked the fat policeman unconscious, he ejected all the bullets from the revolver, casually threw it into the grass by the side of the road, and then threw the gun beside the fat policeman.

"Boss, get it done!"

Yang Chen raised his hand to look at his watch, then walked to the iron door, reached out and rang the doorbell.

After a long while, an old man in his 60s came out of the small building, glanced at Yang Chen through the iron fence door and asked, "Mr. Yang, my master has something to say, thank you again for not killing me, although he is now I am not a disciple of Huaqing, but I will abide by the rules and will not reveal the secrets of the gang until my death, please rest assured."

Yang Chen smiled and said: "Go and send a message to Luo Wei, I'm here to protect him, if he doesn't want to die, he should stay at home and not go out, at least until I solve the problem."

The old housekeeper was silent for a while, and said calmly: "The master has no intention of staying in country T for a long time. He just bought a ticket to country M. He is packing his luggage now and will leave soon."

"Why, are you afraid that I will kill someone to silence you?"

Yang Chen couldn't help chuckling, "If I wanted his life, I wouldn't let him go in Huaqing Main Hall. It's not me who wants to take his life now, but someone else."

"Mr. Yang, this old man is just a housekeeper."

"Then get out of the way, and I'll go and tell Lowe myself."

"The master didn't invite Mr. Yang in, so please go back!"

Yang Chen gradually suppressed his smile, and said in a cold voice: "What if I insist on going in?"

"Mr. Yang, please respect yourself. This is the Luo family, not the Huaqing main hall. If you do this, you will be suspected of being a bully."

Yang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, "What did you say? Say it again and listen?"

"I said, Mr. Yang is suspected of bullying the weak if he breaks in forcefully."

"If I am bullying the weak, then what is your elders coming here to kill the unprotected Luo family?"

As soon as Yang Chen spoke, a killing intent flashed in the old man's eyes, and then disappeared, and he lowered his head and said, "I don't understand what Mr. Yang said."

"If you don't understand, just get out of the way."

"The old man's duty is that he cannot let you in."

"Then I'm going to force my way."

After Yang Chen finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to push the iron door in front of him, while the old man held it back with his hand inside, and the two of them secretly competed with each other through the iron door.

"Mr. Yang, this is Country T. I don't want to cause trouble, and you'd better not cause trouble, lest you end up with a bad ending."

Yang Chen smiled slightly, "I've never been short of troubles around me, but so far, there isn't a single trouble I can't solve, so I advise you not to become my trouble."

As he spoke, the strength in Yang Chen's hands continued to increase, and the iron gate made a soft rattle under the strength of the two.

"Mr. Yang, good internal strength."

"You're not bad either. Few of my subordinates can persist for so long."

Yang Chen said something calmly, but the old man's face began to turn red, and fine sweat began to ooze from his forehead.

"What rank are you in the Presbyterian Church?"

Yang Chen looked at the old man with a half-smile, and asked a faint question.

The corner of the old man's mouth moved twice, but without saying a word, the hand holding the iron door began to visibly tremble.

"If you hold back now, you will only suffer minor injuries. If you don't know what's good and what's wrong, I won't hold back anymore."

"I'm old... the responsibility is... forgivable!"

Yang Chen snorted softly, his eyes were full of disdain, "At such an age, with such cultivation, but he only knows how to be a slave to others, leaving you is useless!"

boom--

An air explosion suddenly exploded, and a shock wave that was almost visible to the naked eye surged out from between the two of them!

The old man's body flew backwards and hit the door of the villa with a bang, smashing the hard mahogany door into pieces.

Yang Chen's body didn't move at all, after bouncing the old man away, he walked into the yard.

"Keep the door well, allow entry and no exit, if anyone wants to escape, kill them directly."

"Yes!"

After Zuo Ran responded, he drew two guns from his waist and stood inside the iron gate.

"Cough cough..."

The old man lying among the broken pieces of the wooden door coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, panting heavily with a pale face, trying to move his body to the wall, trying to stand up with his back against the wall.

Yang Chen walked directly in front of the old man, raised one foot to step on the old man's chest, and looked down at him.

"Yang, Yang Chen, you used 'Tian Chong Jin' just now, what is your relationship with Mr. Mu?"

