"Yanchen, I'm going to kill you!"

Zhou Wuyang let out a roar.

He was resting at home and suddenly received a call from Wang Lun, but he was told that his son Zhou Peng died at the hands of Yanchen, how could he accept such a thunderbolt on a sunny day, his son was his most important continuation capital.

At this moment, he no longer had any other thoughts in his heart, and only by killing Yanchen could he relieve the hatred in his heart.

"Yanchen, you give me death!"

Seeing the figure in front of him, Zhou Wuyang suddenly waved the steel knife in his hand and slashed straight at Yan Chen's shoulder, the hideousness on his face was already close at hand, he believed that if this knife went down, Yan Chen would definitely lose half of his arm.

Yes!

A terrible scream was accompanied by the sound of the steel knife in his hand penetrating into the bones, Zhou Wuyang was overjoyed in his heart, the strength of his hand suddenly increased a few points, and one arm was directly cut off.

"Patriarch, it's me!"

An unwilling voice rang out.

The joy on Zhou Wuyang's face disappeared in an instant, and when he saw the person in front of him clearly, the steel knife in his hand had been suddenly pulled out by him, "Yanchen!"

"He... Him!"

The man in black in front of him couldn't hold on any longer, so he collapsed to the ground.

At this time, Zhou Wuyang no longer had time to understand the illusion that appeared just now, he obviously slashed Yanchen, but in the end he became his own person, on the other hand, Yanchen was still fighting on the side, which made him angry, turned around, and rushed towards Yanchen again.

On the other side, Xiao Qi has quickly solved the opponent, none of these people in Xiao Qi's hands can survive a round, all of them were killed here, seeing that Zhou Wuyang was rushing towards the prince, Xiao Qi suddenly accelerated and jumped, and before Zhou Wuyang approached Yanchen, a figure fell from the sky and kicked out directly.

Bang!

The steel knife in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Dare to do it to the prince, I think you have eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall!"

Xiao Qi would not be polite to him, and won Zhou Wuyang in one fell swoop between two rounds.

Xiao Qi, who did not have the prince's fate, did not kill him for the time being, but just escorted him down.

Poof!

With the fall of the last figure, Zhou Wuyang looked at him in a daze, in the crowd he didn't realize how powerful Yanchen was, standing outside at this time, he saw that all the people he brought were all killed here, and they didn't cause any harm to the two of them.

"Yanchen, if you want to kill or kill it, if I Zhou Wuyang frowns, it will be considered that I have lived in vain!"

Although he was shocked by everything in front of him, the courage cultivated by a person who had practiced martial arts for a long time still remained in this person.

Since you didn't follow Li Si's order to kill the Yan family five years ago, I will spare you from dying, I will spare you from dying today, I will bring back your son's body, you can take it away, but I hope you can also come to the scene on the fifteenth day of next month, and I will deal with your life and death at that time!"

Zhou Wuyang looked at the person in front of him, dressed in black, with a faint tone and a calm expression, just like the Yama who judged life and death.

"Yanchen, I didn't kill you Yan Shi at the beginning because I couldn't see that Li Si's style, if you let me go today, I won't be afraid to let the tiger return to the mountain, and then I will bring someone to come, you killed my son, this hatred I don't share with you!"

Zhou Wuyang did not feel grateful because of Yanchen's grace of not killing, how could the revenge of killing his son be revealed so easily.

"Get someone out and give it to him, this is also my last tolerance for you, your son was not killed by me!"

Hearing Yanchen's words, Xiao Qi quickly let go of the person, turned around and headed towards the trunk of the vehicle, directly dragging out a corpse and throwing it on the ground.

"My son!"

Zhou Wuyang couldn't hold back the grief in his heart anymore when he saw the scene in front of him, and rushed directly to the front, looking at the dead Zhou Peng with trembling hands.

"Yanchen, you keep saying that you didn't kill him yourself, so how can you explain this, why do you want to deceive me, a lonely person!"

"Whatever you want, but I advise you to take a good look at his forehead!" Yan Chen walked straight back to the house.

Zhou Wuyang was the only one left in the field, hugging Zhou Peng with tears on his face, he never thought that his son would meet him in this way, how long did he come back, and a fresh life disappeared in front of him.

Looking around at the unusually quiet surroundings, he realized that there was nothing left.

Forehead...?

Zhou Wuyang suddenly remembered, so he looked carefully at the forehead, gently lifted it up, and touched it directly with one hand.

Blood!

A handful of shocking blood on his hands.

There was a sudden burst in his heart, and then Zhou Wuyang looked around again, almost everyone had a red light on their necks, faintly leaching out a trace of blood, on the other hand, although his son was a little crippled, but it was not enough to die.

But the bullet in his forehead was a deep hit in his heart.

In his battle with Yanchen today, he knew that Yanchen was powerful, if he really wanted to kill himself, he didn't need to work so hard at all, obviously his words still had some real references.

A moment of coldness made Zhou Wuyang sober up, quickly shook his head, and threw out the slightest doubt in his heart, he knew that his children had been following behind Wang Xingwen, and every time they were in the task, they were all gone, and that Wang Xingwen made a good marksmanship, I heard that if one shot goes down, it is difficult to escape life and death below the eighth grade.

This matter was also told to him by his son Zhou Peng himself, "Come on, take him down!"

Zhou Wuyang, who was accustomed to commanding people, realized that there was no one around him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, looking at his son on the ground, his hatred for Yanchen was reduced a lot, and at this time, the slightest inappropriate thought in his mind was gradually taking root.

Jingle bells...

At this time, a phone rang, and when Zhou Wuyang saw the phone number on it, the pain on his face instantly turned into a calm look.

"Wu Yang, how are you? Is that Yanchen dead, do you need me to send some people over!

The familiar voice of Brother Wang suddenly came from the microphone, and after listening carefully, every word revealed deep care.

"Why don't you speak, what's going on in Wuyang?"

The voice in the microphone was visibly anxious.

"It's okay, Brother Wang, I'm back, I didn't kill Yanchen, and my son Zhou Peng's body is gone!"

The words without the slightest emotion came out of Zhou Wuyang's mouth slowly, and the microphone suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and a young voice came again later, "Uncle Zhou, I'm sorry, I didn't protect Zhou Peng, don't worry, I will definitely avenge him, and I will definitely bring back the corpse!"