Godly Conceited Son-in-law

Guan Yang slowly loosened his grip on Shen Yu's head. He raised his head and looked in the reverse mirror. There were two black business vehicles parked behind the cars.    

    

Neither car had a license plate and they were probably looking for trouble.    

    

However, only Li Tian, Li Xiaonian, Shao Yuhan, and the others knew of the news of him coming to Sai Hang. Based on the extent of Guan Yang's trust in them, it was definitely not because they leaked the news.    

    

Guan Yang turned his head to look at Shen Yu who was lying on his lap. He frowned, "Could it be that their target is her?"    

    

In any case, since it was already happening, he had to face it head on. Soldiers come and block, men come and go! These two cars were not enough to warm Guan Yang up!    

    

Guan Yang gently caressed Shen Yu's hair and softly said, "My wife, don't be scared. I'm here!"    

    

At this moment, seven or eight people wearing black jumpsuits and black masks walked out from the two cars. With their hands behind their backs, they walked step by step towards Bugatti.    

    

Assassin!    

    

Although he didn't get off the car, Guan Yang could already feel the boundless killing intent radiating from them.    

    

Guan Yang lightly glanced at the shivering Shen Yu, coldly snorted and said: "Seems like your identity isn't that simple after all!" As expected, the brightest flowers always attract jealousy! "    

    

Pushing the door open, Guan Yang walked out, leaving Shen Yu behind.    

    

"Brat, you're not simple. You parked your car in such a remote place. It seems that you have already noticed us!" A fat man who was the leader sneered.    

    

"Heh, if I don't bring you guys here, how would I deal with you guys?" Guan Yang replied with a smile.    

    

"How arrogant! Brat, I advise you to obediently hand Shen Yu over, otherwise you will regret it! "    

    

"Regret? Hehe! I want to see how capable you are today! "    

    

Before he could finish his sentence, Guan Yang suddenly raised his head. Two rays of cold light shot out from his eyes. With a tap of his feet, he dashed out.    

    

"Brothers, rush forward and kill this brat who doesn't know the limits of heaven and earth! Our goal is Miss Shen, any random person can be killed without question! " Fatty's eyes were also filled with killing intent as he shouted in a low voice.    

    

With this order, seven or eight people immediately surrounded Guan Yang. At the same time, the hands on their back had already been pulled out. It was the familiar Nepalese Army knife.    

    

"Interesting ~" The corner of Guan Yang's mouth raised slightly, revealing a sinister smile.    

    

"Hah!"    

    

In the blink of an eye, one of the men in black was the first to break the deadlock. He quickly brandished his Nepalese Army knife and charged towards Guan Yang's chest.    

    

Seeing that someone was about to attack, the others didn't want to fall behind either. Like a bolt of lightning, the sharp Nepalese blade flew towards Guan Yang's neck, chest, ribs and knees.    

    

Their teamwork and coordination were perfect. From the looks of it, these people should be veterans of the battlefield.    

    

The corner of Guan Yang's mouth slanted to the side. He wasn't the slightest bit anxious. Just when the lightning-fast military knife was about to land on his body, he finally moved.    

    

He clasped his hands together and his entire body turned into a cloud of black smoke, disappearing from their line of sight.    

    

When the chubby man leading the group saw this, he couldn't help but reveal a surprised expression.    

    

"Ninjutsu!" How could it appear in China! "    

    

Suddenly, a thought struck his mind.    

    

"Behind you!"    

    

It had to be said that the fat man's warning was timely enough. Unfortunately, their opponent was Guan Yang, the God of Slaughter.    

    

The next second, Guan Yang, who had already turned into a mass of black fog, appeared behind a man in black clothing. "With a slight turn of his body, his hand, which was as fast as a bullet, grabbed the man's wrist.    

    

"Crack!"    

    

With a crisp sound, the man's bones shattered on the spot. He took the Nepalese Army knife from his hand and moved like a ghost through the crowd.    

    

The saber hit a fatal point, cutting the throat and cutting the blood.    

    

Seeing the hot blood spurting out of his comrade's neck, the surviving black-clothed man stared at Guan Yang with fear in his eyes.    

    

The members of their team roamed the gray triangle all year round, licking their blades all day long. In terms of killing, they were already accustomed to it and thought that they weren't afraid of death.    

    

However, when the Death God quietly descended, he felt the fear of death.    

    

"Please …" Don't kill me! "I'm begging you …"    

    

Looking at the man in black kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy like a stray dog, Guan Yang's lips slightly curled up, revealing a disdainful smile.    

    

Since he had chosen this path, he had to prepare for death in advance. It was simply too embarrassing to beg for mercy when he was on the verge of death!    

    

"Puchi!"    

    

With a light wave of the Nepalese Army knife, the man was no longer able to speak. He held on tightly to his neck, but it was to no avail as blood continued to gush out.    

    

As this person kneeled on the ground, Guan Yang wiped off the blood that had inadvertently splashed on his hands. He raised his head and looked at the only fat man that still stood in front of him.    

    

"What do you think? Do you still think I'm the most arrogant?"    

    

The fat man in black stared at Guan Yang, who was standing in front of him. He could not help but nervously swallow a mouthful of saliva. This terrifying man had a faint smile on his face, and his expression was abnormally malevolent.    

    

In the blink of an eye, his subordinates had all fallen. What was even more terrifying was that even until their deaths, they weren't able to touch the corner of this man's clothes.    

    

"Monster!" "He's simply a monster!"    

    

Panic appeared on the fat man's face, and his legs went weak. He quickly ran towards the black car, wanting to escape from this terrifying place.    

    

Guan Yang, who was standing at the side, chuckled. He gently swung the Nepalese Army knife in his hand and charged towards the fat man.    

    

"Puchi!"    

    

In Guan Yang's view, the sound of a sharp knife cutting through flesh was the most pleasant sound in the world.    

    

When he raised his head again, the fat man was already wearing a sharp Nepalese Army knife on his thigh. His thigh had already been ripped open, and blood was flowing out.    

    

Guan Yang revealed a satisfied smile. His sword-like eyebrows raised as he half-squatted in front of the fat man. He laughed and said, "Today, this young master is in a good mood. I will let you live for now! "No matter what your goal is, if you anger me, Guan Yang, then you will die!"    

    

Finished speaking, Guan Yang stood up and walked towards the direction of the Bugatti. However, when he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and added: "I forgot to tell you, the Shen Yu that you guys want is my woman!"    

    

He no longer paid attention to the fat man's movements. After getting on the car, Guan Yang stepped on the accelerator and the car roared as it sped away.    

    

Looking at the building which was getting taller, Shen Yu finally felt relieved.    

    

That scene just now had scared her heart out. How could she suddenly run into an assassin?    

    

However, looking at the calm expression on the man's face, she felt a bit scared.    

    

"This man doesn't look like an ordinary person …"