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Feeling the powerful auras behind him, Yang Chen remained expressionless, only a cruel curve playing on his lips.

Behind him were eight masters in total. Yang Chen was right; all of them were from the Meng family.

Although he had a wife and daughters around him, Yang Chen showed no fear whatsoever.

Because right before him, two familiar figures appeared. They seemed to have not seen Yang Chen at all and passed him by.

These two people were not strangers, they were Qian Biao and Senba, arranged by Yang Chen to secretly protect Qin Xi and Qin Yi.

Qian Biao is a strongman from the Northern Border. In the Northern Border, he was known as the "King of the Night". Even after leaving the Northern Border, his strength is not comparable to ordinary strongmen.

Samba is a black nation's boxing champion. Although he is not as good as Qian Biao, he is not someone that some small gangsters can defeat.

Are you blind

Qian Biao just walked up to the eight masters, intentionally bumping into one of them, and then shouted angrily at him.

That man gave him a cold glance and suddenly roared, "Get out!"

"Bang!"

Just as his words fell, Qian Biao suddenly moved, launching a punch.

The man was completely unprepared, and under Qian Biao's full-force attack, his body flew several meters.

At the same time, Samba was also on the move. Being a boxer himself, he swung his fists wildly.

In a matter of seconds, the eight masters of the Meng family all lay sprawled on the ground.

"Tell me, who are you Why are you following Mr. Yang"

Qian Biao walked to the front of the man leading the group, stomped on his chest, and said in a cold, emotionless voice.

"Are you with that boy"

It wasn't until this moment that the other party realized, Qian Biao and Samba deliberately bumped into them, all to save Yang Chen.

"Poof!"

As soon as the other party's voice fell, a cold light flashed, and Qian Biao's dagger instantly slashed across his throat, spraying blood everywhere.

Everyone was stunned. Even Samba, standing beside him, looked completely shocked.

Qian Biao's actions were swift and decisive, without any hesitation. His methods were also extremely ruthless.

"Tell me, who are you And why are you following Mr. Yang"

After killing the leader, Qian Biao went to another person and stepped on his chest with one foot. He held a blood-stained dagger in his hand.

"We, the Meng family, were sent by Hong Tianya. He ordered us to kidnap that boy and take him to the Zhuang family."

The man nearly pissed himself. Qian Biao was known to be a ruthless killer who would kill without hesitation. He quickly responded, afraid that if he delayed, Qian Biao would kill him.

"Why was Mr. Yang taken away"

Qian Biao's eyes gradually grew cold.

Although Yang Chen and he were not from the same era of the Northern Border, he knew that Yang Chen was the guardian of the Northern Border.

In his heart, the North was his faith, and Yang Chen, as the protector of the North, was a godlike existence, not allowing anyone to defame him.

That man didn't hesitate for a moment and quickly said, "Mr. Yang killed Hong Tianya's disciple, so Hong Tianya is very angry and sent us to kidnap Mr. Yang."

Upon hearing this, Qian Biao's eyes flashed with a terrifying murderous intent, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "What a clueless fool!"

Qian Biao didn't make another move. Together with Samba, the two of them left as if nothing had happened, their faces calm and composed.

At this time, Yang Chen had already driven his family towards the peak of Yunfeng.

As soon as I got home, I found a text message on my phone. It only said: "This is Hong Tianya from the Meng family. His people say you killed his disciple and ask if I should kill you"

Yang Chen casually responded with a word: "Good!"

With Qian Biao's abilities, killing a dog from the Meng family should be no problem.h a smile."Hmm~"The other party drew out a long sound, as if in thought. Suddenly, he said: "Since you don't believe it, let the crisis from just now happen again. At that time, the wealth of the Yuwe...