"Jianye, who injured you like this?"

Jia Xibei looked at Sun Jian's miserable appearance, gritted his teeth and asked, "You tell me who it is, I will kill him and avenge you!"

"Little Jiazi, I know you're a good boy."

Sun Jian looked at Jia Xibei and said in a deep voice, "You can leave my affairs alone. You hurry up to find your mother, take her to leave Zhejiang and Hangzhou together, and help me tell your male sister that you will not let her step into Zhejiang and Hangzhou for half a step in this life!"

"Jianye, I just came back, how can I just leave?"

Jia Xibei scratched his head and asked with a puzzled expression, "Why can't the male sister set foot in Zhejiang and Hangzhou?" There are still a lot of our friends here, how can my male sister not set foot in Zhejiang and Hangzhou for half a step in her life?"

"Jasibe, do you know who that person you just killed is?"

Sun Jian's subordinate didn't wait for Sun Jian to answer, so he preemptively asked Jia Xibei first.

"Yes."

Jia Xibei nodded and said, "He just said that he is Yan Qiang, the eldest young master of the Yan family."

"Then do you know what kind of existence the Yan family is in Zhejiang and Hangzhou?"

The subordinate continued.

"Seems awesome, I've heard people mention it before."

Jasibe said.

"It's not just!"

The subordinate said solemnly, "The Yan family is the top existence among the upper-class families in Zhejiang and Hangzhou, and it is not something that the people of our underground world can provoke at all! If you kill the eldest young master of the Yan family, even Jian Ye can't protect you! I don't even know if Jian Ye can get through this hurdle!"

"So awesome?"

Jasibe frowned and said, "I had already brought the knife that Master gave me, and cut them all!"

"All cut?"

When the subordinate heard this, he immediately became angry: "The Yan family has a grandmaster, who do you think you are?" And cut them all down?"

"Is there only a Grandmaster?"

Jasibe thought for a moment and said, "In that case, even if I don't use Master's knife, I guess I can cut them down."

"Uh......"

The man didn't know what to say.

He still knows a little bit about Jasibe.

Although his combat effectiveness is not very good, his ability to resist beatings is very strong.

However, no matter how strong the ability to resist beating, can it be stronger than the grandmaster?

Even if you are given a knife, can you cut the grandmaster?

It's just wishful thinking!

Sun Jian was lying on the bed, looking at Jia Xibei, who looked at him, and suddenly found that he seemed to be unable to understand this kid.

Jasibe can be said to have grown up with him, this kid has always had a good character, and he is relatively low-key, and he is not a person who likes to talk big at all.

But now, he said such things, could he really have the strength to fight with the grandmaster?

This idea had just risen in his heart, and it was quickly overturned by him.

Jasibe and his daughter went out together, and the two had only been away for a few days, so how could they suddenly have the strength to fight with the grandmaster?

"By the way, Jianye, you haven't told me who caused this injury?"

Jia Xibei looked down at Sun Jian and said, "Who do you tell me, I will cut him down first, and then go to clean up the Yan family."

"Don't be so troublesome, it's the Yan family who did it!"

Sun Jian's subordinates spoke again.

"Then it seems that I didn't kill the wrong person when I killed the eldest young master of the Yan family!"

Jia Xibei clenched his fists, and the killing aura on his body involuntarily revealed: "Help me get a better knife, I will wash the Yan family in blood tonight!"

"Little Jiazi, do you listen to me?"

Sun Jianzheng said, "If you are obedient, do what I say, and hurry up with your mother......

"Jianye, why don't you believe me? Give me a knife, I can really bleed the Yan family!"

Jassy

Bei explained with a serious face.

"Okay, okay! I believe you can do it, right?"

Sun Jian persuaded again: "You are still young now, take your mother out to hibernate for a while, and when you have strength in the future, you will come back to avenge me, okay?"

"Forget it! I don't want to talk to you, so rest well, I'll get a good knife."

Jia Xibei is not good at words, and he knows that if he argues with Sun Jian again, there will be no good results, so it is better to speak directly with actions.

After dropping a word, he turned and walked outside.

"Jianye, this ......"

The subordinate looked at Jasibe's departing back and felt speechless. Xiu Shu

"Tell the brothers to follow him, and stop him in time if he does something stupid."

Sun Jian commanded.

"Okay."

After hearing this, his subordinates took out their mobile phones and began to arrange manpower.

Zhejiang Hangzhou Yan family.

The news of Yan Qiang's death was like a bombshell, making the entire Yan family boil.

"Son! My son! Your life is so miserable! You're young, why are you so early?"

"My son! Who was so cruel that he killed you?"

"My son! I'm your mother! Can you get up and say something to your mother?"

「……」

A graceful middle-aged woman lay on Yan Qiang's corpse, crying bitterly and muttering loudly.

Next to this woman, stood a middle-aged man with gray hair.

He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a tall figure, and he exuded the air of a superior person.

But at this time, his eyes were red, and his slightly wrinkled face was full of grief.

His name is Yan Xisong, he is the contemporary head of the Yan family, and he is also the father of the corpse on the ground!

The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, this kind of painful thing in the world befell him.

He also wanted to weep like his wife.

But his identity as the head of the family does not allow him to do that!

Therefore, although he was already grieving to the extreme, he still held back his tears.

"Husband, we have just this one son, you must avenge him! We must cut the man who killed our son with a thousand knives, so that he will not die a good death!"

The woman lay on her son's corpse, looked up at Yan Xisong, and said with a hideous expression.

"Don't worry! Not only do I want him to die a bad death, but I will also let everyone around him bury our son!"

Yan Xisong's grief-filled face also became hideous, and he turned his head to a Yan family member beside him and ordered, "Inform everyone, the meeting hall is open!" Xiushu.com

"Yes, Master!"

The man answered, and turned to tell the man.

Yan Xisong looked at the woman lying on the corpse and said, "People can't be resurrected after death, don't cry all the time, think about what to do with your son's funeral, if there is anything you need to buy, send someone to buy it directly."

"I...... I...... Cry a little longer. Woowoo...... O my son! You're dying so badly!"

Yan Xisong saw the woman's appearance like this, and after giving several women next to him, the Yan family, a look, strode towards the conference hall......