Murderous intent flashed across Yang Chen's eyes, and he snorted coldly, "When I asked you, you pretended to be stupid with me, but now I don't ask, but you keep nagging, it's really noisy!"

"You can't kill me...I am an old acquaintance with Nie Wanlong of Huaqing...It can be regarded as an old school with your teacher..."

click-

Yang Chen stepped hard, and the old man's chest obviously collapsed, probably because several ribs were broken.

"what--"

The old man let out a scream, his old face was almost twisted into a ball, and he spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood again.

"Old man, if you don't talk about this relationship, I might just abolish your martial arts, but you just mentioned my sect, then I have to kill you!"

"For...why?"

"My master has been upright and upright all his life, with a chivalrous demeanor, and the reputation of the master's family must not be tarnished by this group of shady rats from the elders' meeting. You deserve to die!"

"Yang, Yang Chen, the Presbyterian Church is not an evil organization, we are just resetting the order of this world, for the general public..."

"I am a member of the general public, and I only need you to do one thing for me, and that is - get out!"

"Get out of my life, get out of my city, get out of my country!"

Every time Yang Chen said a word, the strength under his feet increased, and the old man's chest collapsed more and more.

"Yang... Yang..."

The old man wanted to speak, but he couldn't even catch his breath, and blood kept dripping from the corner of his mouth.

There was no trace of pity on Yang Chen's face, as if what he was stepping on was just an ant.

"Mr. Yang, how can you bear such cruelty to an old man in his seventies?"

A clear voice sounded in the house, and then a figure in a windbreaker walked down the stairs and stopped in the living room on the first floor.

Yang Chen glanced at this figure, and saw that this person was about 30 years old, with a square face, sharp features, sharp eyebrows and tiger eyes, and a very heroic appearance.

"You see your companion's life in danger with your own eyes, but stand by and ignore it, how can you bear it?"

The man in the windbreaker smiled lightly, "The elders will act, and they have always performed their duties. Saving people is not within the scope of my duties."

"You think he has been abolished by me, so he is no longer worth saving?"

The man in the windbreaker shrugged, "It can also be said that every person living in this world has his corresponding value. If he loses his value and can no longer be used by others, then there is no need to exist, right? ?”

Yang Chen raised his foot on the old man, shook his head and said to the dying old man: "See, this is the organization you are loyal to. What they value is only your cultivation, and your life is in their eyes. Not worth mentioning at all.”

"Cough-cough-"

The old man seemed to want to say something, but he just spat out a big mouthful of blood and couldn't say anything.

"Old Zhou, let me give you a ride, so as not to suffer any more."

After the man in the windbreaker finished speaking, he quickly pulled out the gun from his waist and fired at the old man.

A bullet hole the size of a thumb appeared between the eyebrows of the old man. The old man tilted his head and died instantly.

Yang Chen looked at the man in the windbreaker indifferently, as if he completely ignored him shooting and killing the old man.

"Mr. Yang is so determined, aren't you afraid that the bullet I just shot at you?"

Yang Chen smiled lightly, "Do you dare?"

The man in the windbreaker smiled wryly, put away the gun calmly and inserted it into his waist, "Indeed, I dare not. After all, I am facing a man who can outrun bullets. If I miss a single shot, I may not be able to get out of this place alive." The door is open."

"You may not be able to walk out of this door alive now."

Yang Chen said coldly: "I don't have the slightest bit of benevolence towards the members of the Presbyterian Church, you should be very clear about this."

The man in the windbreaker raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I am useful to Mr. Yang, so I am very sure that you will not kill me."

"People in the Presbyterian Church are very strict with their mouths. I have no interest in torture, and I don't want to get anything out of your mouth, so you are useless to me."

"That's not necessarily the case!"

The man in the windbreaker's smile became much deeper, "I didn't do anything to the Luo family, you have no reason to kill me."

"I don't need a reason to kill people from the Presbyterian Church."

"What if I tell you I'm not a Presbyterian?"

Yang Chen frowned slightly when he heard the words, "Why do you think I will believe your words?"

"To this day, have you ever seen someone from the Presbyterian Church beg for mercy?"

"Just because of this?"

"If that doesn't prove it, what about this one?"

As the man in the windbreaker said, he took out a skull mask and put it on his face.

Yang Chen was stunned, his eyes gleaming: "Are you the god of death?"