A black sports car rushed over on the sparsely populated suburban road.
The man in the driver's seat had a handsome facial features and sharp eyes, but his tightly pursed lips showed the anger of the sports car owner.
The speed of the car surged to 260 yards and flew out like bullets.
As he approached Luzhai, Yan Jisheng did not stop at all. His eyes were slightly sunk, and his feet had already stepped on the accelerator the deepest. With the roaring motor, he rushed straight into the door of the villa without hesitation.
The tall iron gate shook, but it did not collapse. The man stepped back, cheered again, cheered again...
One after another, one after another, the dark iron door was smashed and deformed, and the car pressed on the iron door that fell to the ground and drove into the house.
Such a big noise naturally attracted the group of thugs and bodyguards raised by the Lu family. They were all dressed in black, wearing sunglasses and headphones, and made a sound from the walkie-talkie. Someone was shouting: "Don't shoot, it's a sound."
Master!”
So the thugs who had already taken out guys could only raise their guns to the body of the car, but they didn't dare to really shoot.
Yan Jisheng turned a blind eye and slammed the accelerator again.
The car was speeding and crashing into the living room of the head of the Lu family. The servants caught off guard fled in panic...
Screams and cries are mixed together!
Yan Jisheng stopped his car with a scream. With his long legs, he got out of the already broken sports car.
The car was driving too fast, and his chest was still undulating violently. When he looked around, the anger of the battleground burned in his eyes, as if everyone in front of him was just ants.
It should be crawling on the ground under his eyes...
The old man stood on the railing on the third floor and looked down, curling up his hands unconsciously.
The thugs had already surrounded the damaged car.
Yan Jisheng smiled coldly, ignored the black muzzle, and stepped on his long legs and was about to go upstairs. A leader stepped forward and tried to stop him: "Master Sheng, please stay!"
Leave a fart step...
Yan Jisheng slapped the man directly: "Get out!"
Ignoring the black hole aimed at his muzzle, Yan Jisheng stepped on his long legs and looked upwards. The person who was thrown over was blank. When he got up again, he was already entangled with everything.
Feeling the strong wind coming from behind, Yan Jisheng gently turned his head, avoiding the killing move, turned around and kicked away another black-clothed thug who ran over to his helper on the left. He then grabbed the backhand
He grabbed the leader's shoulders and arms, took turns to throw it out directly.
The leader flew into the air and knocked down a bunch of black-clothed thugs, stumbled around like bowling balls, and fell all over the floor.
Yan Ji sneered again, slowly took off his blazer. He put his shirt cuffs in one hand, pulled open the tie roughly, and unbuttoned the two buttons that bound his neck.
When moving his neck, he raised his lips with the tip of his tongue, showing a bloodthirsty smile on his face.
He didn't say anything, he just hooked his hands and made a gesture for everyone to go together.
When the thugs saw his provocative attitude, they were not willing to bear it. However, even if they rushed forward, they still couldn't help him.
It was almost a bloody road that broke out, and the voice of the voice came with anger. This chapter has been completed!