In October, the weather in Jiangcheng has already turned cooler.

Ye Beichen, who was dressed in black, with a tall figure and a cold face, stood on the side of the street like a jade tree in the wind.

The raging fire burning in his eyes made the few people standing beside him feel a trace of palpitating heat.

The final focus of those deep eyes was a building decorated with golden lights.

Haoyang Building.

Ye Beichen took a deep breath, and his body, which was slightly trembling because of being too excited, also returned to calm.

"The time has come. ”

Ye Beichen muttered to himself in a low voice.

The few people who had been standing quietly behind Ye Beichen were also infected by his mood at this time, and their eyes became hot.

"Ye Shao, just the Xiao family, is just a clown who jumps off the beam, and he uses a knife to kill chickens? A few of our brothers went in and took Xiao Wuyang's dog head, so why do you need to dirty Ye Shao's hands?"

One of the burly men stepped forward, bowed slightly, and whispered instructions.

This person is more than two meters tall, as strong as an iron tower, the muscles of his arms are bulging, as if he wants to tear the sleeves of his shirt, his face is resolute, and his body exudes a murderous aura.

Ye Beichen smiled slightly: "Yin Peng, you have been with me for so long, I know that as long as I say a name, you will put that person's head in front of me within twenty-four hours, and there will be no mistake." ”

Yin Peng maintained a bowed posture and did not say a word.

"However, I, Ye Beichen, have been away from home for five years, just for revenge at this moment, you should understand that this kind of thing must be done with your own hands to make sense. ”

Ye Beichen slowly turned to Yin Peng and narrowed his eyes.

"You, don't you want to rob me of this exclusive fun, do you?"

Ye Beichen's voice became softer and softer, but in Yin Peng's ears, it was like thunder.

"The subordinates don't dare!"

Yin Peng "plopped" and hurriedly knelt down on one knee to plead guilty, the clothes on his back had been soaked with cold sweat.

"Stand down, and do not act without my orders. ”

Ye Beichen didn't look at Yin Peng again, and strode towards Haoyang Building.

"Xiao Wuyang, you forced my father and brother to death and took away the foundation of my Ye family, this revenge is not shared! Today, when my Ye Beichen returns from Yicheng, I will break your Xiao family into thousands of pieces, break bones and scatter ashes, in order to comfort my father and brother's soul in the sky!"

Five years ago, the Xiao family suddenly rose, and under Xiao Wuyang's thunderous methods, it quickly gained a firm foothold in Jiangcheng, and swept away the organizations that were hostile to the Xiao family openly and secretly, and the Ye family was one of them.

Now, Xiao Wuyang is in full swing, and the black and white roads in Jiangnan and Jiangbei have to sell him more or less face.

Haoyang Building is the Xiao family's industry. On the thirty-third floor of the building, there is a restaurant that is never open to the public.

Only when Xiao Wuyang holds a private banquet, he will invite a few people close to him to come to the banquet.

The local wealthy businessmen and celebrities in Jiangcheng are all proud of being invited to be Xiao Wuyang's guests.

Today is Xiao Wuyun's nineteenth birthday.

She is Xiao Wuyang's younger sister and the little princess of Jiangcheng.

She is a whole round younger than Xiao Wuyang, the parents of the brother and sister died early, and Xiao Wuyang loves this sister very much.

At this time, she was sitting on the main seat, receiving the blessings of relatives and friends, and her bright and moving face was full of happy smiles.

Suddenly, a loud bang broke the harmonious atmosphere at the table.

The hall door, which claimed to be able to block a single cannonball, had now collapsed into the ground, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

At the door of the hall, a figure stood proudly.

The person who came was Ye Beichen, and I saw that he was tall and heroic, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his aura was lofty, and he looked down on all living beings and was domineering!

The people who can sit at this table are all local young talents in Jiangcheng, but compared with Ye Beichen, they are all like the light of fireflies compared to the sun and the moon, all of them are overshadowed!

He slowly raised his right hand and pointed at Xiao Wuyang, an invisible momentum already condensed around him.

"Xiao Wuyang, today I, Ye Beichen, want you blood! debt! blood !!!"

The sound was like thunder, shaking the dishes and bowls, and the wine splashed everywhere.

The guests looked at each other silently.

Xiao Wuyang's face was gloomy, and he held Xiao Wuyun, who was trembling slightly because of fear, in one hand, and comforted him softly:

"Don't be afraid, it'll be fine. ”

However, in Ye Beichen's view, Xiao Wuyang's performance was just forced to calm down.

Since his debut, people like this who are still dying have seen many people, Xiao Wuyang, but the next sacrifice.

Ye Beichen watched everyone's reactions with satisfaction, and was about to step in.

A figure suddenly stopped in front of him, looking at the dress, it was a security guard.

"Sir, please show me the invitation. The security guard's voice was a little hoarse.

Ye Beichen glanced at the security guard.

Although this person is more than one meter eight tall, his face is pale, his body is thin, he looks like a malnourished bean sprout, he looks mediocre, he has no combat effectiveness, and on his badge is a very ordinary name - Zhao Yan.

A thought arose in Ye Beichen's mind, but before it could take shape, he was driven out by reason again.

"That one, who disappeared five years ago, is said to have fallen long ago, and this is just a namesake of the same name. ”

"Good dog doesn't get in the way, get out of the way!" Ye Beichen casually pushed Zhao Yan's chest.

In Ye Beichen's opinion, this security guard is simply stunned, and he has behaved so obviously, haven't you seen that he is here to make trouble today?

This push seems to be ordinary, but if it is a normal person who has not practiced martial arts, he will have to lie on the hospital bed for ten days and half a month, to say the least.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yan did not move at all, and still stubbornly stopped in front of Ye Beichen.

"If you don't have an invitation, please leave, you're not welcome here. ”

It's still that hoarse and emotionless voice.

Ye Beichen laughed angrily, although the main target was the Xiao brothers and sisters, but this security guard was so blind, he didn't eat and drink in the toast, and Ye Beichen didn't mind using his life first to kick off this revenge feast.

So, Ye Beichen clenched his right hand representing death, and swung out a straight fist!

There was no warning!

Under his punch, there are many underground boxers, mercenary masters, retired soldier kings and the like!

He had no doubt that the security guard in front of him, who had a vegetable-looking face, would die a miserable death under this punch.

However, who made him die for the Xiao family?

Whether it is a person or a dog, as long as it is related to the Xiao family, it will have to die!

Killing one person is not enough to relieve hatred!

However, Xiao Wuyun can die later, and her taste seems to be good......

Thinking that he would soon be able to feast, the corners of Ye Beichen's mouth hooked up a cruel smile.

But in an instant, the smile turned to consternation.

Because his right hand, which could destroy the iron gate, failed to bombard Zhao Yan into slag as expected.

On the wrist, there was a cold touch and a sharp pain in the heart.

The three fingers of Zhao Yan's left hand had already clamped his wrist like a hydraulic plier, and Ye Beichen's entire right arm was suddenly sore, and he no longer had half of his strength.

The right fist was restrained, Ye Beichen was in danger, and his left foot flew up, directly taking Zhao Yan's lower abdomen. His kung fu is not only in his hands, but also in a pair of feet, which is enough to crush Ling Xiao.

However, Zhao Yan's figure dissipated like a mist, and this kick was empty again.

Then, Ye Beichen's eyes darkened, and he felt that the sky was spinning for a while.

"Could it be...... You really are ......."

This was Ye Beichen's last thought before he lost consciousness.