The quiet Yi family suddenly heard a buzzing roar.
Yi Anfu and Lian Rong both heard it.
"Master, I'll go and have a look."
Yi Anfu walked to the window and looked up. He saw dozens of cars parked outside the Yi family villa.
As soon as Lian Rong walked out of the study, a security guard stumbled and ran in.
"Old...Master."
"Sorry, even the butler."
Lian Rong stared at him, "What's the matter?"
"Even the butler, there are many people outside... no, there are many gun-carrying people, he...they..."
"Da da da da!"
"Da da da da!"
Before the security guard finished speaking, there were dense gunfire outside.
Lian Rong was shocked. Who dared to break into the Yi family at night? Now everyone in Yancheng knows that Yi Anfu is the eldest son of the Yi family.
Moreover, Yi Anfu is the master of the Rakshasa Society, and anyone who is stumbling on the Tao knows it.
Yi Anfu also heard the gunshots and looked at Lian Rong fiercely.
"Liang Rong, go and see what's going on?"
"I dare to come to the Yi family to cause trouble, so I can't let them go back alive."
"yes!"
Before he could walk out of the door, an explosion came from the yard.
"Boom boom!"
"Boom!"
The house was shaken.
Yi Anfu and others were stunned. There were still people in Yancheng who dared to bombard their house.
"grass!"
"Where is the bodyguard, kill them!"
Yi Anfu slapped his fist on the table and shouted at Lian Rong.
"Yes, I'm calling someone... No, Master and bodyguard have gone to deal with Gu Jingze."
"asshole!"
"Then go find the security guard, and the people from our Rakshasa club."
"Is Rakshasa just that a little bit?"
......
Outside the yard.
Gu Jingze looked at the explosion coldly, without any emotion in his eyes.
"Qian Cheng, is the signal here cut off?"
"Do it all, sir."
"good!"
"Continue to bomb!"
Another burst of thunderous slags, and the security guards in the yard were blown away.
All kinds of soil, gravel, flowers, plants and trees were exploded one after another.
The two consecutive bombings once destroyed the Yi family's yard.
"stop!"
"Give me a trumpet!"
Gu Jingze picked up the small trumpet and shouted out.
"Yi Anfu, I am Gu Jingze, all the people you sent were killed by me."
"Now it's your turn. I advise you to come out earlier, so that you can still leave a whole body, otherwise you will be dismembered."
"Have you seen the photos I sent to you? Your brother Yi Jiayang's fate is very miserable..."
"You have tried to kill me several times. Today I am here. Do I want to see if you die or I die?"
......
What Gu Jingze said was heard by the speaker's amplification.
In the study, Yi Anfu, Lian Rong and the security guard who reported also heard it.
Lian Rong was stunned. The person outside was Gu Jingze, and he also said that he would solve Jiayang and the others.
How is that possible?
He doesn't believe it.
"Old...Master?"
Yi Anfu didn't hear Lian Rong's words at all. He was also wondering how Gu Jingze appeared in his yard.
Shouldn’t Gu Jingze be surrounded by people from Jiayang and the Rakshasa Society in his own residence?
stupid!
Gu Jingze also said that he had killed Jiayang and all the support from the Rakshasa Society.
This was even more difficult for him to believe.
Even the God of War does not have this ability, so why can Gu Jingze do it?
"Jia Yang?"
"He said Jia Yang was dead, take...photos..."
Yi Anfu hurriedly looked for his cell phone and found that the cell phone was broken on the ground. He quickly picked it up and dug out the card inside.
"Cell phone, give me your phone!"
Lian Rong handed over the phone to Yi Anfu, and Yi Anfu quickly replaced the SM card and turned on the computer.
It took five seconds to start the phone.
As soon as I turned on, I heard the sound of receiving photos continuously.
"Ding Dong!"
"Ding Dong!"
Yi Anfu clicked on one of the photos.
After the photo jumped out, it showed a man lying on the ground and his head had moved.
There is no way to see the head, and the identity of the man can be distinguished at once.
But Yi Anfu looked at the man's clothes and frowned slightly because he keenly felt the familiarity of the clothes.
"Jia Yang?"
"This is Jiayang's clothes!"
With a stroke of his finger, the next photo jumped out. In this photo, the man fell to the ground, bleeding from his limbs and dying.
"Jia Yang!"
Yi Anfu saw the man's face clearly and suddenly shouted, "Jia Yang, it's Jia Yang!"
"No!"
"Jia Yang!"
"How is that possible?"
"impossible!"
Yi Anfu scratched his hair vigorously, completely unbelieving what he saw in front of him.
"P, it must be p!"
"master!"
"master!"
Lian Rong hurried over, afraid that Yi Anfu would be excited and blood would rush into his brain.
While supporting Yi Anfu, he saw a photo on his phone. In the photo, Yi Jiayang was bleeding all over his body and lay on the ground with a pale face...