Chapter 200

ocious grin. "Ignorant brat, spouting wild words, so arrogant as to say you want me, Guanzhengshan, to disappear""You seem to misunderstand your situation."As soon as he spoke, more than a dozen exper...Chapter 200

And in the center of the crack, there is also a hole, and bricks have flown into the car.

"Oops!"

The tires screeched against the pavement, and the Lexus slowly pulled over to the side of the road.

A middle-aged figure got out of the car, his face sullenly staring at Samba, and then strode over.

This middle-aged man was the first expert sent by the Yang family to assassinate Yang Chen, Qian Biao.

The moment he got out of the car, Samba felt a surge of powerful killing intent wash over him. Samba's expression instantly became grave, knowing in his heart that this middle-aged man was a master.

"Are you sent by Yang Chen"

Qian Biao easily guessed Samba's purpose.

Samba coldly glanced at Qian Biao: "Want to kill Mr. Yang, are you worthy"

As soon as his words left his lips, Samba had already launched a fist at Qian Biao.

"Overreaching!"

Qian Biao said coldly, without feeling Samba's killing intent at all, he just took slow steps forward.

The next second, Samba rushed over, throwing a punch.

"Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, Qian Biao suddenly stretched out an arm and grabbed Samba's fist.

Sambo's face changed drastically. He knew exactly how much force he had put into that punch, but it was easily blocked by the other party. This clearly showed that the other party's strength far surpassed his own.

"With only this much ability, you dare to stop me"

Qian Biao sneered, a silver dagger gleaming in his other hand. Without the slightest hesitation, he plunged it toward Senba's neck.

Samba didn't expect the other party to use cold weapons right away. A strong sense of crisis came over him, and he swung his other fist out fiercely.

"Bang!"

Samba's fist landed on Qian Biao's wrist, but it only slightly altered the trajectory of the dagger, unable to stop his killing blow.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce Samba's neck, a figure suddenly appeared.

"Get out of here!"

Ma Chao, who had been hiding in the shadows, emerged like a wild beast unleashed, delivering a crushing blow to Qian Biao's chest.

Qian Biao only felt his chest being struck by a powerful force, and he retreated seven or eight steps before stopping.

Samba saw Ma Chao and gasped for breath. Just now, he had almost been killed.

"You're no match for him, get out of the way!"

Ma Chao said something to Samba, his eyes fixed on Qian Biao.

Even Ma Chao, facing Qian Biao, could feel a hint of crisis. This shows just how strong the opponent was.

Qian Biao's blood surged within him, his eyes wide with shock. Ma Chao's punch had sent him reeling back seven or eight steps.

"Who are you"

Qian Biao adjusted his state slightly and suddenly spoke.

"A mighty warrior of the North, reduced to assassination You are unworthy of the name 'Northerner.'"

Ma Chao's face was cold. From the moment Qian Biao made his move, he had recognized the assassination technique used by the other party – it came from the Northern Territory.

Upon hearing Ma Chao's words, Qian Biao trembled all over and was shocked: "You, who are you"hips onto the table and went all in."Haha, I won!"The nouveau riche, sporting a thick gold chain, laughed boisterously as he swept all the chips on the table back to himself.Qin Dayong lost a lot agai...