"Report to Commander, Chun Qianyang brings you here." After shouting, the two young men stood in front of Yang Zhongyong.

Yang Zhongyong didn't say anything, and still focused on wiping the knife, as if stroking his lover's body.

"Hello, Commander Yang, on behalf of the Chun family, I would like to express my sincerest respect to you." Chun Qianyang tried his best to stabilize his mind and walked to Yang Zhongyong and bowed deeply. He just wanted to break his head and could not guess that he had already done the greatest concealment. His hidden skills were so great that even Chun Qianhai didn't know where he was now, so how could Yang Zhongyong find him? This old guy is indeed well-known and so powerful.

"Replace the entire Chun family? Just you?" Yang Zhongyong snorted disdainfully from his nose, and finally spoke. His tone was like the coldest cold wind in December, blowing Chun Qianyang's heart and cold his heart and lungs.

"This, Commander Yang, I..." Chun Qianyang swallowed with difficulty, his scalp numb, and he didn't know what to say.[

"Boy, you didn't have the qualification to enter my yard, but you insisted on coming to JS. to touch my bad temper and seeking death. Then I have no choice." Yang Zhongyong had slowly stretched out his knife and placed it on Chun Qianyang's shoulder. The evil aura kept sputtering in his eyes. The big knife was even more chilling, making Chun Qianyang feel as if he was naked and was rejected on the ancient snow peak. The terrifying cold wind swept by, gradually turning him stiff.

He wanted to hide, but he didn't dare to hide. If he didn't hide, there might be a glimmer of hope. If he hides, with this old guy's fierce and fierce personality, he would definitely slash himself in anger.

"If my arrival angers Commander Yang, then I will leave now and never step into J-san again." Haru Qianyang felt the coldness of the blade on his neck, and finally couldn't stand this indescribable torture. The last string in his mind broke and almost begged.

"Coward." Zhao Yang and Xun Qi next to him also curled their lips disdainfully. These aristocratic families looked arrogant and domineering on the surface, but in fact they were just a group of cowards, and they became completely soft when they were scared. In contrast, Liang Chen, who was sitting opposite, was so out of the world, and the difference between the two was simply impossible to make up.

"You know your identity. For Chun Wanshan's sake, I'll let you go this time. Remember your own words and get out of the J Province. If you haven't left tomorrow, you are ready to collect the shroud. Get out!" Yang Zhongyong snorted and slapped the big knife on the table. The dishes on the table were shaken and waved.

"Yes, yes, I'll get out immediately, get out immediately." Chun Qianyang was like a dahao, quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, bowed and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Yang Zhongyong suddenly shouted again at this moment, making Chun Qianyang's heart suddenly tighten and almost sat there. Could it be that this old guy changed his mind again?

"Little bastard, I suddenly remembered something. How many people have come to your Chun family this time? Are you the only one?" Yang Zhongyong asked with his eyes raised, with a very evil spirit in his eyes.
Chapter completed!