The wealthy son-in-law of the female president

Chapter 134 1 knife

In such a chaotic situation, many people have already forgotten what they are here for. They are here to smash the scene and beat people, not to bully the little girl.

The smell of alcohol and blood, as well as those women dressed provocatively, made them excited.

Just when the girl was about to be insulted by several men in turn, the middle-aged greasy uncle felt a cold light flash in front of his eyes and made a slap.

Under such a loud and noisy anger, he actually heard a crisp voice.

Then he felt a cold feeling coming from his arm, and when he looked down, his right arm had been chopped off in half.

From the elbow, blood gushed out like a fountain.

The few gangsters around who were helping the tyrant suffered the same fate as him after feeling a rush of hot blood sprayed on their faces.

The arms of several people were chopped off, and the little girl who was pushed down on the sofa was crying and preparing to endure a tragic night.

But suddenly, she felt a lot of warm liquid inexplicably appearing on her body. When she looked closely, the men who wanted to insult her hugged their broken arms one by one, jumping and jumping and crying desperately.

Seeing this scene, the girl felt even scarier than being humiliated by others.

Ah screamed and passed out.

Faced with such a scene, it was her best choice to pass out and not look at anything.

Yang Chen cut off five arms with one knife, even though he moved quickly, a lot of hot blood was still splashed on his body.

He hit the ground hard with his feet, jumped onto the table next to him, and shouted loudly: "Stop the fuck!"

This voice was full of energy, and the voice rolled away layer by layer like ocean waves, as if the deafening bar speakers had been covered by his voice.

Those who were fighting, those who were tearing women's clothes, and those who were about to charge towards Yang Zihan all stopped.

"You bunch of trash, scum, you have the ability to come at me!"

After saying this, Yang Chen took the initiative to attack, waved the three-edged army thorn in his hand, and cut down a fierce man in an instant.

Standing in the distance, Yang Zihan, who had already dialed the alarm number, forgot to speak, just stared blankly at the man who was holding a three-edged army thorn in his hand and whose body was splashed with blood.

A pair of beautiful eyes became affectionate, and an indescribable complex emotion permeated deep in her heart.

It is estimated that Yang Zihan will never forget this kind of scene for a lifetime, or even a few lifetimes.

Yang Chen's purpose is obvious, it is to attract firepower, to let everyone regard him as a target, and stop beating others up.

The ice-snow smart Yang Zihan, of course, can clearly see Yang Chen's inner thoughts and the purpose of doing so.

However, when she saw the blood splattered on Yang Chen's body, that firm and hard heart couldn't help but tremble violently, and even felt pain.

"Kill this kid, and then go find Yang Zihan!"

I don't know who it is in the crowd, after saying this, all the gangsters with weapons in their hands rushed towards Yang Chen like a tide.

There is only one person in Yang Chen, but there are hundreds of people on the other side.

But Yang Chen was still not afraid, his expression was very calm, as if these guys rushing towards him were not human beings, but just a group of arrogant mice, as long as they showed some color to them, they would run away in fright.

Facing the tide-like crowd, Yang Chen also raised his spirits, jumped up, and slid down the table like a carp.

Then, after an ups and downs, he jumped into the densest place of the crowd, holding the three-sided army thorn in his hand, and turned around quickly, and the people around him had been cut down.

Yang Chen was like a meat grinder, when turning to the second lap, another row of people fell down.

After only using two moves, a large open space appeared beside Yang Chen, and the people who fell on the ground cried out for their fathers and mothers.

None of them thought that two hundred people, against the last one, would have such a result.

And even they themselves didn't see what was going on, the triangular army thorn, which didn't look sharp, just slashed across their bodies.

The remaining gangsters continued to surround Yang Chen in the middle, the encirclement was still the same size as before, but no one dared to charge towards Yang Chen anymore.

At this time, Yang Chen's body was covered with blood, as if he was a killing god who descended from the sky, unmatched.

With two simple moves, the will of Li Hu's brothers has been destroyed, and they don't even have the courage to raise the knife and look at Yang Chen.

Looking at the messy broken limbs and arms on the ground, all of them closed their eyes and couldn't help shivering.

"I have no grievances or enmities with you, so I will not kill you!"

Yang Chen no longer defended at this time, but chose to take the initiative to attack. The blood flowing out of the pointed part of the three-edged army thorn in his hand had already merged into a blood stream and fell on the ground.

Yang Chen walked forward step by step, and the people standing in front of Yang Chen retreated step by step. Regardless of the large number of them, they were actually completely useless.

At this moment, as long as Yang Chen roared, they would flee in fright.

"Come up if you want to die!" Yang Chen suddenly called out.

For a full three seconds, no one dared to move, for fear of attracting a storm of attacks.

Everyone was shocked by Yang Chen's aura.

Suddenly, when Yang Chen raised his hand, a jet of black light shone out, and it penetrated directly in front of Yang Chen, into the chest of a brawny man with no upper body.

The three-sided army thorn forcefully penetrated into his chest, then pierced through his chest, and stabbed out from the back, leaving only the handle of the three-sided army thorn on the outside.

This brawny man with tattoos has a high status among this group of punks.

Yang Chen had noticed him in the crowd a long time ago, he was the one who had been directing the gangsters to hack people.

Even a few guests were seriously injured and unconscious under his command.

So if Yang Chen wanted to kill, he would kill the leader, and to capture the thief, he would first capture the king!

The strong man couldn't believe it, Yang Chen actually stabbed the Triangle Army Thorn into his chest, looked down at the exposed handle, his chest violently trembled a few times, and his mouth started to spurt blood.

And it sprayed more and more, and the strength in his body finally disappeared with the loss of blood. His legs softened, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, and then fell down.

"Who else wants to die, just come and find me!"

The coldness in Yang Chen's eyes was overwhelming, and he glanced at the group of gangsters around him, many of them were shocked by his aura, no one dared to raise their heads to look at him.

Yang Chen lowered his head, saw that the strong man was dead, bent down and pulled out the three-sided army thorn, and held it in his hand again.

"Who else!"

When everyone heard this, they all began to hesitate whether to run or not. Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind the crowd.

"There are so many people, are you still afraid of him alone? Let's go together and chop him into minced meat!"