The Peerless God of War of the Female President

From the outside, the small western-style building is no different from ordinary buildings, but after entering, there is something special inside.

The luminous marble floors, gilded granite pillars, and medieval Western oil paintings on the walls are all authentic.The high-hanging crystal chandelier reflects the resplendent and magnificent image of the entire hall, which looks like a palace.

Yang Jing was wearing a golden silk nightgown, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and accompanied by two beauties with hot figures and cool clothes, standing on the stairs looking at Yang Chen with pride.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Yang? What should I call him? Master Yang? Or Doctor Yang?"

Yang Chen smiled faintly, "Call it whatever you want, because I didn't come to see you."

Yang Jing froze for a moment, then laughed loudly, "Are you still crazy? Have you not figured out the situation yet? It was my men who arrested you, followed my orders, and sent you here. It wasn't whether you wanted to or not. See my question,"

"Yang Jing, where is the Feng family? Let him come out to see me."

Yang Jing's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly raised his hand and splashed the red wine in the cup onto Yang Chen's face.

"Yang Chen, you are fucking looking for death! Just now I wanted to save your life, but now I want to keep you!"

Yang Chen allowed the wine on his face to drip slowly, looked at Yang Jing coldly and said, "Yang Jing, the Feng family is not what you see on the surface at all, when you deal with them, apart from killing yourself, there is nothing you can do. You can't get any benefits!"

Yang Jing snorted coldly, "It's not your turn to tell me what I want to do!"

"I don't care if you die or not, but if you do this, you will destroy the entire Yang family!" Yang Chen stared at Yang Jing coldly, "I know that the so-called third young master of the Feng family you introduced to the kidnapper is simply a fake Shit, you did this to not want others to see that you were involved with the Feng family, right?"

"Hmph, so what? Do you still have a chance to tell others?"

"The old man has the poison of the sun-shading weed, and the poisonous weed was given to you by the Feng family, right?"

"You, you are talking nonsense!" Yang Jing's eyes obviously dodged for a moment, and he denied it flatly, "Whether the old man was poisoned, there is no clear answer yet, you don't want to blame me for this!"

"Sun-shading grass is rare in history, the last time it appeared was in the hands of the Feng family, and now who else is secretly dealing with the Feng family, except you?!"

Yang Jing looked at the stern Yang Chen, but he didn't dare to look him directly, and said with a cold snort: "Yang Chen, I really don't understand, you are already dying, and you still care about Yang Chen who has nothing to do with you Home, are you really sick, or are you out of your mind?"

"Yang Jing, for the sake of the same clan, I will give you the last chance. You hand over the Feng family and confess everything in front of the old man. I will save you with my life. How about it?"

Yang Jing was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly, "Yang Chen, did I hear you right? The person who is tied up now is you! Whether you can live to see the sun tomorrow morning is up to me, Yang Jing! You Give me a chance? Are you fucking crazy?"

Yang Chen's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he said coldly: "I'm crazy or not, you will know, now you just need to tell me, do you want this opportunity or not!"

"You fucking listen to me!" Yang Jing walked up to Yang Chen in a few steps, stretched out his fingers and poked his forehead, gritted his teeth and said, "I, he, mother, no, need, want!"

Yang Chen nodded, "Very good, this is the path you chose, no wonder others!"

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As soon as Yang Chen finished speaking, the wine glass in Yang Jing's hand hit Yang Chen's head, and the glass shards flew around.

Unexpectedly, Yang Chen completely ignored Yang Jing, and said loudly: "Feng Changxiao, are you still unwilling to show your face? This is not the style of the fourth young master of your Feng family!"

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being the handsome Yingshuai. He actually judged my identity so quickly. I admire you."

Following a deep male voice, a handsome 27-year-old man in a white shirt, black vest, and red bow tie slowly walked down the stairs and stood beside Yang Jing.

Yang Jing's expression froze immediately, and he turned to look at Feng Changxiao beside him.

"Young Master Feng, you, who do you say he is?"

With a smile on the corner of Feng Changxiao's mouth, he said lightly: "The one standing in front of you is Xia Guo's God of War, Eagle Commander Yang Yuzuo."

