Chapter 232： Anger

Just as Ye Chen healed Wang Li again, the entire underground world of Zhonghai City had already begun to be turbulent, and chaos was about to start.

Suburbs of Zhonghai City.

In a luxurious villa, Zhao Sihai sat in the pavilion, watching the night view outside the pavilion, sipping tea in a leisurely manner.

The scenery is pleasant and beautiful, which is a good place for people to calm down, but Zhao Sihai still feels impetuous in his heart.

This is the sixth sense of the warrior. In the midst of it, Zhao Sihai felt that something had happened.

"Four Lord, it's not good, something happened."

A man in black walked through the corridor panting and ran over with a panic expression on his face.

The originally silent environment suddenly became a little noisy, Zhao Sihai showed an unhappy expression on his face, and said lightly, "What happened?"

"Prince, the prince is dead."

The man swallowed, lowered his head, and said with a horrified expression on his face.

"What did you say? Say it again."

Zhao Sihai's voice suddenly became agitated, and the man trembled, feeling that the temperature of the pavilion had dropped a lot.

"The prince was killed." The man repeated it with a trembling voice.

With a snap, Zhao Sihai directly smashed the teacup in his hand, splashing hot tea.

"There are still people in Zhonghai City who dared to kill the old man's son. It's so courageous, who did it."

Zhao Sihai narrowed his eyes, looked at the man in black, and said slowly.

"Today, the prince took people to participate in the ring competition in Dongcheng District. It was Shen Junru and the others.

The man in black hurriedly said the news he had received.

"How about Liu Qianshan and Dujun? Shouldn't they go with the prince?"

Zhao Sihai pondered for a long time before asking in a deep voice.

"They are all dead, killed by a young man next to Shen Junru, Ye Chen is said to have done it."

The black man swallowed his throat and said.

"The Poison Lord is also dead?"

Zhao Sihai's expression suddenly changed, and he instantly became gloomy.

He knows the strength of the Poison Lord best, he will be beheaded by a young man even with his strength cultivation, coupled with the invincible toxins?

Where did Shen Junru find the master?

"What is the origin of this young man?"

Zhao Sihai frowned and asked faintly.

"It hasn't been found out yet." The black-clothed man said with a trembling voice.

"I didn't find out? Waste, what use do you want."

A flash of killing intent flashed across Zhao Sihai's body, and he slapped a palm on the stone table. Suddenly, the entire stone table was smashed into pieces. The flying stones hit the man with great strength.

With a muffled hum, the black-clothed man flew upside down, fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Shen Junru, the old man is nostalgic and spare your life. I didn't expect to dare to make such an inch. If this is the case, I shouldn't blame the old man for being ruthless.

Zhao Sihai's voice was sharp, and his murderous intent went up to Jiuxiao, "Ye Chen, no matter who you are, when the old man leaves the barrier, he must take your head and sacrifice to the spirit of Tianlong."

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After several hundred rounds of fighting, Ye Chen left the night bar contentedly.

Wang Ma was not in the villa tonight, only Su Xiyue was there, and Ye Chen killed Zhao Tianlong tonight, he was a little worried that Zhao Sihai would do something, so he returned to the villa in case of accidents.

Back in the villa, the light in the living room was still on. When I entered the living room, I saw Su Xiyue wearing pajamas, sitting on the sofa watching TV, slightly bored.

"Xizue, it's so late, why are you still asleep?"

Ye Chen was a little surprised, it was almost twelve o'clock now, and it was the first time that he saw Su Xiyue watching TV in the living room at this time.

"Well, I will sleep now."

After seeing Ye Chen come back, Su Xiyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe it was because I was used to someone in the villa. Suddenly Wang Ma went home and Ye Chen went out. The whole villa seemed a bit empty and lonely, and Su Xiyue felt a little uncomfortable for a while.

It is with this mentality that Su Xiyue will sit on the sofa in the living room and wait for Ye Chen to return.

"Is your friend okay? Is there anything I can help."

Su Xiyue looked at Ye Chen and said flatly.

"The little things have been resolved."

Ye Chen said lightly, and then stared at Su Xiyue's pretty face, with a smirk from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Xiyue wife, you haven't slept so late, so you are waiting for me to come back."

"Being amorous, less stinky and beautiful." Su Xiyue's eyes flashed with a panic, but her face was coldly said.

Ye Chen saw the expression in Su Xiyue’s eyes, and she sat next to Su Xiyue, and said with a smile: “I’m an old husband and wife, what's so shy? Besides, Wang’s mother is not here today. , There are only two of us in the villa."

Su Xiyue's face flushed, just about to speak, she suddenly smelled a faint perfume, her face suddenly became gloomy, she reached Ye Chen's side and sniffed gently.

"Wife, what are you doing?" Ye Chen asked suspiciously.

"Ye Chen, can you explain, where does the fragrance of your body come from?"

Su Xiyue said with a murderous look in her eyes.

The smile on Ye Chen's face suddenly stiffened.