Chapter 200

ing like spectators, and even those who wanted to help didn't dare. Everyone could see that Wang Meng was deliberately picking a fight.Qin Xishuang's eyes were red with tears, her heart filled with gr...Chapter 200

And in the center of the crack, there was a hole, and bricks had flown into the car.

"Oops!"

The tires screeched as they slid across the pavement, and the Lexus came to a slow stop at the curb.

A middle-aged figure got out of the car, staring gloomily at Samba before striding towards him.

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

Just as he got out of the car, Samba felt a powerful killing intent rush towards him. Samba's expression instantly became serious, and he knew in his heart that this middle-aged man was a master.

"Are you sent by Yang Chen"

Qiang Biao easily guessed Samba's purpose.

samba gave Qianbiao a cold look: "Do you think you're worthy of killing Mr. Yang"

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

"You're over your head!"

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

The next second, Samba already charged over and swung a punch.

"Bang!"

Between a flash and a spark, Qian Biao suddenly extended an arm and fiercely grasped Samba's fist.

Samba's face drastically changed. He knew exactly how much strength he had put into that punch, yet it was effortlessly blocked by the opponent. This clearly showed that the other party's power far surpassed his own.

"With only this level of skill, you dare to stop me"

Qian Biao let out a cold snort. A silver dagger, flashing with light, suddenly appeared in his other hand. Without the slightest hesitation, he lunged directly at Senba's neck with it.

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

"Bang!"

Samba's fist struck Qian Biao's wrist, but it only slightly altered the trajectory of the dagger and was still unable to stop his fatal attack.

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

"Get lost!"

Ma Chao, who had been lurking in the shadows, emerged like a wild beast unleashed, delivering a thunderous punch to Qian Biao's chest.

Qian Biao only felt a powerful force hit his chest, staggering back seven or eight steps before he could stop himself.

Senba saw Ma Chao and began to breathe heavily. 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 at this moment, could sense a hint of crisis. This just shows how formidable the opponent's strength truly is.

Qian Biao's internal qi and blood surged, his eyes filled with horror. Ma Chao's punch had actually sent him flying seven or eight steps back.

Who are you

Qian Biao adjusted his state slightly and suddenly spoke.

"A powerful warrior of the North, actually engaging in assassination plots, you, are unworthy of even bearing the name 'North'!"

Ma Chao's face was cold as ice. From the moment Qian Biao made his move, he had recognized the assassination technique used by the opponent. It was from the Northern Border.

Hearing Ma Chao's words, Qian Biao trembled all over, his face full of shock: "You, who are you"later.""I regret your mother!" Wang Yijun was furious and angry."Bang!"He had just cursed, when Yang Chen kicked him flying ten meters away with one kick. The tremendous impact force caused him to spi...