Cyber Daming

Old house, main house.

At this moment, all the disciples of the Yang family's second house who can still breathe have gathered here.

Everyone was bloody and wounded.

At this moment, they did not use the main house to continue to resist, but supported each other and stood outside the door. They gathered behind a grand master's chair that was placed squarely at the door of the main room.

Shudao Logistics and Tianfu Heavy Industry were like two distinct waves of different colors, spreading from the east and west sides to the front steps.

Facing the dense muzzles in front of him, Yang Huchou remained motionless, sitting in his chair with his eyes closed, like a tired tiger sleeping.

The crowd wearing black uniforms from the Shudao Logistics Security Department suddenly dispersed to the left and right, and Gu Yong walked out slowly with a smile on his face.

Gu Jia, who was dressed in military uniform, followed closely behind him, his eyes fixed on a young man in Confucian shirt next to Yang Huchou from beginning to end.

The young man has a handsome face and a tall and straight posture, holding a scroll respectfully in his hands.

"Disciple Gu Yong has met Yang County Cheng."

Gu Yong looked sincere, bowed his hands, and saluted the old man as a Confucian disciple.

"Since I resigned as Mianzhou County Magistrate, no one has called me this for a long time."

Yang Huchou raised his eyelids slightly, revealing a gap, and looked Gu Yong up and down without any scruples.

"You are the person at the helm of Shudao Logistics of the Gu family in the past few years? Shudao Logistics has done quite well in your hands in the past few years."

Seeing that Yang Huchou actually dared to speak to his young master in such a tone as an elder criticizing a younger generation, Gu Jia's face immediately darkened, and he was about to scold him, but Gu Yong raised his hand to stop him.

"This disciple is deeply honored to receive such an evaluation from Yang Xiancheng."

Seeing that Gu Yong still looked calm and calm, Yang Huchou's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Being unfazed by favors and humiliations is a bit like the character of scholars of my generation."

Gu Yong smiled slightly and was about to express his thanks when he heard a sharp and mean voice coming from beside him.

"What kind of dragon gate formation are you setting up? I still believe that you, Yang Huchou, are not afraid of favors and humiliations, but he, Gu Yong, is also worthy?

"If you point so many guns at him, see if he will be surprised!"

Gu Yong's waist that had just been bent suddenly stiffened, and his face suddenly became gloomy and ugly.

Without turning his head, he knew who was speaking.

The only person who dares to refute his own face is that wanton old dog, Wu Jinfeng!

Sure enough, Wu Jinfeng in a brocade robe emerged from the crowd, his thin cheeks full of ridicule.

"Gu Yong, you have the lives of Yang's second wife on your hands, and you still have the nerve to say these flattering words here?"

"Should I praise you for your good acting, or should I praise you for being thick-skinned?!"

As soon as the sarcastic words fell, a strong wind suddenly blew towards Wu Jinfeng from the front steps!

Zheng!

A pair of fists collided violently just inches in front of them, and the sound of the explosion was like a sharp weapon slashing.

If this scene were placed in front of ordinary people, it would be enough to scare them to death.

Wu Jinfeng, however, seemed unaware and still stood upright on the spot, looking straight at Yang Huchou.

"Yang Huchou, you, the head of a noble family branch, dare to stand up to the two great clans for the sake of your family's reputation, and lead such a group of young family members to fight against us until now. I, Wu Jinfeng, admire you for your strength and character!"

The surging wind in front of him made the corners of his brocade robe crackle, but Wu Jinfeng's voice didn't even have any strange fluctuations.

"But I also have a question for you, how many people from your Yang family's second room can die? Ten? Or twenty?"

Another extremely fierce punch.

Gu Jia flew back and landed next to Gu Yong again, his right hand behind his back, trembling slightly.

A man with an ordinary face appeared next to Wu Jinfeng, his sunken eye sockets shining like daggers.

This face was unforgettable to Gu Jia, it was the sworn enemy he had been fighting with for many years.

The person in charge of the Tianfu Heavy Industry Operations Division and the Director of the First Division, Shi Chengfeng.

Wu Jinfeng's words were sonorous and resounding, "If it's gone, give me slices of Yang Zhan's brain tissue! I guarantee the credibility of Tianfu Heavy Industry and leave a trace of the Yang family's second branch for you."

"The whole Shu region said that Tianfu Heavy Industry has an old dog named Wu. When he goes crazy, even his master Wu Gong can't hold him back. Today, when we saw him, he lived up to his reputation. He is indeed crazy."

Yang Huchou said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Old dog Wu, if I give you something, can you hold it steady? There are so many wolves around, I'm afraid a dog can't stop you."

Wu Jinfeng narrowed his eyes and said solemnly: "You don't need to worry about it anymore."

"I don't have to worry about it, but you can't be too kind to others."

Yang Huchou shook his head and smiled, then slowly stood up from the Grand Master's chair.

"Everyone who is watching the show in secret has come all the way to visit me, Yang, why don't you come out and show your face now?"

In the gloomy eyes of Gu Yong and Wu Jinfeng, several figures suddenly appeared in the originally empty corners of the eaves.

These people vary in height, short, fat, and thin. The only thing they have in common is that they use something to cover their faces.

There were only one or two that were not covered, and the faces that were exposed also looked stiff and unusually handsome. At a glance, it was obvious that they were temporary faces.

"It's great to have friends from far away. It's a pity that my Yang family is not rich and I can't entertain everyone well. From now on, I can only ask you to take care of yourselves!"

Yang Huchou patted the shoulder of the young man in Confucian shirt next to him and bowed to everyone around him.

"What you want is in this scroll. Whoever can protect the children of my second wife, the Yang family, I, Yang Huchou, am willing to give half of the ancestral legacy to you!"

"Today I, Yang Huchou, keep my word. As long as you keep your promises, it's not a robbery, it's a gift! You don't have to bear the slightest infamy."

"Let's see who dares!" Wu Jinfeng's back was slightly bent, with a fierce look on his face.

"They are hiding and sneaking around, trying to fish in troubled waters? There are only so many people in the Chengdu Prefecture who could use this brain tissue slice. First, consider whether you have the courage to rob it and whether it will be of use to your life!"

Gu Yong stood with his hands behind his back, glanced around, and warned: "Don't make mistakes!"

"Yizhou Gu and Yanzhou Wu, two third-class noble dogs, dare to speak in such a loud tone, are they not afraid of flashing their tongues?"

"That makes sense. Yu Gong is the number one scholar in our Ming Empire, and Yu Private is the ancestor of someone else's Yang family. The Yang family doesn't have any objections, so what qualifications do you have to stop us?"

"Destiny is impermanent, and treasures are also impermanent. Only the virtuous can live there!"

"Whoever grabs it today belongs to him!"

High-pitched or low voices came from all directions, and for a while the entire front of the main house was like a busy city, extremely noisy.

Yang Huchou smiled with satisfaction when he saw this scene, and Shi Shiran sat back on the Taishi chair. The young man in scholar's shirt stood beside him holding the scroll, with no trace of fear on his childish face.

The other disciples of the Yang family's second room calmly retreated to the main room.

"A group of clowns who can't figure out their identity."

Wu Jinfeng did not have the bearing of a scholar. He turned his head and spat, and suddenly shouted: "Shoot, kill without mercy!"

"Do it!" Gu Yong's voice sounded almost at the same time.

After a moment of silence, rapid and violent gunshots resounded throughout the Yang family's old house again!