The two men kept seeing Tang Yichen, their eyes widened suddenly, so scared they dared not look directly at Tang Yichen.
"Have you confessed?" Tang Yichen, the person next to him coldly, realized that he had been staring at the two people in front of him.
Both of them were wounded, and at first glance, they were severely tortured before Tang Yichen appeared.
"If you go back to the young master, no." One of the bodyguards immediately stepped forward and replied respectfully.
The two people's mouths were too hard, no matter how they tortured them, they just didn't say a word.
Tang Yichen waved his hand, and the bodyguard immediately retreated to the side.
Tang Yichen put the gun in his hand on the side table, his tall body slightly underneath, and his dark and deep eyes looked at the two men coldly.
As he lowered his head, Tang Yichen's broken hair fell out of his forehead, covering Tang Yichen's eyes.
Because of this, Tang Yichen appeared more charming and indifferent.
The faces of the two men were full of blood, and seeing Tang Yichen's appearance, they didn't dare to show their atmosphere.
"Sure enough, it is not a person trained by a third-rate organization. Tang Yichen admires it." Tang Yichen said coldly, and the two men took a breath.
Anyone who is on the road knows that Tang Sect has produced two daunting successors after the south wind whistle.
One is Tang Yichen, the son of Nan Fengxiao, and the other is Tang Yiting, the son of Tang Li.
Especially Tang Yichen, who inherited his father's character, was cruel and he believed that he was wrong.
But Tang Yiting is no better than Tang Yichen, in comparison, Tang Yichen is even more daunting.
"Tang Shao, you have no evidence that we did the assassination today. Moreover, we don't know who you are talking about, Lord Xiao."
In silence, one of the men raised his head and looked directly at Tang Yichen bravely.
Tang Yichen furrowed his eyebrows and sword eyebrows, and the whole body was shrouded in frightening cold, which made people look far away.
Tang Yichen curled his lips, smiled coldly, stretched out his hand, and the bodyguard next to him immediately offered a thick pile of photos with both hands.
Above, these two Italian men were talking to the head of their organization, that is, Tang Yichen's dead opponent.
When the two men saw the photos, they were all taken aback. They looked at each other and didn't know what to say.
It turned out that Tang Yichen had known it a long time ago. Since he knew that Xiao Ye was going to assassinate him, why did he take the risk
unless…
The man raised his head abruptly, looking at Tang Yichen's non-smiling face in disbelief, one of the men jumped up abruptly.
Tang Yichen didn't panic much, and retreated from his subordinates who raised their guns. Indifferently said: "I just want him to know that he can't afford the consequences of fighting against me, Tang Yichen."
"You ruined our outside organization, Tang Yichen, Xiao Ye will kill you, slap—"
Before the man finished speaking, Tang Yichen raised his hand and slapped him, and the man was directly instigated to go far away.
Tang Yichen's people dragged him back to Tang Yichen again, and Tang Yichen smashed the photos in his hands on the faces of the two men in a vicious manner.
The photos are flying everywhere, as if the chaotic snowy sky makes people afraid to speak just by looking at them.
Tang Yichen walked up, grabbed one of the men by the neck, and used full hand strength.
Watching this scene, the bodyguards on both sides bowed their heads, not daring to take a trip to the muddy water.
It is stupid enough to dare to pay attention to the young master!
Tang Yichen's eyes were scarlet, and blue veins burst out of his hands, which looked like he was about to choke the man alive.
Seeing Tang Yichen's appearance, the other man didn't dare to say anything, his head lowered vigorously.