047 Yang Chen's words were like a ball of flames falling into a gunpowder barrel, and the men and women in the entire hall showed anger.
"The kid is impatient, don't think that if you have two hands, no one will dare to move you!" A sturdy man threw down the playing cards in his hand, raised his fist angrily.
Yang Chen didn't raise his eyes at all. One hand reached into his clothes pocket to take a cigarette, one hand casually grabbed the punching bag fist that was waved over, and suddenly clasped a claw in midair. The huge fist hadn't fallen yet, the man His wrist was buckled tightly.
An understatement turned his wrists, and the man's hand instantly deformed like a twist!
"Wow!!!"
The man let out a painful cry, grabbed his arm and fell softly to the ground. The bones of his arm were completely misplaced, and his body was soaked in cold sweat with pain!
Seeing this dramatic change, Yigan who was planning to rush up to beat Yang Chen in a group hesitantly stopped. They are afraid of losing face, but even more afraid of pain!
After Yang Chen lit a cigarette, he took a sip of enjoyment. The group of men and women who were still clamoring around now showed a somewhat uncertain look. They looked at Yang Chen cautiously, neither advancing nor retreating.
"People who can really become famous are often people who don't want anything except face. It seems that you can only be regarded as trainees, and you haven't really been on the road yet."
With a sneer, Yang Chen picked up the dropped material bag, "Your bragging ability is much stronger than the fighting ability. I don't know what the public relations sent by Yulei before are like, but I think I still have something with them. So there is a difference."
After speaking, Yang Chen turned and continued to walk towards the general manager's office.
"This gentleman is so skilled, but when he came to my company, he treated my subordinates like this, which really embarrassed me, Mr. Guo."
A husky baritone came out from the manager's office. Slowly, a mature middle-aged man with a gray suit and shiny leather shoes came out.
"Boss!!"
A group of originally imposing people saw this man and screamed again, as if this man could immediately help them find all their lost face.
Yang Chen looked at the man in front of him with interest, his three-seven-pointed head, Armani's suit, Louis Vuitton's belt, Pierre Cardin's leather shoes, and the unique reserved pride of that calm and successful person, how? They all look like managers of big companies, not like the leaders of gangsters or leather bag companies.
No wonder Yu Lei suffers, because there are hidden bosses. Yang Chen smiled inwardly.
"The debt collector sent by Yulei International, what you did makes it difficult for Mr. Guo, what do you say?" Boss Guo showed a wicked smile, calm and relaxed, as if The oldest western gentleman.
Yang Chen glanced at the materials in the bag, and the surname Guo in front of him should be the boss of this rogue company, Guo Ziheng.
"Your skin is good, you should have cheated a lot of money."
"I never cheat money. I don't have the strength. No matter how you cheat, it is impossible for someone to give you money. I am a strong school, not an idol school." Guo Ziheng seems to be very talkative.
Yang Chen flicked the soot, "You pretend to be disgusting, you have a better future than me. I can get a Golden Horse Award at most, and you can get an Oscar."
"Oh?" Guo Ziheng sneered: "But why do I think this gentleman is the idol group?"
"What did you see again?" Yang Chen asked with a smile.
"What I saw was a fool, a fool who didn't understand what he was doing at all, and looked foolishly confident..." Guo Ziheng said, suddenly taking off his Armani suit, which was a Gucci white shirt.
Seeing this scene, the men and women in the hall screamed, calling out for Boss Guo to extinguish the arrogant boy.
Guo Ziheng motioned to quiet the people in the hall, his face was a bit arrogant, his muscles were slightly moved, the strong muscles in the shirt seemed to be alive, his chest and arms bulged, and the bones gurgled.
"Oh, it's still an action movie star?" Yang Chenle said, "It took a lot of work for fitness. This muscle can participate in the men's beauty pageant, and it is enough for a rich woman to support it."
"You are looking for a dead end."
Yang Chen sighed, "I advise you to put on your clothes and pay back the money. I really don't want to do it. Do idols like you also have to keep their appearance."
Guo Ziheng finally got angry and rushed up with a sudden stride!
A strong muscle is really not covered, Guo Ziheng rushed to Yang Chen more than two feet, quickly turned around and kicked!
He should have practiced martial arts such as Sanda, Guo Ziheng's movements are extremely proficient and full of strength!
With this kick, a gust of wind blew the papers on the surrounding tables into the air!
When everyone couldn't see the route of this leg, Yang Chen's left hand suddenly blocked the position below his chest without knowing it.
"Snapped!"
It's not like Yang Chen was kicked into the air like other people thought. He saw Guo Ziheng's foot and Yang Chen's ankle was firmly grasped by Yang Chen's left hand. It was exactly one inch below his chest, and it was difficult to get in!
"The accuracy is good, slow down a bit." Yang Chen commented generally as if he was guiding the students.
Guo Ziheng was horrified. His Sanda level was not just those performances that were put on TV. It was the ability to fight for life in the real underground world. The speed and strength of his foot just now is very clear. No one has ever been able to. So calmly, like a child playing house, blocking his offensive!
The strong sense of humiliation made Guo Ziheng feel irritable, his face was purple and red, and he said cruelly: "Let go..."
Yes! He couldn't get his feet out of Yang Chen's hands at all!
How could this man's power be so strong!
"You pay the money, I'll let it go." Yang Chen smiled casually.
A sharp light flashed in Guo Ziheng's eyes, "I have to go to the office to get a check."
"That's good." Yang Chen nodded and let go of Guo Ziheng's foot.
Everyone present was terrified, and they couldn't imagine that the old conference, which they had never defeated in their hearts, would suddenly lose to such an ordinary young man. Involuntarily, these men and women all began to back up, shrinking to the elevator entrance.
Guo Ziheng looked at Yang Chen unwillingly, then walked back to the office slowly, and walked out again within a minute.
"You will regret today's decision. I, Guo Ziheng, have never lost, so you must die today!"
When Guo Ziheng walked out of the office slowly, a haze was condensed on that handsome man's face, and his eyes were a bit crazy.
In his hand, it was a rifle that had been loaded with ammunition! The muzzle of the black hole has been aimed at Yang Chen's forehead! t