"Master, it's bad, Yang Wei has lost all his limbs."
Yang Xiangming was worrying about family matters when the old housekeeper suddenly rushed in with a panic look on his face.
When Yang Xiangming saw Yang Wei, Yang Wei was covered in blood, his limbs were broken, and he was in a coma. It was unknown whether he could wake up.
"Yang Chen, I want you to die!"
Yang Xiangming had a ferocious look on his face, and suddenly said angrily to a middle-aged man behind him: "Qian Biao, go to Jiangzhou yourself and kidnap Yang Chen's son to me! I will kill him with my own hands!"
Qian Biao is the strongest master of the Yang family. The Yang family saved his life back then, so he has been working for the Yang family.
The Yang family has grown from a small family to a first-tier family, not only because of Yang Xiangming's ruthlessness, but also because of Qian Biao's existence.
For so many years, no one has dared to provoke the Yang family like this. You can imagine Yang Xiangming's anger at this time.
"Master, how about waiting for Yang Wei to wake up and find out what happened first before making plans?"
The old housekeeper said cautiously that he always felt that everything that happened to the Yang family now, and that Yang Wei was beaten to death and left at the door of the Yang family, were done by the same person.
Yang Xiangming frowned and said displeasedly: "I have my own sense of discretion in this matter. Do as I say!"
Qian Biao turned and left without saying a word.
Jiangzhou, top floor of Yancheng Group, chairman's office.
Yang Chen was reading a newspaper when suddenly his cell phone rang, and he pressed the speaker button directly.
"Mr. Yang, according to your instructions, Yang Wei's limbs were mutilated and left at the door of Yang's house."
Guan Zhengshan's respectful voice came from the receiver, and he suddenly said: "But my official family's spies buried in Zhoucheng have just received news that Yang Xiangming has sent Qian Biao, the family's top master, threatening to kill you."
Yang Chen didn't even raise his head, he continued to read the newspaper, and just responded lightly: "Okay, I understand!"
Seeing Yang Chen's unconcerned look, Guan Zhengshan said again: "Mr. Yang, this Qian Biao is not an ordinary person, he is extremely powerful. The Yang family was originally just a small family. The reason why it became a first-tier family is all because of Qian Biao.
, Yang Xiangming will send Qian Biao to assassinate anyone who has a problem with the Yang family."
"It is said that even the top families in Zhoucheng do not dare to attack the Yang family easily because they are afraid of Qian Biao. There are rumors that Qian Biao is so strong that even in the provincial capital, there are few opponents.
"
Guan Zhengshan didn't dare to hide it at all. Ever since he had the experience of being on death row, he was completely afraid of Yang Chen.
Yang Chen could naturally feel the change in Guan Zhengshan and smiled faintly: "You just need to understand that no one in the entire Kyushu can kill me."
Hearing this, Guan Zhengshan trembled all over and his heart started beating loudly. Yang Chen's words were also a warning to him.
"I'm worrying too much. If that's the case, then I won't bother Mr. Yang."
After Guan Zhengshan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
The corner of Yang Chen's mouth slightly raised: "Maybe we can let Samba practice his skills."
With his and Ma Chao's strength, a strong man like Qian Biao can kill them instantly.
Although Samba is the boxing champion of the Black Kingdom, he is only a master on the surface. Secretly, many strong men can easily kill Samba.
Soon, Semba received Yang Chen's order and headed to Zhoucheng alone, the only way to Jiangzhou.
"You keep an eye on him secretly and don't let anything happen to Samba."
Yang Chen was a little worried again and gave Ma Chao instructions.
"good!"
Ma Chao turned and left.
About one kilometer from the Jiangzhou Expressway exit, a black Wrangler was parked at the intersection.
This is the only way from Zhoucheng to Jiangzhou.
Samba leaned against the door of the Wrangler, keeping his gloomy gaze on the passing cars.
Suddenly, a black Lexus appeared. Samba flicked the cigarette butt in his hand, picked up a brick on the ground, and waved it casually.
"Bang!"
The bricks flew towards the Lexus, and with a loud bang, the front window of the Lexus cracked instantly like a spider web.
There is still a hole in the center of the crack, and bricks have flown into the car.
"Gah!"
The tires slid across the ground, making a harsh scraping sound, and the Lexus slowly stopped on the side of the road.
A middle-aged figure stepped out of the car, stared at Samba with a gloomy face, and then walked over.
This middle-aged man is the number one master sent by the Yang family to assassinate Yang Chen, Qian Biao.
The moment he got out of the car, Samba felt a strong murderous aura coming towards him. Samba's expression instantly became very solemn, and he knew in his heart that this middle-aged man was a master.
"Are you sent by Yang Chen?"
Qian Biao easily guessed Samba's purpose.
Samba gave Qian Biao a cold look: "You want to kill Mr. Yang, are you worthy?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Samba had already punched Qian Biao and rushed towards him.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Qian Biao said indifferently, not feeling Samba's murderous intention at all, and just slowly walked forward.
The next second, Samba had rushed over and punched out.
"Bang!"
In the flash of lightning, Qian Biao suddenly stretched out an arm and grabbed Samba's fist fiercely.
Semba's expression changed drastically. He knew very well how much force he used in this punch, but now he was easily blocked by the opponent. It is conceivable that the opponent's power is far greater than his.
"With only this little strength, you dare to stop me?"
Qian Biao sneered, and a silver dagger suddenly appeared in his other hand. Without any hesitation, he stabbed Samba directly in the neck.
Samba didn't expect that the opponent would use a cold weapon as soon as he struck. A strong sense of crisis hit him, and he swung out another fist fiercely.
"Bang!"
Samba's fist hit Qian Biao's wrist, but it only slightly changed the trajectory of the dagger, and still could not stop him from charging towards his killing move.
Just when the dagger was about to pierce Samba's neck, a figure suddenly appeared.
"Go away!"
Ma Chao, who had been hiding in the dark, was like a beast out of the cage, punching Qian Biao in the chest.
Qian Biao felt his chest was hit by a powerful force, and he took seven or eight steps back before he stopped.
When Samba saw Ma Chao, he began to breathe heavily. He was just a little bit close to being killed.
"You are no match for him, get out of the way!"
Ma Chao said something to Samba and stared at Qian Biao closely.
Qian Biao and even Ma Chao could feel a hint of crisis in front of him, so one could imagine how strong the other party was.
Qian Biao's blood surged in his body, and his eyes were full of horror. Ma Chao's punch actually knocked him back seven or eight steps.
"Who are you?"
Qian Biao adjusted his attitude slightly and suddenly spoke.
"A powerful man from the Northern Territory actually engaged in assassination. You are not worthy of the word "Northern Territory."
Ma Chao had a cold look on his face. From the moment Qian Biao took action, he had already recognized that the opponent's assassination technique came from the northern border.
Hearing Ma Chao's words, Qian Biao trembled and looked shocked: "You, who are you?"