Soon, the convoy arrived at the Shunwei Hotel, all of them drifting and parking. Then the car doors opened one after another, and nearly two hundred bodyguards and thugs got out, each carrying various kinds of sharp weapons, their waists bulging!

Everyone is armed!

Zhao Wansong was confident that even a god couldn't escape his opponent!

Of course, he didn't think the other party was that powerful at all. He just thought he was an arrogant kid who had called so many people over just to scare him into wetting his pants and then obediently kneeling in front of him and begging for mercy.

He had experienced this many times before. This wasn't the first time his son had been kidnapped; sometimes it was for revenge, and sometimes it was to extort money like Zhang Shih-hao had done.

Unfortunately, they were just petty thugs in the end. In the end, they either knelt down and called him "Grandpa" or lay dead in the street, with no one to collect their bodies. The garbage collectors swept them away.

Life was so bleak and tragic!

He believes this time will be no exception!

At that moment, he stood in the middle of everyone, ready to enter in the next second, when a frantic shout came from above: "Dad, Dad, I'm here, please save me!"

Zhao Wansong looked up instantly and was shocked to find that it was his son, who was hanging outside the window and about to fall at any moment!

"Damn it, let my son go! I'm here, you better know your place!"

Unable to contain himself, Zhao Wansong immediately shouted up to the top of the building. He then made two preparations: he called one group of people to enter the hotel and another group to fetch a large soft cushion as quickly as possible to prevent his son from falling.

There was a fire brigade nearby, and within minutes they brought over a soft mat, inflated it, and set it aside.

When Zhao Mingyang saw this, his face lit up with joy. His father had really thought of everything; he wouldn't have to die!

Ye Chen was puzzled by his excitement: "Why are you so excited?"

"Haha, are you stupid? Didn't you see my dad was preparing? Even if you throw me off, I won't die!"

Zhao Mingyang looked at Ye Chen with a smug expression.

"Can't I just snap your neck?"

Ye Chen said.

Zhao Mingyang's face immediately froze.

Ye Chen found his father's actions rather ridiculous. What use was that piece of junk? Even if he didn't strangle Zhao Mingyang, he could have thrown him far away and smashed him to pieces.

He certainly saw that the other party had called in a group of people, but he just sneered, "A bunch of ants!"

"Did you hear me? I told you to release my son!"

Zhao Wansong below was still shouting fiercely.

"Aren't you afraid your son will fall and kill himself?"

Ye Chen shouted, with a cold smile on his face.

"I told you to let him go up there!"

Zhao Wansong was so angry that he flew into a rage.

"Who do you think you are, to demand that I release them!"

Ye Chen's eyes turned colder, then he smiled and said, "I'll give you a chance. You can kill your son yourself, and I can leave some assets for your Zhao family so you can run a small business and make a living for the rest of your life."

Hearing these words, Zhao Wansong trembled with anger. This kid was simply too arrogant and outrageous!

You're asking for it!

Zhao Wansong forced out these three words through his teeth, his eyes turning red. He vowed to make this kid die in the most painful way in the world!

"How dare you mention the word 'death' to me?"

Ye Chen laughed and shouted, "Alright, I'll grant your wish. I'll decide your son's lifespan!"

Ye Chen was still smiling, as if bathed in a spring breeze, but the next second, there was a 'crack' sound, and a burst of blood spurted from Zhao Mingyang's neck. His head flew off, and then his headless body fell to the ground in free fall!

Zhao Mingyang died without even having time to show a look of terror.

"son--"

Zhao Mingyang, standing below, was completely dumbfounded. He couldn't believe the other party was actually so bold as to... do this to his son.

He stared blankly at the prepared air cushion, wondering what its purpose was...

"Splash!"

"Splash!"

The sound of his head and body hitting the air cushion brought him back to his senses. His eyes were fixed on his son's severed body parts. The next second, he screamed wildly, his eyes bloodshot like a demon, and commanded the remaining people standing around him: "Quick, quick, all of you go up and kill him! Kill him!"

He just wanted to see the other person's body as soon as possible, otherwise the rage in his heart would burn him to death!

More than a hundred bodyguards and thugs swarmed in!

The hotel manager and staff made way early on; they dared not obstruct the Zhao family's revenge!

Inside the room, the first group of people who arrived witnessed Ye Chen snapping Zhao Shao's neck, which shocked them instantly. The other party had been too ruthless!

But they were also people who lived on the edge of a knife, and they had no fear. They all pulled out sharp weapons and slashed at him. As a result, Ye Chen kicked them one by one, sending them flying and crashing into the wall. Each of them coughed up blood and was half dead!

The remaining half were stunned. The other side was too strong, so they immediately pulled out their pistols and started shooting!

"Bang bang bang bang bang -"

Almost dozens of bullets were fired at Ye Chen simultaneously! Ye Chen frowned slightly, but still pressed down with both palms, instantly unleashing a surge of true energy within his body, which then vanished in an instant. The next moment, he dodged and weaved like Xiong Ba from "Storm Riders," and somehow, all the bullets missed their mark, striking the walls in various directions!

The armed bodyguards were dumbfounded, and then looked at Ye Chen, whom they had surrounded, with disbelief. He was actually able to dodge a hail of bullets!

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