Ye Qianyan drove the car to the Meicang River Wharf in the old city, and he gasped for breath.

"Ah, I don't ask for you"

There seemed to be a female voice calling for help from the dock hut, but the voice was too small to be heard very clearly.

Ye Qianyan pushed the car door, leaned on a good leg, and jumped towards the hut on the dock.

"Bang"

Pushing open the door of the hut, Gong Luochen appeared in front of him with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, holding his mobile phone.

In the mobile phone, the call of "Ah I don't ask for you" is still playing.

This voice was not Ye Qingyan's at all.

"Gong Luochen, you lied to me"

"Speaker Ye, as I said, I am a businessman and like to do business on both sides.

I didn't lie to you, but I didn't remember the location, your sister is now in another place, and she was fucked by Huo Xiujie.

I also want to remember the location, and I also want to see what your sister is like when she is fucked.

When I think about it, her screams are really **. ”

"Scum"

In the next second, Ye Qianyan felt a coldness in his lower back, mixed with pain.

"Hmm" Ye Qianyan snorted coldly in pain, and the dagger inserted in his waist then rotated the direction.

Ye Qianyan saw this person's face clearly, it turned out to be Su Yihong.

"Ye Qianyan, my daughter, my grandson's revenge, I must avenge it."

Ye Qianyan pushed Su Yihong fiercely, with a dagger still stuck in his waist, and turned out to run.

However, the dock was already densely packed with thugs from the Su Group, all holding machetes in their hands.

"Speaker Ye, you are still powerful, learn from Guan Yu, go to the meeting alone"

Ye Qianyan took out his mobile phone and dialed Ye Qingyan's phone, but unfortunately no one answered.

At this time, a thug slashed at him, Ye Qianyan pulled out a pistol and shot the person in the head.

It's a pity that there are only ten bullets in the pistol, but there are more than thirty thugs here.

When the bullets ran out, Ye Qianyan pulled out the dagger on his waist.

He dialed Ye Qingyan's phone in one hand, held the dagger in the other, and relied on his only leg to fight with the remaining two dozen thugs.

Ye Qianyan's shadow dodged in the light and shadow of a machete glowing with Senhan.

Cool blades cut through his skin.

Sweat mixed with blood, endlessly swaying.

Blood was streaming from the back of his hand, but he was holding his phone tightly.

Kicked down countless times, the blade slicing through his back.

He held on to the good leg again and thrust his dagger into the thug's chamber.

The sword flashed, blood splashed, and the water of the Meicang River next to it was dyed red.

After the last thug fell, Ye Qianyan also lay on the ground, he was up and down, and countless knife wounds were bleeding out.

The mobile phone, which was stained red with blood, was still dialing Ye Qingyan's phone over and over again.

Su Yihong and Gong Luochen slowly walked to Ye Qianyan's side.

"You can still fight" Gong Luochen pulled out a dagger and plunged it into Ye Qianyan's back.

Ye Qianyan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he no longer had the strength to resist.

With trembling fingers, he clicked on Ye Qingyan's phone on the phone again.

It was all he had.

Su Yihong picked up a machete from the ground, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and aimed it at the back of Ye Qianyan's neck, ready to cut off his head.

"Ye Qianyan, I want to use your head to pay tribute to my dead grandson"

Su Yihong raised the machete.

"Bang"

The machete in Su Yihong's hand fell, and he was shot in the wrist.

Gong Luochen didn't raise his head, but ran in the opposite direction of the gunshot. 166 Reading Network