The seller of the heavens

Squeak.

The door of the conference room was pushed open, and a strange young man walked in with a simple long sword.

Boss Du frowned: I told the two confidantes at the door not to be disturbed, how could my subordinates let a stranger into the house.

His face sank, and he shouted towards the door:

"Xiaohu, Dasha, how are you doing things? Didn't I tell people not to disturb the meeting?"

Jiang Chen glanced across the people in the meeting room, and finally landed on Boss Du, and said faintly:

"Stop shouting, your men are dead."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the venue immediately tensed up, and several people directly reached into their arms, took out their pistols and pointed at Jiang Chen, about to shoot.

Clang!

Qingyue's sword chanting sounded, and a bright sword light shot out, drawing several arcs in the conference room like a fish swimming all the time.

The figures of those who raised the guns suddenly stopped, and a thin sword mark appeared on the neck, and then the dark red blood overflowed.

Puff puff!

The blood was like a fountain, rushing straight up, splashing to the ceiling, and then pouring down like a shower, drenching everyone in the meeting room with blood stains all over their bodies.

After Fei Jian killed a few people, his sword light turned, and he shot towards Boss Du like a lightning bolt, and he was about to cut off his head.

when!

At the very moment, a bronze round shield suddenly appeared in front of Boss Du, blocking the flying sword.

But he was a stocky, unattractive middle-aged man who saved Boss Du's life at a critical moment.

Jiang Chen looked at the middle-aged man holding a round shield, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that Boss Du had a master beside him, who could block his flying sword.

Seeing that the flying sword was blocked at the last moment, Boss Du was still in shock, but secretly rejoiced in his heart. Fortunately, after learning the news of Brother Chen's death, he paid a lot of money to hire a master to be his bodyguard.

Now it seems that the money was not in vain, and it saved his life at a critical moment.

Jiang Chen pinched the magic formula with his hand, pushing the sword control technique to the extreme.

As the flying sword trembled, it shot out with sharp aura and extremely fast speed, and launched a storm-like offensive against Boss Du.

For a moment, the sword light shone, bringing up more than ten sword shadows.

The stocky middle-aged man walked around, with the round shield in his hand constantly blocking, often able to block the flying sword at critical moments.

The sword edge and the round shield kept colliding, making a tinkling sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

Although the bronze-colored round shield was extremely hard, it could not resist the continuous attacks of the flying swords that cut iron like mud.

It didn't take long for the surface of the round shield to become pitted and dilapidated.

The stocky middle-aged man also knew that the situation was critical, and if he continued to resist, the round shield in his hand would not last long, but under the continuous offensive of Feijian, he could only keep defending, and it was difficult for him to breathe, let alone other.

After more than thirty sword strikes, with a tooth-piercing sound of metal tearing, the round shield was finally pierced by the sword light.

Pooh!

The flying sword suddenly turned into a sharp and cold light, pierced into the chest of the solid middle-aged man, and then stabbed out from behind, piercing Boss Du standing behind him unabated.

Clutching his bleeding chest, Boss Du fell to his knees with a thud, opened his mouth, but his throat was blocked by the gushing blood, and he fell to the ground without a word, without a sound.

Whoosh!

The sword light turned and flew into the scabbard.

For a while, the cold air subsided, and the temperature in the meeting room seemed to rise several degrees.

Jiang Chen held the long sword and looked at the remaining senior officials of the Crocodile Gang.

Several people met Jiang Chen's Gujing's unmoving eyes, and they stood up straight, their muscles tensed, their complexions turned blue, as calm as a cicada.

Jiang Chen didn't do anything to them, but said slowly:

"Several, can you give me a reason not to kill you?"

He didn't intend to wipe out the Crocodile Gang, after all, the members of the Ax Gang under him also had their own ghosts.

After the Crocodile Gang is eliminated, the Ax Gang will definitely continue to grow. At that time, those high-level leaders of the Ax Gang may have some ideas after they grow stronger. It is better to recruit more members of the Crocodile Gang, so that the two sides can check and balance each other.

Although Jiang Chen hadn't learned much management knowledge, he also knew that it would be more beneficial for the superior to let his subordinates check and balance each other.

After hearing Jiang Chen's words, several senior members of the Crocodile Gang looked at each other in dismay, a little surprised, but they are naturally superior in their current status, and soon realized that Jiang Chen did not intend to kill them all.

One of the fat people rolled his eyes and spoke first:

"Brother Chen, I have some news that you may want to know."

Jiang Chen said noncommittally:

"Oh? Tell me."

The fat man wiped the blood on his face a little nervously, with a flattering smile on his chubby face, he said:

"Artest of the Ax Gang is actually a traitor. He has long colluded with Boss Du and is about to betray the Ax Gang. He also contacted a group of members of the Ax Gang who are dissatisfied with you, and plans to cooperate internally and externally when Boss Du attacks the Ax Gang..."

After Jiang Chen silently listened to his narration, his heart was very calm and he was not angry.

His position as leader of the Ax Gang was taken by force, so naturally he didn't expect the members of the Ax Gang to be loyal to him, and this kind of betrayal was also expected by him.

He nodded and said:

"Yes, this news has some value. If you are willing to join the Ax Gang and follow me in the future, I can spare your life."

The fat man heard that a big stone in his heart fell to the ground, nodded hurriedly, and said happily:

"That's great. As soon as I saw Brother Chen, I felt very cordial, as if I saw a relative. Being able to hang out with Brother Chen is simply a blessing I have cultivated in eight lifetimes."

"Fatty Chen, you're too spineless, haven't you forgotten how Boss Du taught you, you fucking..."

Seeing this, a young man couldn't help pointing at the fat man and yelling at him, but before he finished speaking, his head was cut open, and he fell straight down.

Jiang Chen withdrew his hand and looked at the remaining people: "Who else wants to die, stand up as soon as possible."

Seeing the fat man's life, and seeing the young man's death, the others couldn't resist Jiang Chen's absolute force, so they could only choose to bow their heads and submit.

An old man said that he knew where Boss Du's money was hidden, so he could give it all to Jiang Chen.

Some people also said that they have just entered a group of teenage children, all of whom are high-quality goods who have never opened their bags. They hope that they can be blessed to serve Brother Chen's life.

A thug's mind was not very bright, and he couldn't think of any way to save his life for a while, so he blurted out:

"Brother Chen, my wife is quite coquettish, how about letting her serve you for a few days?"

Jiang Chen was shocked for a moment, he didn't expect that the Crocodile Gang still has such talents, but he was really not interested in this proposal, so he twitched his lips:

"It's fine if you have this heart. As for the wife, you should keep it to yourself."

Hearing this, the thug sat back with a disappointed face.

After Jiang Chen asked a few people to go back, he summoned his subordinates to divide up the territory of the Crocodile Gang as soon as possible, and then left the villa.