Yang Cheng raised his head and grinned at Yan Buxue's sloppy look.
"Who are you talking about when you say bastard?" Yang Cheng asked.
Yan Buxue raised his eyebrows and laughed. He pointed at Yang Cheng as if he had seen something funny.
"Of course, who else could it be here other than you? Could it be …"
Before Yan Buxue could finish his sentence, he could no longer continue his sentence …
"Ahh! — — "
Yan Buxue let out a shrill scream that sounded like a wolf's howl in the forest at midnight. At the same time, Yan Buxue shot up from the ground like a missile, drawing a strong arc in the air and falling toward the Lincoln Stretch Limousine behind him!
Blood splattered in the air until he hit the car with a bang. A few drops of blood fell on the faces of the two bodyguards!
"Second Master!"
"Second Master!"
When everyone came back to their senses, Yan Buxue had already vomited blood and foam at the mouth. His eyes were slightly rolled back as he slid to the ground and leaned against the door of the Lincoln. There was a dent on the door of the Lincoln!
"You … How dare you … How dare you hit our Second Master!?" The old butler was shocked and angry. When he saw his master, Yan Buxue, suddenly being hit, he did not have the time to think about why he and the others could not see how Yang Cheng did it. Instead, he immediately thought of getting back at him!
Yang Cheng rubbed two fingers on his right hand. Just now, he only stepped forward and used two fingers to perform some tricks on Yan Buxue's body. If it was not for that, Yan Buxue's body would have been smashed into pieces. Although he looked miserable now, he only vomited some blood and felt pain in his chest. It was not a serious internal injury.
"You've already called him Second Master. How can I not be a little more 'stupid'?" Yang Cheng said with no interest.
On the other hand, Yang Pojun and the others felt a chill in their hearts. In a split second, Yang Cheng directly hit Yan Buxue without anyone noticing.
Not to mention how shocking this skill was, the other party was the Second Young Master of the Yan Clan, one of the most powerful clans in Hua Xia, whose power had skyrocketed!
Was he not afraid of getting into big trouble?!
Yang Pojun's expression was inexplicably complicated. To be honest, he really wanted to see Yan Buxue, the inexperienced second young master of the Yan family, beaten up. However, now that he was beaten up, it was not something that could be easily resolved.
Although the Yang Family was still one of the four major families because of the existence of Yang Gongming, Yang Gongming had gradually faded out of the public's view in recent years. It was far less eye-catching than a rising wealthy family like the Yan family. In fact, many people had already secretly excluded the Yang Family from the four major families.
Therefore, although Yan Buxue had always been arrogant and domineering, he did not dare to provoke anyone. He dared to ridicule Yang Pojun because he naturally knew that Yang Pojun would not really go against the Yan family for such a small matter.
Yang Pojun did not dare to, but he was not so narrow-minded. After all, it was not a big deal to say a few words in private. If he mobilized a lot of people, it would only make Yang Pojun look petty.
At this moment, Yang Pojun did not dare to make a move, but he was sent flying by the sudden appearance of Yang Cheng!
If Yang Cheng had nothing to do with the Yang Family, it would not matter. Yang Pojun would only shout in joy. However, in the eyes of outsiders, Yang Cheng was definitely a member of the Yang Family. Even if the Yang Family did not officially recognize it, some of the higher-ups had already determined that Yang Cheng was a member of the Yang Family. Therefore, this time when Yang Cheng beat up Yan Buxue, it could be raised to the status of the family.
"Pull … Pull me up …"
Yan Buxue gradually realized that he was only slightly injured. Although he vomited blood, he could still speak. It was just that his whole body was sore, so he shouted for someone to pull him up.
When the old butler and a bodyguard helped him up, Yan Buxue spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes were a little red as he stared at Yang Cheng and then at the expressionless Yang Pojun. He sneered and snorted, "Fine … Fine … Don't think that I won't know even if you pretend to be like this. Yang Pojun … You don't dare to go against the Yan Family, so I'll let your son, Xiao Ye …"
"Slap!"
Yan Buxue swallowed the words he was about to say.
After a loud slap, Yan Buxue's body slammed into the car door behind him.
Unknowingly, Yang Cheng stepped forward and pushed the old butler and the bodyguard far away. Then, he slapped Yan Buxue's left cheek.
Yan Buxue was completely dumbfounded. He couldn't understand why he was slapped twice in a row.
The old butler and the two bodyguards were so shocked by Yang Cheng's speed that they didn't dare to move. The remaining bodyguard's legs were even trembling. As a former member of the special forces, they clearly realized that the man in front of them was not someone they could touch.
After slapping Yan Buxue, Yang Cheng didn't retreat this time. Instead, he walked to Yan Buxue, bent down, and grabbed the collar of Yan Buxue's Versace shirt.
Yan Buxue was lifted up by Yang Cheng in a daze. There were traces of blood at the corner of his mouth. He stared at Yang Cheng in a daze and couldn't say a word.
