Yang Chen looked at Haydn Weir and thought about what to do with him.

Haydn Weir looked at Yang Chen's cold eyes, and felt a cool breath rush from the soles of his feet to his head, as if he was being pointed at his head with a snatch.

He swallowed nervously.

He felt that he needed to impress Yang Chen between his decisions.

"Excuse me, what shall I call you?" asked Haydn Weir.

Yang Chen glanced at Haydn Weir and said lightly, "Are you worthy?"

Maybe Tommy still had some qualifications, although Tommy was a mess, but I have to admit that Tommy is still relatively wise and can be regarded as a qualified opponent. It's just that Tommy is facing him, and the difference in strength is too great, and failure is doomed from the beginning.

And this in front of you?

In Yang Chen's view, Haydn Weir was just a puppet set up.

Haydn Weir was not annoyed when he heard this, but sneered: "Yes, yes, then I will call you the Dragon Boss!"

The arrogance that matches the strength is called Gao Leng, he doesn't feel that there is anything wrong, but he feels that Yang Chen is even more fearless.

He knew that the Huaxia people called themselves the descendants of the dragon, so he thought of such a title.

Yang Chen couldn't help but smile when he heard it.

He sat down and looked at Haydn Weir and said, "Tell me, how do you want to get your life back?"

Yang Chen could naturally see Haydn Weir's idea.

Seeing Yang Chen's reaction, Haydn Weir was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Recently, we just got a batch of diamonds, all of them are superb, do you want to pick some for your friends?"

Yang Chen stared at Haydn Weir, his face not changing in the slightest.

Obviously, he was not interested in any of this.

After all, he still needs to return to China with Wei Xueqing and them, and he will definitely not be able to pass the security check with diamonds.

Seeing that Yang Chen was not interested in the slightest, Haydn Weir couldn't help but feel anxious.

How can a person who is not sensitive to money be impressed?

Soon, he thought of another way and said with a sneer: "We brought back two chicks from Russia just now, why don't you open the bag?"

Hearing this, Yang Chen stood up.

Haydn Weir was taken aback by Yang Chen's actions.

That menacing appearance doesn't look like interest at all, but anger!

Yang Chen stared at Haydn Weir and said, "What are you doing to catch Chinese girls?"

This was the real purpose of his visit, and Haydn Weir said that the Russian girl was just an opportunity.

"This ......" Haydn Weir looked embarrassed, because he knew that Yang Chen was from Huaxia, and if he really wanted to tell the truth, he would die an ugly death.

"Say!" Yang Chen snorted coldly, and the fierce light in his eagle eyes flickered.

Haydn Weir was so frightened that he didn't dare to hide it anymore, and said truthfully: "We have a website on the deep web that specializes in selling some girls to some nobles and capitalists as maids. Now many European aristocrats are interested in Chinese girls, and think that Chinese girls are well-behaved and tender, so they ......"

Although Haydn Weir said it tactfully, Yang Chen understood that these girls who were sold were slaves, or even worse!

He is well aware of the darkness of human nature in the dark web.

"I just need you to promise me one condition!" Yang Chen said in a deep voice.

"You say!" Hayden Weir bowed, looking respectful.

Yang Chen said: "In the future, you must not be involved in the transactions of the Huaxia people! If I find out again, I will make you regret coming to this world!"

He is not the Holy Mother, he is just a Chinese person, so all he can manage is the Chinese people, it is simply unrealistic to completely put an end to this dark transaction, but to protect the safety of his own people, this is Yang Chen's responsibility and obligation!

"Yes, yes, I will do it! I will do it!" Hayden Weir nodded quickly.

"Remember your words!" Yang Chen snorted coldly, and slashed his knife at Haydn Weir's neck, causing him to fall unconscious.

Yang Chen's figure flashed and disappeared into the room.

……

After a long time, Haydn Weir woke up and found that Yang Chen had disappeared, and his heart was full of rage.

He quickly took out his mobile phone, because he was so nervous that his fingers trembled several times before he could enter the password.

Finally turning on his mobile phone, he hurriedly called the leaders sent by the headquarters to supervise Paris.

The top floor of an upscale apartment on the banks of the Seine in downtown Paris.

In the dark room, a burly man sat on the sofa, looking particularly gloomy and fierce against the background of the moonlight.

On his right-hand side, a BlackBerry rang.

Dahan glanced at his phone and pressed the connect button.

Haydn Weir's voice was immediately heard in the earpiece.

"Boss, it's not good, just now a Chinese man rushed to my house and warned me not to do any more business with Chinese people, what do you say I should do?"

When Dahan heard this voice, his palm tightened suddenly, and he almost crushed the phone!

A fierce glint erupted in his eyes, and he yelled at the microphone: "Fake! Can you fucking stop provoking the Huaxia people? You will only get into more trouble if you sell those Huaxia girls! If you don't want me to feed you in the sea to fish, don't provoke the Huaxia people again!"

Haydn Weir was dumbfounded, wondering why the boss had such a big temper.

But he didn't dare to ask more, since the boss also said so, he just did it honestly.

Hanging up the phone, Owen Brooke smashed the phone to pieces and scolded: "Fake! Isn't the lesson learned before enough? He even dares to attack the Huaxia people! Is the name of the Shura King a joke? Fake! Lao Tzu's life is almost gone!"

With the sound of an electric current, the lights came on.

There was a mess around Owen Brook.

The couch under which he had just sat was riddled with holes, apparently after a fierce round of strafing.

The glass under his feet shattered to the ground, and the wine cabinets, furniture, and walls around him ...... None of them were good places, as if a demolition team had come in.

And on one wall, a bright red phoenix is painted on the wall.

Seeing this symbol, Owen Brooke swallowed and foamed at the mouth in fear.

Just before Haydn Weir called him, his home had also undergone a catastrophe, as evidenced by the corpses lying on the ground and the mess all over the house.

The legendary Huaxia Huofeng didn't know where he learned that they were selling Huaxia girls, so he killed the door alone, solved all his subordinates, and finally pointed a gun at his head and warned him: Don't fight the idea of the Huaxia people again!

Just as Owen Brooke was congratulating that he had escaped, Hayden Weir called again to say that he had also been attacked.

This made Owen Brooke unable to calm down any longer.

Three years ago, he still remembers that bloody storm vividly.

The legendary King Shura is like the god of death in hell, no! even if the god of death sees him, he will be afraid of three points!

The killing, one man wiped out all the members of their Paris, and finally left his name behind.

Even after three years, the name still wakes Owen Brooke from his nightmare every night!

King Shura!

He's from Huaxia!

So the last person he dared to provoke in his life was the Chinese people!

And now that he has been attacked twice, it is very likely that he was killed by someone from the Shura Temple!

Thinking of the horror of the Shura Temple, Owen Brooke couldn't sit still anymore!

He was going to call the headquarters and ask for a job transfer! He didn't dare to stay in Paris any longer!