You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

This warning doesn't contain a single dirty word.

But it was like a poisoned ice blade pressed firmly against the throats of Chen Dayong and his group.

The temperature in the air suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Even the reporters who were watching the commotion were so shocked by the undisguised murderous aura that they took two steps back.

"ten."

Chen Yuan began to count down, his deep voice like the tolling of a death knell.

Chen Dayong lay on the scorching asphalt road, a hint of panic flashing in his triangular eyes.

But when he looked at the flashing lights around him, his inherent roguishness and wishful thinking took over.

He gritted his teeth and, instead of getting up, clung tightly to a railing of the manor's iron gate.

He banged his head against the marble doorpost twice, deliberately leaving a red mark.

"Everyone, come and judge this!"

Chen Dayong, with his hoarse voice, simply lay down and acted like a rogue.

"A billionaire tycoon is going to kill his own uncle in front of the whole world!"

"Go ahead and count! Go ahead and count to one if you dare!"

"I refuse to believe you'd dare kill someone in broad daylight, in front of so many cameras!"

Seeing this, his aunts and cousins ​​behind him also started shouting at the top of their lungs.

"That's right! If you don't come up with a hundred million today, we're staying here!"

"Chen Yuan, you heartless, rotten bastard, how can you face your dead father?!"

"Nine."

Chen Yuan parted his thin lips slightly and uttered the second number.

He ignored the harsh insults.

His gaze passed over the heads of the group of people and landed on the leaves swaying in the wind halfway up the mountain.

"eight."

"seven."

The countdown sound was steady and cold.

The fat on Chen Dayong's face twitched violently.

He originally thought that even if Chen Yuan didn't give them money, he would at least have his bodyguards pull them up and persuade them kindly to avoid any negative impact.

But now.

Chen Yuan didn't even touch them.

They just stood there, cold and indifferent, as if watching a group of garbage about to be sent into an incinerator.

"Keep pretending! Keep pretending!"

Chen Dayong swallowed hard and mustered his courage to shout.

"three."

"two."

"one."

The last number was displayed.

A chilling cruelty finally surfaced in Chen Yuan's eyes.

How to deal with these leeches that don't understand human speech and only want to crawl on others and suck their blood.

Any words are a waste of time.

He slowly raised his right hand.

In mid-air.

Long, strong fingers crossed and snapped crisply.

"Smack."

The snap of fingers wasn't particularly loud outside the bustling manor gates.

But this is a death signal for the attack.

Eagle immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button.

"Open the third side door and let Black Star and the others out to stretch their muscles."

The voice just fell.

A muffled "click" sounded.

Less than 20 meters from the main gate, on the side of the garden, stands a metal fence gate over two meters high.

He was suddenly pushed away from inside.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

A burst of extremely violent barking, loud enough to tear eardrums apart.

Like a thunderclap that exploded out of nowhere, it instantly pierced the air halfway up the mountain.

It wasn't the sound of a regular pet dog barking.

It was the roar of a ferocious beast, carrying a strong stench of blood and powerful enough to bite a person's throat in one gulp.

Thirteen large, retired Caucasian Shepherd and Rottweiler military dogs with muscles as taut as steel bars.

It was like a dark brown torrent.

He ran wildly out of the side door.

These military dogs have torn the flesh of countless militants in border drug enforcement and overseas battlefields.

Even after retiring, his bloodthirsty ferocity remained undiminished.

They do not need a leash.

The moment they heard the command, they immediately targeted Chen Dayong and his group, who were lying on the ground throwing a tantrum.

Thirteen enormous figures drew wild arcs in the air.

It carried a pungent, fishy smell and saliva.

He lunged straight at the group of awful relatives outside the gate.

"ah--!"

Chen Dayong, who was the first to be hit, was rolling around on the ground just now.

I looked up.

Then I saw a Rottweiler that weighed nearly 100 pounds.

It opened its blood-red mouth wide, revealing two rows of white fangs.

They were less than half a meter away from his face.

You can even clearly smell the fishy, ​​hot breath coming from the dog's mouth.

That rascal spirit that was originally used to act like a rogue.

Faced with absolute physical terror.

They were so frightened that they were completely terrified.

"Oh my god! Help!"

Chen Dayong let out a scream that was distorted in tone.

He frantically rummaged through the ground with his hands, trying to get up from the ground.

His aunts and cousins ​​who were just clamoring for 100 million yuan.

They were already terrified.

They didn't care about money anymore.

Their legs went weak, and they ran frantically down the mountain, using both their hands and feet.

"Get away! Don't bite me!"

One of my cousins ​​was running too fast, tripped over his own feet, and fell flat on his face.

His front tooth hit the asphalt road and broke off in half.

He didn't even bother to wipe the blood from his mouth, and continued crawling forward, tumbling and scrambling.

The military dogs did not actually bite.

Just half a meter behind them, it was baring its teeth wildly.

The enormous claws scratched and clawed at the floor tiles.

But this ever-present threat of death.

It's even more torturous than being bitten directly.

These are the scoundrels who usually run rampant in the streets.

At this moment, they are like lambs being driven by a pack of wolves.

In order to survive, they unleashed unprecedented potential.

Chen Dayong, who was just shouting that he would rather die than leave.

He runs faster than anyone else.

In the chaos, he lost one of his cheap leather shoes.

I stepped barefoot onto the scorching asphalt, and cried out in pain from the heat.

A warm, foul-smelling liquid flowed down his trouser leg.

It left an unsightly yellow line on the ground.

He was so scared by the dog that he peed himself.

"Chen Yuan! You'll die a horrible death! How dare you unleash your dogs on your uncle!"

He ran ahead, with two Caucasian Shepherds chasing closely behind.

The sap from the dog's mouth even splattered onto the back of his neck.

Chen Yuan had one hand in his trench coat pocket.

Through the gap in the black and gold iron gate.

He coldly watched as this group of scumbags fled like stray dogs.

There was not a trace of warmth.

He didn't even move a single finger.

This made these scumbags truly experience what real fear is.

The reporters around them carrying cameras.

They had long been frightened by the pack of ferocious military dogs and hid hundreds of meters away.

I didn't even dare to press the shutter button, for fear that these dogs would turn their guns on me.

This is hardly a melodramatic story of a wealthy father and son reuniting.

This is clearly a one-sided physical exorcism drama!

My eldest uncle lost a shoe while running. Seeing the snarling hunting dogs behind him, he was so terrified he wet himself, screaming and crying, "Monster! He's not human! He's a heartless monster!"