Seeing that Chen Feng had fainted, his body curled up into a crooked shape, and his lower body was a mess of blood and flesh, Yang Chen stopped. He glanced sideways at the delinquent girl whose face was deathly pale from fright, and once again revealed that harmless and warm smile, "Don't be afraid, I'm not here to kill you."
Yang Chen's smile made the delinquent who was about to faint from fright almost lose control of her bladder.
"Please … please spare me …" She couldn't say anything else.
"Don't be afraid, I said I won't kill you." Yang Chen gloomily creased his brows, and asked, "Since you're involved with Chen Feng, then do you know where Chen Dehai is right now?"
Seeing that Yang Cheng really didn't want to kill her, the girl calmed down and whispered, "I … I'm not sure. Usually, Boss Chen is in the study room on the top floor."
"Well … it seems that those idiots didn't lie to me." Yang Cheng muttered to himself and walked out the door.
The girl saw it and didn't care about her fear. She said in surprise, "You're not going to run away?"
"Run away? Why? "Yang Cheng turned back.
"The scream just now must have attracted those thugs. They will be here soon!" The girl was worried for Yang Cheng even though she was tied up by the stockings.
Yang Cheng smiled indifferently, "It's best if Chen Dehai comes here personally." After that, he walked out and closed the door.
According to his memory, Chen Dehai's study room was located in the middle of the top floor of the apartment, which was the center of the fourth floor. After Yang Cheng entered the corridor, he walked directly to the stairs.
Sure enough, after a few steps, there were a lot of people rushing up and down the stairs in front of him. They were all wearing the same black uniforms as the henchmen at the entrance, but they were all armed with weapons. There were electric batons, and there were also people wearing steel nail gloves.
Yang Cheng naturally wouldn't be naive to think that Chen Dehai's men didn't have guns. But after all, this was in China. The Hua Xia government's gun control was well-known in the world. It was impossible for every subordinate to be armed with firearms. Therefore, those who would really point a gun at him were definitely the elites.
Yang Cheng was not averse to throwing the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in front of him down the stairs. After all, it had been a long time since he had a real fight. Yang Cheng was quite happy to have twenty to thirty people rushing at him together for him to practice.
When a group of henchmen angrily tried to beat the young man who was still strolling leisurely to death, they quickly discovered that they couldn't even catch their target!
Yang Cheng's pace was as fast as lightning. Every time he moved, it was like a special effect from a movie — an afterimage.
In a seemingly simple movement, Yang Cheng's body perfectly shuttled through the encirclement of more than a dozen people. Every time he paused, his hand would grab the wrist of one of the henchmen who was holding a weapon, and then he would use the henchman's hand to beat the nearest henchman. The luckier ones were hit in the arms and legs, while the unluckier ones were hit in the head with a stick!
There was no order, no routine. It was all fast movements and precise calculations. It was simple and effective without the slightest sloppiness!
It made the twenty to thirty square meters area at the entrance of the corridor completely chaotic. Everyone only saw a black figure constantly moving back and forth in front of them. They did not dare to rashly use the electric batons in their hands, because if they were not careful, they would injure their own people.
A series of screams rang out at the entrance of the corridor. In just less than a minute, only four or five of the more than thirty henchmen who had rushed over were hiding in fear. Everyone else was sprawled on the ground in pain and did not dare to get up.
Yang Cheng clapped his hands and looked at the remaining five henchmen who did not dare to come forward with a smile. "You guys don't want to play?"
The five of them hurriedly shook their heads and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
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There were no more obstacles along the way. After reaching the fourth floor, Yang Cheng easily found the door of the study in the center. The door was actually a special steel anti-theft door. If he was not mistaken, it was also bulletproof.
Yang Cheng looked at the surveillance camera in the corridor and smiled with some boredom. Chen Dehai was indeed an old fox. He knew that Yang Cheng had entered the apartment, but he was not in a hurry to kill him. Instead, he first sent more than thirty henchmen to test and wear him down. Now that he was hiding in such an iron barrel-like room, there must be an inescapable trap inside.
In fact, if it was not for him, this was a good move. But he certainly did not know his true strength. Otherwise, he would have made a wiser choice to run away early.
The steel door in front of him seemed indestructible, but Yang Chen didn't take it to heart. If it was the him from two years ago, perhaps he would have to spend a bit more effort to forcefully open it. But the him now, with the changes in his strange martial arts, this kind of defense was no longer of much use.
Taking a slight breath, Yang Cheng kicked straight at the thick steel door like thunder!
"Bang!"
After a heavy muffled sound in the corridor, the steel door was kicked into a depression. At the seam connecting the wall, the marble wall was shaken to the point of cracking, and stone fragments fell to the ground!
Yang Cheng withdrew his foot in satisfaction, walked forward, and gently pushed …
"Bang!!!"
A burst of smoke rose, and the steel door fell into the room. It was actually forced open!
In the brightly lit study, there were indeed a lot of people standing there.
"Little brother, good skills." A calm, somewhat low and hoarse voice came from the man sitting behind the large oak desk in the study.
Yang Cheng only needed a glance to recognize Chen Dehai, because the man's face was very similar to his son, Chen Feng, except for his somewhat gray hair. He was not tall, but had a little more vicissitudes and gloominess.
Behind Chen Dehai, stood a row of more than ten bodyguards in suits. At the moment, each of them had a dignified expression, and their hands had already reached into the inside of their clothes. It was obvious that they were on standby to pull out the pistols inside.
What made Yang Cheng a little surprised was that the man standing closest to Chen Dehai was actually the strong bald man he met in the bar. At the moment, he was already one of Chen Dehai's most trusted subordinates, closely protecting Chen Dehai's safety.
When the bald man saw Yang Cheng, he also showed some surprise, but did not show it.
"Sorry, I broke your door." Yang Cheng raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and leisurely strolled into the study.
Chen Dehai said with a fake smile: "No problem, if the old doesn't go, the new won't come. It doesn't matter if the door is broken, as long as someone pays for it."
"What if I don't pay?"
"Then first, little brother, please tell me why you came to my apartment to do these things, and then I will make a decision." Chen Dehai's seemingly skinny hand knocked on the office desk, and calmly said: "I, Chen Dehai, have been in Zhonghai for twenty to thirty years, and I am not that kind of unreasonable person. Little brother, your skills are extraordinary, if possible, I hope that we can be friends and not enemies. "
Yang Cheng casually nodded, and looked around. In Chen Dehai's study, huge bookshelves filled the four corners, and all kinds of books and domestic and foreign publications were there. On a small table, there was also the Four Treasures of the Study, which were actually used to write calligraphy.
"It seems that you have read a lot of books, and your level of education is not bad." Yang Cheng did not answer the question.
Chen Dehai frowned, "Even if you are in the underworld, in this era, you can't just rely on fighting bravely." He seemed to not understand what Yang Cheng meant.
Yang Cheng nodded in deep thought. "I want to say, if your son, Chen Feng, had half of your brain, then you wouldn't have to die today." Yang Cheng smiled brightly.
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