Yang Chen looked around, "If Yan Buwen doesn't understand... Then Yang Lie, why didn't he stay and help you? Did he leave early?"
"Who is Yang Lie? Why don't I know?" Drogba asked with a grin.
Yang Chen sighed, "It seems that you are in a hurry to die. You think that just because Yan Buwen gave you some weird power, I can't kill you?"
"No, I don't think so..." Drogba smiled gloomily: "A clone with supernatural power is not your opponent. I'm just a blood clan with no godhead, so how can I be so stupid and die in vain? So, for I leave safely, but I have done a lot of work."
Yang Chen was not interested in listening, and took a step towards Drogba.
"Last time that clone, I took three or four shots before I killed it. How many times can you be photographed by me?"
Drogba remained motionless and sneered: "Pluto, don't you call home first and ask about the situation?"
Yang Chen was startled, at home
Yang Chen had arranged for the Seahawks team to protect all the important people around him, of course, including his own home. Could there be any omissions
"Believe it or not, if you want to do it, just come, but I'm dead, your family... hey."
Yang Chen hesitated, and this guy couldn't escape even after measuring, so he took out the phone and called home.
It rang several times before being picked up.
"Hey… "
Guo Xuehua's voice was a little unnaturally trembling.
Yang Chen frowned suddenly, "Mom, what's wrong at home?"
Guo Xuehua took a deep breath, "Yang Chen, there is... a foreigner who suddenly caught two unconscious people and came in, and then caught me and Yulan. Fortunately, Zhenxiu was not at home... Otherwise... what's going on? ?"
Yang Chen was taken aback, two unconscious people? Could it be that the two Haiying team members who were responsible for watching the situation at home were arrested!
Yan Buwen had sent clones again, but if they weren't clones with godheads, how could they be unconscious without being alerted by Seahawks!
Is it possible that a protoss army has not been formed without asking!
Seeing Drogba's steadily proud expression, Yang Chen's expression was uncertain for a while, and said: "Mom, you let that person answer the phone."
The call was transferred, and a voice that made Yang Chen stunned came out.
"Your Lord Pluto remember me..."
"Mourinho!?"
A glimmer of understanding flashed in Yang Chen's mind, and he figured out a lot of things for a while!
Seeing all this not far away, Lili was full of doubts when she saw Yang Chen's stunned expression and heard the four characters "Mourinho".
"Yes, it's me." Mourinho on the phone was full of "excited laughter". Come to your home easily."
Yang Chen squeezed the bridge of his nose, "You and them were originally in the same group?"
"Bingo, congratulations, you got the right answer" Mourinho said proudly: "How is my acting, is it exceptional? You seemed to be moved by my acting last night, and I wanted to laugh and endure it. Very hard...".
Yang Chen's face was completely gloomy, as if the whole person was trapped in a thick black cloud.
Lilisi couldn't help asking: "Your Excellency Pluto, isn't that Mourinho the untouchable you let us spare? What's wrong with him?"
Before Yang Chen could speak, Drogba said with contempt: "Let me tell you, little girl Lili. That Mourinho performed a perfect Shakespeare tragedy under the eyes of our great Pluto. For the one he was infatuated with. A human woman, he fought hard for revenge, and pretended to be used by others without knowing the secret...
By the way, our Lord Pluto still believes it. To be precise, someone is too innocent to believe that the blood will have feelings for a human lowly woman? Ha ha! That singer Luyao was actually a blood slave raised by Mourinho. It was Mourinho who went to the venue to kill Luyao, and it was him who said he wanted to avenge Luyao...
In the eyes of countless people, maybe that woman is a dazzling star, but in the eyes of our kinsmen, she is just a poor worm who longs for immortality. Death can bring you some trouble. That's just death..."
Lilisi looked surprised and looked at Yang Chen in disbelief. She never expected Yang Chen to be used by them!
Yang Chen clenched his fists tightly, his scalp numb...
No wonder it can avoid the perception of the Seahawks team. It turns out to be a blood clan. Whether it is stealth or hypnosis, it is enough to defeat the seahawks secretly. It is not surprising.
What made Yang Chen angry the most was because of his own kind of kind thoughts that caused the other party to play tricks! ? Let go of the real murderer and the enemy under your nose!
"Now, can I go?"
Drogba spread his hands and grinned: "I don't think the Lord Pluto will kill me because he wants to kill me and take the lives of his family?"
Drogba and Mourinho’s strategy is obviously very detailed. When Drogba runs away, Mourinho will also take Guo Xuehua and others away. As long as they are not caught by Yang Chen immediately, with their skills, Yan Buwen secretly helped. If you concealed deliberately, even if lili silk uses a special tracking device, it may not be able to find it.
At the same time, the captured Guo Xuehua and Wang Yulan will be the hostages to effectively control Yang Chen.
Until now, Yang Chen lowered his head and said nothing.
Upon seeing this, Lilisi persuaded, "Your Excellency Pluto, this is the end of the matter, just let him live for a while. The other party is cunning, it's not your fault. Don't let your family be harmed."
Yang Chen still didn't respond, as if lost in some kind of contemplation.
Lilisi thought that Yang Chen was still struggling with thoughts, and her charming face was full of worries, "Your Excellency Pluto, don't be impulsive! Drogba is not an ordinary blood, he is the son of Prince Raphael of the Tsmihi tribe, but he actually killed him. Losing him might have attracted the hostility of Prince Raphael. We, Kamalila, had a special battle with Sa Pa, so it didn’t matter. My father said that Prince Raphael of the Zmich is a three-generation blood clan. The one with the most unfathomable strength among them should think twice before acting..."
Suddenly, Yang Chen raised his head.
There was no trace of anger or annoyance in Yang Chen's eyes, but only a trace of helplessness and emotion.
"Lilisi" Yang Chenyun smiled lightly: "Thank you for your comfort, but I don't need it. It may be that I have felt too much warmth in the last few days, forgetting that some creatures are cold-blooded..."
"Huh?" Lili was puzzled by what Yang Chen was talking about.
Yang Chen showed a wicked smile and said to Drogba: "Do you know, you have a fatal mistake..."
Seeing Yang Chen's unusual look, Drogba was already full of wonder. At this moment, when he heard it, he suddenly asked with an awe-inspiring answer: "What's wrong?"
Yang Chen scratched his hair, "Actually, I can't blame you... I tried not to do that in order not to be struck by lightning... But now there is no way, so I have to use more repairs..."
"Inexplicable, what are you talking about, bluffing? Stop kidding!" Drogba sneered, ripped off his broken clothes, turned around, and strode away in the direction of the car. "If you dare to do something , Once my vitality is too weak, Mourinho can sense it immediately through the blood contact mark, and your family will die immediately, well... I have no time to waste time playing boring games with you. "
"This is not a game..."
After Yang Chen murmured, the figure suddenly disappeared from the place!
Drogba, who was walking, just had a cold head, and he didn't have time to react. Yang Chen's big hand had already slapped his head into his chest!
After all, Drogba's body is much stronger than the previous Lafayette, and the same strength has not been shattered to pieces!
But this is the case, Drogba's vitality was almost cut off in a short time!
Lilisi exclaimed, Drogba was beaten so deformed and distorted, doesn't it mean Mourinho will kill Yang Chen's family over there! ? Is this man planning to give up his birth mother!
But she obviously guessed wrong!
Yang Chengang pressed most of Drogba's body into the sand, and his figure had disappeared from the beach again!
Almost at the same moment, in the western suburbs villa, a hand protruding out of the sky severely grabbed Mourinho's neck!