in fact, the real high-level executives of Yanzhen Group are still people from the Yuwen family. Now the Jiangzhou branch company is like a single entity with a name only."After finishing his words, L...The murmurs all around him felt like needles piercing into Song Huawei's body.

Under everyone's gaze, he could only roll away, or he would really lose his life here.

After all, Song Huadong was killed by him. As he said, killing one is the same as killing two. If I don't follow Yang Chen's instructions, I'm afraid I would really die.

With every turn, Song Huawie’s killing intent grew stronger. When he rolled to the elevator door, he finally got up from the ground, but his murderous intent had reached its peak.

He didn't dare to be the slightest bit exposed. He took the elevator directly and left without looking back.

Song Weihui said with a worried face, "Mr. Yang, I will do my best..."

"I'll do everything I can to prevent the Song family from harboring resentment towards you. However, if the Song family truly decides to go against you, I beg you to show them mercy and spare their lives, is that possible"

Song Huayi's words surprised Yang Chen.

He looked at the man, who was only a few years older than him, with some emotion in his heart.

This man, whether in his character or his vision, is extraordinary. It's truly fortunate for the Song family to have him.

"If the Song family wants to kill me, how could I let them" Yang Chen said calmly.

Song Huayi remained silent for a few seconds, then his eyes were filled with determination as he looked at Yang Chen and said: "If someone really wants to die, it's their own fault! All I ask of Mr. Yang is that when the time comes, you can spare the Song family."

"Good"

"I promise you!" Yang Chen nodded.

Song Huayi was stunned. He originally thought Yang Chen wouldn't agree, and he just wanted to do his best. If Yang Chen really wanted to destroy the Song family, he wouldn't have any psychological burden.

To his surprise, Yang Chen surprisingly agreed so easily.

"Thank you, Mr. Yang! Thank you, Mr. Yang!" Song Huayi repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

Yang Chen smiled lightly and then said, "Let's go too!"

Song Huayi was shocked again. Just based on Yang Chen's performance just now, even winning the championship today would be effortless.

The champion's prize money is in the hundreds of millions, yet Yang Chen is actually going to give it up

However, thinking about Yang

Now that he knows about the relationship between Chen and the person from the Northern Territory, he understands.

Just as the three were about to leave, several burly men suddenly blocked their path.

When Song Huayi saw their attire, his pupils constricted because the clothing belonged to the Golden Club.

Mr. Yang, the competition isn't over yet, are you leaving It seems inappropriate, doesn't it

A playful voice suddenly rang out.

Yang Chen raised his sword brows slightly, looking at the youth who was walking towards him, and sneered: "The competition isn't over yet, what does it have to do with me"

The young man before me, Yang Chen had seen him earlier, the one who had tried to forcefully buy the land in the south suburbs from him this morning. He was one of the four great royal families'

First, the Cao family, followed by Cao Hui.

At this moment, two elders dressed in Tang suits followed him on either side. Each of them exuded a powerful aura.

The old man in Tang costume beside Yu Wenbin may not be as strong as either of the two older men.

“You’re the hot favorite to win tonight, with almost half the audience already betting on you. If you leave now, how am I supposed to explain that to them” Cao Hui said with a sly smile.

And his words also indicate his relationship with the Golden Club.

Originally, the Golden Club was a Cao family business. No wonder it could exist in such a lucrative place under the noses of the Eight Gates of Yan City.

(The End)

Important Reminder

This novel was first published on the Traditional Chinese Novels Website.轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！