Shaking his head, Yang Cheng smiled and said, "I know that you must be very angry now. So angry that you want to cut me into a thousand pieces. I also know that you must be very puzzled and puzzled. You must be very surprised. Why did I act like a madman? I didn't even say anything and directly hit you.
I can tell you responsibly and indifferently that the Yang Family and the Yan Family are nothing in my eyes. It's up to you whether you want to believe it or not. I want to hit you because your words make me want to hit you. I gave you a chance, but your words still make me want to hit you.
It's that simple. Believe it or not, you have to believe it. In short, I'm going to hit you. What can you do to me? "
Yan Buxue's face turned pale after hearing those words. Yang Cheng seemed to be smiling, but the thick ink-like luster in his eyes made him feel suffocated.
Yan Buxue reluctantly opened his mouth, revealing his blood-stained white teeth. He panted and said, "You … You'll … You'll regret it … Our Yan Family doesn't belong to a little bastard like you …"
Slap! Slap!
Two crisp slaps landed on Yan Buxue's face again. This time, his cheeks were swollen into two big chunks!
Yan Buxue was dumbfounded. He stared at Yang Cheng, who was right in front of him. He couldn't think at all. Why did he get hit again?!
"Tsk, tsk." Yang Cheng shook his finger at him and said regretfully, "I've already told you the reason why I hit you, but you still want to say things that I don't like to hear. Aren't the people from the Yan Family engaged in scientific research? Why do you have a pig's brain? "
Yan Buxue was so angry that he wanted to curse a few times. However, he felt pain all over his body and his cheeks were burning. A wave of cowardice finally suppressed his thoughts …
"Why? You don't want to say it anymore?"
Yang Cheng looked at Yan Buxue mockingly and threw him back to the ground. He didn't want to waste too much energy on such a character.
Turning around, Yang Cheng glanced at Yang Pojun, who had been silent all this while, and said, "You can't go in here unless someone wants to go out and see you. I want to go back to my home now. What you want to do is not within my consideration."
This time, Yang Pojun wasn't angry. Instead, he said coldly, "You're the one who hit Yan Buxue. This has nothing to do with the Yang Family. I want to declare this right here. You are you, and the Yang Family is the Yang Family. "
Yang Cheng couldn't help but laugh. He suddenly felt that it was ridiculous. He said happily, "Who told you that it was you, Commander Yang, who hit him? I've said it just now. Be it the Yang Clan or the Yan Clan, they're nothing in my eyes. I'm the one who beat them up. Do you think I need to rely on a small fry like you to shield me from the wind and rain? Put away your pathetic conceit and don't take yourself too seriously. "
"You …" Yang Pojun was speechless. His face turned red and white, but he couldn't say a word. Indeed, Yang Cheng had just clarified that he had nothing to do with the Yang Family. However, he was worried that a war with the Yan Family would bring disaster to himself, so he couldn't help but say that.
Yang Cheng no longer cared about the people present. Be it Yang Pojun or Yan Buxue, he would just deal with it when it came to it. There would always be a way to solve the problem. He didn't want his mood to be too bad.
He took out the key and opened the iron gate. Suddenly, Yang Cheng felt something. He frowned and looked at the visual doorbell on the wall beside the iron gate …
Sighing, Yang Cheng opened the iron gate and walked into the courtyard. He locked the iron gate again.
Yang Pojun stood outside the door and watched Yang Cheng walk into the house. His fists were clenched tightly and trembled.
Yan Buxue was carried back to the car by the bodyguards in a daze. The old butler took out his mobile phone with trembling hands. He was in a hurry to find the medical team for emergency treatment.
Yang Cheng didn't have the mood to think about the things that happened behind him. When he walked into the house, as he expected, Guo Xuehua was already sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room. Her shoulders were trembling, and she was sobbing uncontrollably.
Yang Cheng opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. After the incident, he realized that the visual doorbell on the wall was turned on. He suddenly remembered that when the house was repaired a while ago, this kind of advanced device was installed in order to communicate with the guests outside.
It was obvious that Guo Xuehua, who had been hiding at home, had heard most of the things that had happened outside just now.
Yang Cheng walked slowly to Guo Xuehua and sat on the sofa. He hesitated for a while before saying, "You heard it, right? Actually, you don't have to do this. This is nothing to me. The reason why I stopped you was that I didn't want to disturb your life. "
Guo Xuehua raised her head. Her face was already showing some wrinkles, and tears were flowing non-stop. Her red eyes were full of regret and resentment.
"Yang Cheng, that man's conscience has been eaten by dogs. I don't have any hope for him anymore … It doesn't matter if he doesn't acknowledge you. Mom will always be your mom. No matter what Yan Buxue, Yan Buwen, or Yan Qingtian wants to do to you, Mom won't let you face it alone," Guo Xuehua wiped the corner of her eyes and said in a solemn and resolute tone.
Yang Cheng grinned and smiled, but he didn't say anything. He put his hand on Guo Xuehua's shoulder and patted it …
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