Chapter 39

Chen Dehai's expression finally changed from its initial calm to a serious one, as if a dark cloud was gathering between his brows, ready to unleash a thunderstorm at any moment.

"What do you mean by 'my son or not, Feng'er has a grudge against you?'"

Yang Chen shook his head, "It's too complicated to explain, but without him, you could live a bit longer."

"Little brother, you seem to misunderstand your situation."

"Oh?" Yang Chen had already walked to within five or six meters of the desk, stopped, and asked with a smile, "What situation?"

Chen Dehai clapped his hands, and the dozen or so black-clad bodyguards behind him simultaneously drew their domestically produced 80-style automatic pistols from inside their suits, a row of black muzzles instantly pointing at Yang Chen.

It wasn't hard to imagine that in less than half a second, if all the fingers pressed the triggers simultaneously, Yang Chen would be riddled with over a dozen bullet holes!

"You are indeed quite capable," Chen Dehai leisurely twirled a jade thumb ring on his right thumb and slowly said, "I originally planned to have someone like you, a fighter, help me. However, you are not pragmatic. Little brother... do you really think my men are not even equipped with pistols?"

"Do you think you're very smart?" Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh.

Chen Dehai's eyes flashed with a hint of malice, "I'm at least not foolish enough to attack a dozen gun muzzles alone."

"What if I really dared to attack?" Yang Chen asked curiously.

Chen Dehai slapped the table in anger, "I won't talk nonsense with you! I'll tell you, you have two choices. The first is to clearly explain everything, why you're here tonight, and I'll consider how to deal with you. The second is to take a bullet from my men and feel it yourself..."

"I also have two choices for you," Yang Chen smiled and scanned the row of armed bodyguards, "The first is for you to point your guns at this old man, and I'll let you live. The second is for all of you to die..."

"It seems there's no room for negotiation..."

Chen Dehai's anger was about to boil over, and he was about to grit his teeth and order the shooting when he suddenly felt a chill at the back of his head!

"Tiger! You!!?"

At this critical moment, Chen Dehai suddenly felt a cold object press against the back of his head. He knew without thinking that it was a gun muzzle!

The bald man, who had been standing behind Chen Dehai, had already turned his gun to point at Chen Dehai himself, his face resolute.

"Tiger... what do you mean..." Chen Dehai's hands gripped the armrests of the leather chair, his knuckles white, clearly enraged.

The bald man's eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and he hissed, "I have no other meaning... I want to live, so I choose to follow his first option..."

"Ha ha!!" Chen Dehai laughed in anger, "Are you crazy! Do you think killing me will save you from the other dozen men with pistols!?"

The bald man narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I'm betting... betting that everything he said is true."

Yang Chen, who was watching this dramatic scene with interest, said to the bald man, "Baldy, if you shoot your boss now, I'll ensure you live."

At this moment, the other bodyguards of Chen Dehai had regained their senses, and two of them immediately aimed their guns at the bald man's head, ready to shoot him at any time.

Chen Dehai glared with fierce eyes and sneered, "Tiger... after all these years, I never thought you would choose such a foolish time to betray me. If you put down your gun now, it's still in time. Otherwise, the moment you pull the trigger, both of you will die!"

The bald man looked up at Yang Chen, saw his indifferent expression, and his face first showed a hint of hesitation, then his eyes flashed with determination!

"Boss Chen, I'll send you on your way!!!"

"You!..."

"Bang, bang, bang!!!"

Almost instantly, a line of gunfire erupted in the study, the violent explosions shaking the entire apartment building!

Fiery bullets shot out of the muzzles, tracing red streaks, shattering countless books, furniture, and porcelain in the relatively narrow space of the study, like fierce blades slicing through the air!

But in that split second when no one could react, Yang Chen's figure, like a phantom, instantly moved from five meters away to the side of the bald man, and with a quick motion, redirected the two guns aimed at the bald man to point at the ceiling!

As the bald man pulled the trigger, the two fire snakes that would have ended his life suddenly shot into the air!

After the first round of gunfire, the other dozen gunmen were shocked to find that their target had already moved behind ten of them!

Yang Chen, unnoticed, had taken two 80 pistols from the two nearest gunmen, and the pistols, as if they had eyes, immediately targeted the others!

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A series of gunshots rang out, and the dozen or so bodyguards, who were about to turn and shoot again, fell to the ground, each with a bullet through the same spot—the temple!

Everything happened so fast, like a fast-forwarded movie, the details were a blur.

The bald man felt that in the second after he pulled the trigger, the scene around him had completely changed. Those who were standing were now lying down, and those who should have fallen were still standing!

A cold sweat dripped down his face, and the bald man turned to look at Yang Chen, who was smiling casually beside him, his throat dry, feeling as if his heart had stopped beating. He felt like he was in a dream, wondering what kind of miracle the man before him had just performed!

Yang Chen, as if he had just done a trivial thing, threw the pistols aside, kicked Chen Dehai's lifeless body to the ground, and pulled the chair over to sit down leisurely.

"What's your name?" Yang Chen asked with a gentle smile.

The bald man suddenly came to his senses, immediately retreated to the side, and prostrated himself on the ground, genuinely feeling a sense of reverence, and said in a trembling voice, "I... I'm called Zhang Hu, and people on the streets call me Tiger."

"How long have you been with Chen Dehai?"

"Eight years..." Tiger finally breathed normally and answered cautiously.

"That makes you one of his old hands. Why did you believe me so much, thinking I could win in that situation?"

Zhang Hu pondered for a moment, raised his head, and his face showed a hint of hatred, "I gave my life to Chen Dehai, helping him cut people and expand his territory. But Chen Dehai's bastard son, Chen Feng, raped my only sister... and... and did all sorts of despicable things to her... Chen Dehai promised to give my sister a good future, and I believed him, but Chen Feng is not human! He... he never treated my sister as a human being, only thinking of her when he wanted to play, and discarding her when he was tired of her! My sister used to be a simple high school student, but now... now she has completely changed... They have destroyed my only family... I... I have long wanted to kill them!" As he spoke, Zhang Hu's eyes reddened, and two large tears rolled down his cheeks.

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