The man vomited blood and his whole body flew backwards, even his sunglasses flew up. Then he smashed his whole body directly on the door of the King's private room.

The door of the king's private room was smashed open, and the man holding an oriental knife collapsed on the ground like a pool of mud, with only breathing strength.

Chen Ang grinned, stepped over his body and entered the private room.

Brother Hao was stunned. He didn't expect that the first-class oriental warrior he invited had no chance to fight back in front of Chen Ang.

However, he quickly came back to his senses, sneered, looking at Chen Ang who had just walked in with a calm face, and said loudly: "I have to say, you are really good at fighting. The masters I invited from all over the world are so vulnerable in front of you. No wonder you beat my brother one after another, and you dare to reject my invitation."

Chen Ang smiled, walked to Brother Hao Lei Ran, picked up the teapot in front of him, raised his head and drank half of the pot. Then he wiped his mouth and sighed with satisfaction.

He smiled and said, "The tea tastes good, but I didn't expect Brother Hao to be as elegant as tea tasting."

Brother Hao looked at the young man who did not take himself seriously, and did not show his displeasure, but said calmly: "Chen Ang, I invite you here today for Yang Zhe."

"I know. Seeing this old guy, I knew what happened to you when you asked me to come today, but there is no need to show such a big scene." Chen Ang walked to Yang Yuanhua and looked at him disdainfully.

"Hmph, you took my son to prison and beat Brother Hao's people again. You're really arrogant." Yang Yuanhua, who had a pale face, said stubbornly.

Chen Ang smiled and patted Yang Yuanhua on the shoulder, saying, "Your son has come to this day, because you father and son have committed too many sins in their daily lives, no wonder others."

"Hmph, how could you go to jail if you find someone as evidence to bite him? It was all you did." Yang Yuanhua not only refused to admit it, but also falsely accused Chen Ang.

Chen Ang looked for a chair casually, sat down, and said with a smile, "So what if I was the one who was doing it? I also told you that it was the bazi I was holding, and asked him to testify to report Yang Zhe. My brother has been framed by you for several years in prison. If your son goes in for a few days, can you sit still?"

Yang Yuanhua angrily slapped the table and stood up, pointing at Chen Ang and said loudly: "My surname is Chen, what do you want?"

"What do you want? You should know!" Chen Ang's eyes flashed with cold light and said coldly: "I also want you to taste the feeling of family destruction and family separation."

"It seems that you really took revenge. Chen Ang. Although you are very skilled, you are alone. I don't believe how big a wave you can make. This is not the era of a personal hero, and there are many things you don't know." Yang Yuanhua said with a sneer.

Chen Ang laughed loudly, and saw his body move. He was sitting on the chair and rushed directly to Yang Yuanhua, like lightning. Before Yang Yuanhua could see clearly what was going on, Chen Ang's hand had already strangled his neck.

Yang Yuanhua was so scared that cold sweat began to flow down his face. His lips trembled and he said in fear: "Chen Ang, what do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do? I want you to die!" Chen Ang's face darkened and he said coldly.
Chapter completed!