Yang Jing's face visibly twitched a few times, and he tried to squeeze out a smile, "Young Master Feng, are you kidding me? I checked, and he is the adopted son of Dai Yaohua, the former richest man in China..."

Feng Changxiao shook his head with a smile, "My elder brother really made a mistake. He actually thought of cooperating with an idiot like you. It seems that the Yang family can't handle it for the time being."

"Is he really Yang Yuzuo?!"

Feng Changxiao shrugged, "If you don't believe me, just ask him yourself."

Yang Jing swallowed hard, "Yang, Yang Chen, tell me the truth, are you the Emperor Yang?!"

Yang Chen still ignored Yang Jing, just looked at Feng Changxiao lightly, and said awe-inspiringly: "Feng Changxiao, you know the rule that the Eight Great Families cannot form alliances. With this alone, I can wipe out your Feng family!"

Feng Changxiao nodded, "I believe Yang Yuzuo definitely has this ability, but if you really want to attack the Feng family, I'm afraid it won't be that easy, otherwise you wouldn't have to wait until now, would you?"

"Feng Changxiao, the reason why I didn't move the Feng family is because of your father Feng Xinglie's face. You four brothers, Longxing Qiongxiao, don't have the capital to make me afraid!"

"You, are you really Emperor Yang?!"

Even if Yang Jing is a fool, at this moment he can be sure that the man in front of him is the real Yingshuai, and his legs are a little weak immediately. If the two beauties didn't hold him in time, he might be on the spot. Slumped to the ground.

"Feng Changxiao! You fucking killed me!"

Yang Jing's face was pale, and he cursed at Feng Changxiao angrily, his whole body was shaking like chaff.

He kidnapped Xia Guo's god of war, the coach of more than 1200 so-called 'battlefield demons', Yang Yuzuo!

Not only that, but he poured wine in his face and hit him on the head with the wine glass!

Feng Changxiao didn't seem to be as scared as Yang Jing, with a faint smile still on his face, "Throne, your sniper is probably already in a hidden corner, aiming a gun at my head, right?"

Yang Chen asked with a half-smile, "What do you think?"

"I don't think the throne will kill me right away, because you need evidence to prove that the Feng family and the Yang family colluded, right?"

"go on."

"But do you really think you can find evidence?" Feng Changxiao said with a faint smile: "I am the fourth eldest in the generation of the Feng family. Who would think that what such a person does can represent the Feng family?"

"It seems that you have already predicted the end from the moment Mr. Yang escaped from danger, right?"

"The throne is brilliant." Feng Changxiao smiled approvingly, "If I run away, the entire Feng family will be affected."

"It seems that I still underestimated the four brothers of your Feng family in the past, and there is such a city."

"I checked everything after I came here. There is no surveillance equipment in this building. Now every word we say cannot be preserved as evidence, so even if you take me to court for murder, you can only represent This is my personal behavior."

"Feng Changxiao! Are you fucking hurting me on purpose?!"

Yang Jing almost roared and shouted: "You want to die, but I don't want to die! Now that Yang Chen is in my hands, as long as he dies, no one will know about it!"

There was a smile on the corner of Feng Changxiao's mouth, and he spread his hands to Yang Chen and said, "You heard it all, this is what he meant, I didn't say anything!"

Yang Jing rushed down the steps in a few steps, pulled out a pistol from the waist of a black-clothed bodyguard, and aimed it at Yang Chen's forehead.

Yang Chen glanced at Yang Jing, and said lightly: "Yang Jing, put down the gun, you will only go to jail, if you dare to pull the trigger, I guarantee that your brains will be splashed on the opposite pillar, if you don't believe me, you can try it !"

The cold sweat on Yang Jing's forehead dripped down his cheeks and fell to the floor, his eyes were bloodshot, and the hand holding the gun visibly began to tremble.

"Yang Jing, it seems that you are not only stupid, but also a coward." Feng Changxiao sneered: "As the eldest son of the Yang family, you were actually made the head of the Yang family by a son born to a second wife, and you are like a coward." What a failure to be called around by him!"

"You nonsense! I am the real head of the Yang family! I am not a coward!"