Yang Chen's words were full of domineering and arrogant, but Qian Biao didn't think that Yang Chen was talking big words at all. He was filled with shock. Is this young Northern Guardian already that strong?
"Ha ha......"
Yang Chen's words made everyone in the Yang family laugh crazily.
After Yang Xiangming had laughed enough, he stared at Yang Chen with his fierce eyes: "I want to see how you can stop me from killing him with more than a dozen guns pointed at him?"
"How about giving it a try?"
Yang Chen raised the corners of his mouth, with a calm expression on his face.
"Yang Chen, don't think that I don't know what you think. You think that I am afraid of your Yuwen family identity, so you think that I dare not do anything to you."
Yang Xiangming said with a knowing look: "I have already investigated clearly. As early as more than ten years ago, you were kicked out by the Yuwen family. Even if the family gave you the Yanchen Group, you can only control one
The real helmsman of the small Jiangzhou branch of the Yancheng Group is still the Yuwen family!"
"Do you think I dare not kill you like this?"
Yang Chen shook his head: "The ignorant are fearless. You have no idea what opportunities your Yang family has missed and what kind of existence they have offended."
"Arrogant!"
Yang Xiangming said angrily: "Since you are so arrogant, then I will kill your dog first to see if you can still be as arrogant as you are now."
A flash of sharpness flashed in Yang Chen's eyes, daring to insult his brother is punishable by death!
"shot!"
Yang Xiangming suddenly gave an order.
Qian Biao was shocked and turned pale. The moment Yang Xiangming opened his mouth, he immediately stood in front of Yang Chen.
"Get down!"
Yang Chen suddenly scolded and pressed Qian Biao's shoulder, causing his body to lie on the ground uncontrollably.
Ma Chao reacted faster. The moment Yang Xiangming finished speaking, he was already lying on the ground.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
At the same time, more than a dozen guns were fired at the same time, and the entire Yang family was filled with harsh gunshots.
Yang Chen's figure disappeared instantly, like a ghost, unable to catch his figure.
Everyone only fired one shot and found that the target was already lying on the ground. As for Yang Chen, he disappeared unexpectedly. Everyone felt like they had seen a ghost.
Yang Chen had already picked dozens of leaves and waved them casually.
"Puff! Puff! Puff..."
There were soft sounds, and the dozen or so gunmen who had been standing there just now fell to the ground. The center of each person's forehead was a little scarlet, and the leaves had penetrated their heads.
Everything was in a flash of lightning. No one could understand what happened. They only saw Yang Chen picking off dozens of leaves, and then all the ten gunmen fell to the ground, dying with their eyes open.
Picking leaves and killing people!
The whole place was dead silent!
Yang Xiangming's body kept shaking, and he felt that everything was like a dream. His biggest reliance was not Qian Biao, but the dozen or so gunmen.
At this time, they fell to the ground without knowing it. Until death, the expressions on their faces did not change at all, and they did not expect such a result.
Qian Biao was suddenly pushed to the ground by Yang Chen. He only heard a series of gunshots, and then all the gunshots suddenly disappeared.
When he stood up, he saw that the dozen or so gunmen who had just pointed guns at them were all dead, and there was a line of blood on each of their foreheads.
At this time, the blood line gradually bloomed on the forehead like rose petals.