Looking at the sound, Lin Ziyue ran to the second floor and held Liu Qianqian hostage with a dagger.

"Haha! Do you want me to die so much?"

Chu Lang asked with a joking sneer on his lips.

"Not bad! You just want to die! You can do it yourself now, either you will break your own hands or I will kill Liu Qianqian!"

"Don't think I'm afraid. I'm the woman that Mr. Yun likes now. Even if I kill your whole family, it's a piece of cake, let alone killing Liu Qianqian."

Lin Ziyue said coldly.

The people around were silent for a while, with Young Master Yun behind him, Lin Ziyue could indeed do whatever she wanted to do to a certain extent, but Lin Ziyue was really too high-profile.

After all, even Mr. Yun hasn't seen him yet. Lin Ziyue's current arrogance is far above Fan Xiaohan. Such a person is likely to die prematurely.

"Let her get out."

Facing Lin Ziyue's threat, Chu Lang was not moved at all, but said lightly to the second floor.

Lin Ziyue was slightly stunned, but soon, she saw a white light flashing in front of her. Lin Ziyue felt her chest as if it was hitting a car driving at high speed, and flew backwards. She fell heavily to the ground and heard a sound of bone shattering.

All this happened so quickly that everyone didn't see clearly what was going on.

It was only when everyone came to their senses and looked at the second floor that they could see clearly that on the second floor, they were wearing black and strong outfits.

Without receiving the clear instructions from the head of the family, only Chu Lang's life was threatened, and the reticular scale would appear strangely. However, after this time, Chu Lang directly asked the reticular scale to protect Liu Qianqian and Song Lenghua.

"It's worthy of being the heir. It's too difficult to kill you."

A miserable smile appeared on the pale face of the Biyan flower, and she said with some self-deprecating words.

Chu Lang didn't say nonsense. When he waved the Scale Sword, he was about to be prepared to destroy the Dantian of the Rich Slan.

However, at this moment, the door was directly knocked open, and a group of men in black rushed in, holding enhanced crossbows in their hands, and facing Chu Lang with a bad expression.

"Miss Bihanhua, we are here to protect you!"

A man in his twenties rushed in outside the door and said.

The man is still wearing famous brands and is full of aura. This is He Siming, the younger generation of Nintendo Group, and He Cong's brother, and the person who is most likely to take over Nintendo.

The Risanhua is a celebrity around Chu Yun. I believe He Siming also wants to please the Risanhua and let the Risanhua blow the pillow of the Nintendo Group more, so that the heroes save the beauty at this time will be staged.

"You are Chu Lang?

The one who killed my brother?”

He Siming held his head proudly, looked arrogant and looked at Chu Lang with an interrogative attitude.

"Wrong!"

Chu Lang directly denied.

"It's you, Chu Lang, are you still a man?

If you kill He Cong, do you dare not act or not?"

Zhao Buqiong immediately stood up, pointed at Chu Lang, and said loudly.

“Yo, are you scared?

Don't dare to admit it?

Boy, aren't you that arrogant?

how?

Now I know you're scared?"

"Of course, although you killed He Cong, I won't hate you. On the contrary, I have to thank you for missing a competitor. Let's do this, kneel down, come over, lick my shoes clean, and then apologize to the beauty of the Red Riding Flower. I can consider saving you a dog's life."

When He Siming saw Chu Lang denied it, he thought Chu Lang felt scared when facing so many of his people. He immediately pointed to his toes with pride and raised his voice and said.

"I just want to correct it. Not only did I destroy He Cong's people, but I also wanted to destroy your entire Nintendo Group. In other words, your He family is over!"

Chu Lang explained calmly.

"Hiss~" Arrogant, absolutely arrogant, dare to be so arrogant at this time! These people present couldn't help but take a breath, almost suspected that they had heard it wrong.

"Since that's the case, I can't blame me! Kill him!"

He Siming was not angry, and just looked at Chu Lang like an ant, said lightly, then snapped his fingers, picked up a glass of red wine next to him, looking like he was planning.

"Puff puff puff puff~" Immediately, the arrows were flying towards Chu Lang like rain.

There were hundreds of crossbows in front of him firing together, each crossbow was twelve consecutive shots, and it was extremely powerful. Even Chu Lang couldn't help but frown slightly and quickly waved the scales in his hand to resist.

At this time, the red shore flower also lit up his eyes and flashed, jumping out of the window and sank into the vast sea.

"Grass! I've slaughtered you!"

Seeing this, Chu Lang immediately cursed in anger.

He finally had the opportunity to catch a senior member of the God Organization, but he did not expect that He Siming would disturb him and let the Bi Yanhua escape.

“Yo?

Angry?

You bite me! I am here to save the red flower! What?

Not convinced?"

He Siming held the red wine glass, took a sip, said disdainfully, and then snapped his fingers again. This way, he really pretended to be home. It seemed that he was the super rich young man who was in charge of the world. All beings were destroyed in a flash of his fingers.

Or rather, he felt that he could be compared with Zhuge Liang, who had a feather fan and a scarp, and in the blink of an eye, he forced himself to ashes... Soon, everyone had an extra crossbow in their hands, wanting to shoot and attack Chu Lang together.

"Puff puff puff puff~" However, at this moment, everyone felt the temperature in the room suddenly drop, and a red light flashed in front of their eyes. Everything happened in less than a breath. A thin line appeared on the necks of the people holding the crossbow, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

Fast! It's so fast! It's almost over, and no one has come to the forefront yet.

In the hall, more than a dozen women in vermilion dresses had appeared, with cold eyes and murderous intent all over the hall.

"Grass! Whoever threw me into the Atlantic Ocean? I'm going to find out when I look back. I must let him get cramps and skin!"

At this moment, a man with medium-length hair walked in, covered in wet, like a chicken falling into soup, and his clothes were also very strange and sexy.

The upper body is a down jacket with Peppa Pig and a flat pants with Pleasant Goat on the lower body.

The man was naturally Chu Yun. In the winter, he was thrown into the Atlantic by the other side of the river. Fortunately, Chu Lang was worried about Chu Yun before, so he asked Zhuque to help find Chu Yun. Otherwise, this guy would have already died of cold in the Atlantic Ocean.

"Play!"

Before Chu Yun could come back to his senses, Zhao Buqiong rushed over and caught off guard, slapped Chu Yun in the face.

"Auntie, why are you hitting me?

I didn't mess with you!"

Chu Yun asked with a confused look on his face.

"Play!"

"It's you who beat me! Do you really think the Haitian Festival is a charity conference?

Even beggars like you dare to come in?

Get out of here quickly!”

Zhao Buqiong slapped Chu Yun in the face two more times, pointing outside and cursing.
Chapter completed!