Chapter 173 Conquer
"Thump! Thump!" Chen Jingyang's heart began to pound wildly, making his chest ache slightly.
He even instinctively began to wonder if he should have come to find Chen Qishan so unprepared.
Killing him was indeed not easy, but crippling him was a piece of cake for Chen Qishan!
Chen Jingyang's five fingers unconsciously clenched into a fist, and the corners of his eyes involuntarily began to tremble slightly.
Chen Qishan was far more cold-blooded, vicious, and ruthless than he had imagined!
For Chen Qishan, there is no such thing as father-son affection. He is just like Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, and Emperor Taizong of Qing. As long as someone dares to disobey him or threaten him, he will kill them without hesitation to eliminate any future troubles!
It's ridiculous that he still harbored the illusion that he could leave some room for Chen Qishan, and still only regarded him as an unqualified father!
Unfortunately, he realized this a little too late.
Chen Qishan glanced at the two men, who understood and slowly surrounded Chen Jingyang, each brandishing a gleaming silver weapon.
As Chen Qishan sat back down on the sofa, Zhao Tianlai consciously went to the door, closed it, and drew all the curtains. In an instant, the once bright room was transformed into a gloomy and eerie place.
Chen Jingyang's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
He took a deep breath, took two steps back, and quickly focused his mind, wary of a sudden attack from the two men.
It was almost 10 o'clock when he left Lin Zheyan. It took him more than an hour to get there. It should be around 11:30 now. If he can hold on for half an hour, Lin Zheyan will call the police and he will be able to escape danger!
With a "click," Chen Qishan lit a cigarette, took a leisurely puff, found a comfortable position to lean back on the sofa, gently exhaled a puff of white smoke, and said, "Go ahead, just don't kill them."
Upon hearing the order, the two men smirked. "Scarface" expertly twirled the knife in his hand, while "Bearded Man" licked his lips as if licking blood before approaching Chen Jingyang.
Chen Jingyang took two more steps back.
Although he had been boxing for a long time, he had never actually fought anyone with a knife or gun. Moreover, these two were ruthless thugs specially trained by Chen Qishan.
The two men's eyes gleamed with ferocity, like hungry wolves baring their teeth and drooling. Seeing Chen Jingyang adopt a defensive stance, they exchanged a knowing glance and then suddenly charged forward.
Chen Jingyang's heart skipped a beat, and he kicked the bearded man who was charging ahead. The bearded man did not expect Chen Jingyang to actually retaliate, and Chen Jingyang used almost all his strength in that kick. Even though he tried his best to avoid vital points, he was still kicked to the ground.
Back then, Zhang Pengfei, who was weak and powerless, could still throw a few random punches at Chen Jingyang's face, let alone Chen Jingyang, who had been boxing for more than 20 years and had an absolute advantage in height and weight.
He just hasn't had the experience of applying what he's learned in real combat yet; he's not a weak and easily bullied lamb!
However, after kicking away the bearded man, he was struggling to deal with the scarred man. Moreover, when the scarred man saw his companion almost being kicked away by Chen Jingyang, he immediately abandoned his contempt and stabbed at Chen Jingyang's back with a dagger that gleamed with a chilling light, like a venomous snake.
Chen Jingyang instinctively twisted his waist and turned around, and in the process, he raised his hand and grabbed the man's wrist. However, the man's strength was no less than his own, and the two were locked in a stalemate for a moment. The man's knife could not be stabbed down, but Chen Jingyang was also unable to successfully shake him off.
In the life-or-death struggle, every second is precious. Chen Jingyang caught a glimpse of the bearded man he had just kicked over, who had already stood up. Knowing that once the bearded man rejoined the fight, he had little chance of winning, he steeled his heart and suddenly swung to the right. The scarred man was caught off guard and was thrown two steps away.
"Huff, huff...!" Chen Jingyang gasped for breath, quickly retreating to a relatively safe distance, fully alert.
In just a few dozen seconds, sweat was already streaming down his temples.
Actually, the temperature in the house was quite comfortable, especially after all the doors and windows were closed, it was only around 22 degrees Celsius. Chen Qishan, who was sitting on the sofa, was wearing a silk long-sleeved shirt, but Zhao Tianlai was still worried that he would catch a cold, so he thoughtfully put a coat on him.
The bearded man spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and chuckled, "I didn't expect this kid to be so fierce."
Scarface flexed his wrists and narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Chen Jingyang: "Don't be careless, this kid is not weak, be careful not to get hurt."
The bearded man sneered, sheathed the knife, and his expression became several times more serious than before: "Don't worry, you know I love playing the mouse game the most. I haven't been this excited in a long time!"
Scarface chuckled, discarding his knife and distancing himself from the bearded man: "Come on, same old rules!"
Chen Jingyang didn't know what Scarface meant by "old rules," but he guessed it was some kind of strategic code when the two fought together.
But even though he guessed it, he didn't know what he could do about it.
While catching his breath, he quickly scanned his surroundings again. Apart from the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, there was nothing that could be used as a weapon.
But those paintings and calligraphy were all framed in glass and firmly nailed to the wall. Under the current circumstances, he obviously couldn't leave his back to the other party to pry them off.
Therefore, the only weapon he can use is his own flesh and blood!
The scarred man and the bearded man advanced towards him simultaneously, their intention to engage in hand-to-hand combat obvious.
Chen Jingyang retreated again and again until he was backed up against the wall.
No more refunds possible!
Chen Jingyang gritted his teeth and took the initiative to strike, throwing a punch at Scarface, but Scarface grabbed it. Just as he was about to raise his knee, the bearded man was already behind him and kicked him in the back of the knee.
Chen Jingyang collapsed to the ground like a crumbling wall struck by a heavy blow.
Scarface seized the opportunity to twist his right arm and press his neck down hard with his knee.
Chen Jingyang immediately felt a strong, oppressive pain, as if his trachea had been clamped shut. He instinctively tried his best to open his mouth wide, but only managed to inhale a wisp of air. Soon after, his chest began to burn and throb with pain.
"Ugh!" He instinctively tried to look up, but the scarred man pressed down harder and harder. He quickly felt dizzy, his vision began to go black, a sharp whistling sound like cicadas chirping rang in his ears, and even his fingers felt numb.
Before he could finish his cigarette, Chen Jingyang was subdued on the ground. Chen Qishan smiled with satisfaction, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, stood up, and slowly walked up to Chen Jingyang.
Then, he stepped on Chen Jingyang's right hand and ground it hard.
The custom-designed anti-slip sole, embedded with aerospace-grade PI fiber carbon plate, almost instantly tore through the thin layer of skin on the back of my hand. Blood, like earthworms emerging from the ground, slowly peeked out and crawled towards the surface.
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