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Chapter 889

Chapter 889

Seeing Han Feifei crying with joy, Yang Chen's eyes were filled with apologies.

"Of course he's still alive." Yang Chen said with a smile.

Hearing Yang Chen's voice, Han Feifei was finally sure that she was still alive. She immediately threw herself into Yang Chen's arms with excitement and said happily: "Great, I'm still alive! I'm still alive!"

Yang Chen's hand suddenly froze, feeling the softness on his body and feeling uncomfortable all over.

After a while, Han Feifei came back to her senses and quickly left Yang Chen's arms, her delicate face covered with a layer of blush.

"Brother Yang, where was that bastard just now?"

Han Feifei looked around, pretending to be calm and changing the subject.

Yang Chen smiled slightly: "Of course he was beaten away by me."

Just now, Yang Chen had broken Heita's neck, and the body had been taken away by Ma Chao who was hiding in the dark.

"That's good!"

Han Feifei said with lingering fear: "Brother Yang, you offended Song Lei today. Song Lei's uncle is the deputy general manager of Yanchen Group. He will definitely not let you go."

"That bastard just now might have been sent by the Yuwen family to avenge Song Lei."

"You'd better leave Yandu as soon as possible."

Han Feifei said kindly.

She didn't know yet that Song Lei's uncle had been forced to surrender and handed over all the evidence of secret crimes committed by the cronies trained by Yu Wenbin.

Speaking of which, Song Lei's uncle also did him a big favor.

Of course, Yang Chen would not tell Han Feifei these things.

Just like just now, just because she was with Han Feifei, Han Feifei was regarded as a hostage used by Black Tower to threaten Yang Chen.

"Don't worry. I'll go back after I've taken care of things in Yandu. It won't take long."

Yang Chen smiled and said: "Go back quickly!"

After saying goodbye to Han Feifei, a black Maybach stopped next to Yang Chen.

The driver was Ma Chao. After Yang Chen got in the car, Ma Chao said: "Brother Chen, we have investigated clearly. The guy who attacked you just now is named Heita, and he is a bodyguard around Yu Wenbin."

Yang Chen had already guessed it before, and the results of Ma Chao's investigation confirmed this matter.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he sneered: "My brother is really impatient."

Ma Chao also smiled and said, "In his eyes, you are a threat to his status."

Yang Chen sneered: "I won't take my position as the head of the Yandu Yuwen family lightly. Since you are so afraid of me competing with you, then I will just play with you."

"Brother Chen, is he planning to inherit the position of head of the Yuwen family?" Ma Chao asked.

Yang Chen shook his head and did not explain. He just said: "Go to the King City Club!"

Twenty minutes later, a black Maybach slowly stopped at the entrance of the Wangcheng Club.

Two young figures stepped out of the car one after another.

The man at the head was tall and tall, wearing a black windbreaker and a pair of long combat boots. He had an extraordinary temperament.

Behind him was a burly man with short, lean hair and unruly eyes, following the man in front like an iron tower.

The young men and women coming and going at the entrance of the Wangcheng Club all focused on these two people. Many young and beautiful women looked at the leading young man with a bit of ambiguity in their eyes.

These two young men are naturally Yang Chen and Ma Chao.

"King City Club!"

Yang Chen looked up at the huge LED plaque at the door and read out these words.

Ma Chao also looked at the plaque and sneered: "It's just a club. You dare to call yourself Wangcheng. You really overestimate your capabilities. I don't know who the owner of this club is."

Yang Chen smiled slightly: "You will know who he is in a moment."

"Fuck! Where does this idiot come from? He dares to say that our boss is overestimating his abilities!"

Suddenly, a cold and angry voice came from behind.

Immediately afterwards, a young man with a bald head walked out, his face full of flesh, followed by several young people who were arrogant.

Three heads


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