C38 Break Door

Seeing Chen Feng faint and his body curled up into a ball, covered in blood, Yang Chen stopped. He glanced at the pale little girl beside him and revealed that harmless and warm smile again, "Don't be afraid, I'm not here to kill you."

Yang Chen's smile almost made the delinquent girl, who was already on the verge of fainting, wet her pants.

"I beg you to spare me …" She couldn't say anything else.

"Don't be afraid, I already said I won't kill you." Yang Chen frowned gloomily and asked, "Since you have something to do with Chen Feng, do you know where Chen Dehai is now?"

The delinquent girl saw that Yang Chen really didn't want to kill her, so she calmed down a little and replied in a low voice, "I, I'm not sure either. Usually, Boss Chen would be in the study on the top floor."

"En, looks like those idiots didn't lie to me." Yang Chen muttered to himself and walked towards the door.

Seeing this, the delinquent girl couldn't care less about her fear as she exclaimed, "You don't want to run away?"

"Why would I run away?" Yang Chen turned around.

"Those shouts must have attracted those thugs. They will rush up very soon!" The delinquent girl was actually worried for Yang Chen, even though she was still tied up by the stockings.

Yang Chen smiled indifferently, "It would be best if Chen Dehai also came personally." He went out the door and closed it behind him.

According to his memory, Chen Dehai's study was located in the center of the top floor, which was also the middle area of the fourth floor. Yang Chen walked into the corridor and headed straight for the staircase.

Sure enough, after a few steps, a lot of people swarmed up and down the stairs. They were all dressed in the same black uniform as the lackeys at the entrance, but their hands were already equipped with weapons such as electric shock rods and steel-nailed boxers.

Yang Chen naturally wouldn't be naive enough to think that Chen Dehai's men would not have guns, but this was still within the country. China Government's gun control was famous for being strict throughout the world. It was impossible for every one of his subordinates to be armed with firearms. Thus, if he was to truly point a gun at him, then only the elites would be able to do so.

Yang Chen did not dislike the lackeys in front of him at all. He threw all of them downstairs. After all, he hadn't fought for a long time. Yang Chen was happy to have 20-30 people rushing over for him to practice.

When a group of lackey's furiously tried to beat this young man who was strolling in the courtyard to death, they quickly realized that they could not even catch their target!

Yang Chen's footsteps were as fast as lightning. Every time he moved, it was like a special effect produced by a movie — an afterimage.

While he was moving, Yang Chen's body just happened to be in the range of the encirclement from dozens of people. Every time he stopped briefly, his hand would grab onto the arm of one of the lackeys and use the lackey's hand to beat up the closest accomplice. Those who were lucky enough to get hit in the arm or leg, or those who were unlucky enough to get hit in the head with a stick!

There was no pattern, no pattern. It was all about moving fast and calculating accurately. It was a simple and effective technique that did not waste time at all!

It caused a 20-30 square meters area at the entrance of the building to become a complete mess. Everyone could only see a black figure moving back and forth in front of them. They did not dare to easily hit the electric baton in their hands.

Miserable screams sounded one after another in the corridor. In less than a minute, only four or five of the more than thirty horsemen who had charged over were left hiding in fear. The rest of the horsemen were sprawled on the ground in pain, not daring to get up.

Yang Chen clapped his hands and looked at the remaining five lackeys that did not dare to come forward, "You guys are not coming here to play?"

The five hastily shook their heads, trying to curry favor with him as they revealed smiles that were uglier than crying.

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On the way to the fourth floor, Yang Chen found the door of the study easily. The door was specially made to guard against theft. If nothing unexpected happened, then this door would be bulletproof.

Yang Chen looked at the monitor in the corridor and smiled. Chen Dehai was indeed an old fox. He knew that he had entered the apartment, but he didn't rush to get rid of him. Instead, he sent more than 30 men to test him and kill him. Right now, he was hiding in a room that looked like a metal barrel. It seemed like there was an inescapable net inside.

In fact, if it wasn't for him, his move would've been a good one, but he definitely didn't know his true strength. Otherwise, it would've been wiser for him to have chosen to escape.

The steel door in front of him seemed to be indestructible, but Yang Chen didn't care too much about it. If it was him from two years ago, perhaps he would have needed more effort to forcefully open it. However, the current him, following the change in the strange martial arts he had cultivated, was no longer of much use to such a defense.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Chen kicked the thick steel door like lightning!

"Bam!"

There was a dull thud as the steel door was kicked into a depression. At the joints of the walls, cracks appeared on the marble walls and stone fragments fell onto the floor!

Yang Chen withdrew his foot in satisfaction, walked up and gently pushed …

"Bam!"

A cloud of dust rose and the steel door fell into the room. It had been forced open just like that!

In the brightly lit study room in front of him, there were already many people standing.

"Little brother, you are quite skilled." A calm, low, and hoarse voice came from the man sitting behind the large oak desk in the study.

Yang Chen only needed a single glance to recognize Chen Dehai, because other than having a bit of gray hair, the man's face and appearance were very similar to his son, Chen Feng. His figure was also not that tall, only a bit more ancient and sinister.

Behind Chen Dehai, there was a row of more than ten bodyguards in suits. At this moment, everyone had a serious expression and their hands had already reached inside their clothes. Obviously, they were on standby.

What made Yang Chen surprised was that the man standing closest to Chen Dehai was the muscular bald man he met in the bar before. At this moment, he was already one of Chen Dehai's most trusted men, protecting Chen Dehai's safety.

When the baldy saw Yang Chen, he was also a bit surprised, but he did not show it.

"Sorry to break your door." Yang Chen smiled and slowly walked into the study.

Chen Dehai said with a fake smile, "No worries, if the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come. It doesn't matter if the door breaks, as long as there's compensation."

"And if I don't pay?"

"Then ask little brother to tell me why you came to my apartment to do these things, and then I'll make my decision." Chen Dehai knocked on the desk with his skinny hand and said calmly: "I, Chen Dehai, have been in Zhong Hai for 20 or 30 years, and am not the kind of unreasonable person. Little brother, you have extraordinary skills, if possible, I hope we are friends and not enemies."

Yang Chen nodded carelessly and looked around. In Chen Dehai's study, there were huge bookshelves filled with all kinds of books and domestic and foreign publications. On a small case, there were even the four treasures of the study. They were actually used for writing.

"It seems like you've read quite a few books. Your education level is quite good." Yang Chen did not answer the question directly.

Chen Dehai frowned, "Even if he is a gangster, this era is not something that can be achieved simply by fighting with one's blood." He didn't seem to understand what Yang Chen meant by that.

Yang Chen nodded in agreement. "I want to say that if your son Chen Feng had half your brain, you wouldn't have to die today." Yang Chen said with a bright smile.