"Let's talk about it tomorrow, I'll go first." Ye Chen didn't agree, but waved his hand, came to the side of the street and stopped a taxi to rush to the Su family's villa.

The taxi drove slowly on the street, and Ye Chen tried to send a message to Su Ruoxue.

But the other end didn't reply to her.

"Fuck, these stupid calves in the back, what are you going to do with the high beams?"

At this time, the taxi driver suddenly scolded.

Ye Chen raised his head and noticed through the rearview mirror that three or four vans behind him were following them closely.

In an instant, Ye Chen raised his vigilance.

The group of people in the car was most likely pigtailed people.

As for why he didn't get close to him, maybe it was to find out where Ye Chen's family lived.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen immediately decided to pull over the taxi.

Then he dropped the fare and lit a cigarette on the curb of the road.

Sure enough, everything was right as Ye Chen thought.

All four vans stopped in front of him, the doors opened, and a dozen strong men stepped out of the car with machetes.

Ye Chen's cold eyes swept over, but he didn't see the figure of the pigtail.

"Didn't your master come?" Ye Chen spit out a smoke ring and asked with a smile.

"Boy, I advise you to know how to lift, our master wants to see you." The big man at the head said coldly.

"Your lord?"

"What is it?"

"Let me go see him?" Ye Chen seemed to have heard a joke.

The strong man didn't get angry, but took out his mobile phone, flipped out a photo, and threw it to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen glanced at the photo, and his eyes instantly turned red.

In the photo, it was Su Ruoxue lying on a strange bed.

"What did you do to her?"

In an instant, an overwhelming cold air swept in.

The strong man shivered from the cold, and thought it was because of the weather, so he couldn't help but tighten the clothes on his body.

"Boy, don't worry, our master is a gentleman and never stabs him in the back."

"This time I came to you, and it was also our lord's intention, he invited you to sit at home."

"He wanted to see who was rejoicing in his son." The strong man said lightly.

Ye Chen threw the cigarette under his feet and stepped on it, turned around and got into the van.

Several people also quickly got into the car and started.

On the way, everyone didn't say a word.

These people were also curious about Ye Chen's calmness.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in a remote villa area.

Ye Chen jumped out of the car and followed the strong man into a villa.

In the living room, a man who is nearly half a hundred years old, with a thin figure and a Buddhist bead around his neck, is sitting on a mahjong table.

Several people next to him were accompanying him to play mahjong.

Next to the man stood a foxy woman who was massaging him.

"Master, I brought the people." The strong man stepped forward, bent down and said respectfully.

The man raised his head and nodded silently: "Got it, go down." ”

After speaking, the strong man quickly left the villa, and the man did not communicate with Ye Chen too much.

After a single eye contact, he continued to play mahjong with his head down.

"Where are my people?" Ye Chen asked coldly.

But the man continued to bow his head and rub the mahjong as if he hadn't heard it, and played a card with a smile from time to time.

In this way, Ye Chen was annoyed in an instant.

Ye Chen strode over and kicked the mahjong table over with one kick.

"Bang!"

The mahjong table fell to the ground, and dozens of mahjong tiles were scattered.

At the same time, the other three people who played mahjong took out a gun from their pockets and aimed it at Ye Chen's head.

As long as the man gave an order, they would definitely choose to shoot without any hesitation, and Ye Chen's head would be shattered.

"In the end, it's a young man, impetuous and impulsive."

The man was not angry, but smiled slightly, and with the help of the woman on the side, he stood up from the stool and walked towards the sofa step by step.

The woman put a cigar in his mouth, then lit it respectfully with both hands and stood aside.

The man took a hard puff on his cigar and opened his mouth to let out a heavy puff of smoke.

"Your name is Ye Chen?" The man asked.

"It's me."

"You're the one who hit my son at the bar?" The man continued.

"That's right." Ye Chen didn't find a reason, and directly chose to admit it.

"After so many years, you are still the first person who dares to beat my son, say, how do you want to die?"

"Gives you two choices."

"One, cut off your legs, kneel in front of my son's hospital bed for three days and three nights, and no matter what happens during this time, you can't have any opinion."

"Two, that's to let them crash you."

The man said with a smile.

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows: "Isn't there three?" ”

"Nope." The man was stunned for a moment, unable to hear what Ye Chen meant.

"Then I'll tell you."

"Three, you and your son, all of you have to kneel down and kowtow to me to make amends."

"Smack!"

"You're a big!" Even though the man had been restraining his temper, at this moment he was furious and threw the tea cup on the table next to him to the ground.

"Bang!" At the same time, a person pulled the trigger, and a bullet was fired in an instant.

Straight to Ye Chen's temple!