The rich and powerful family of the city against the young

"Yang Jing, turn on the video and show it to Mr. Xu. Here's a close-up of your face. Don't shake your hands!"

Under Chen Xuan's command, Yang Jing began to broadcast live to Xu Weidong.

And Long Dingyan's head under his feet was already creaking.

"Ah! It hurts! I was wrong! Ah! Please spare me."

Long Dingyan, the number one boss in Chuzhou, was begging for mercy with snot and tears at the moment.

Is it just useful?
Chen Xuan told him the answer with actions.

The strength on the feet is getting heavier and heavier, like a mountain is slowly pressing down.

His eyes began to protrude, his mouth began to open, and blood flowed from his nose, ears, and eyes. In the end, he didn't even care about begging for mercy, only a shrill voice echoed in the hall.

Countless timid women exclaimed, and countless rich men trembled in fear.

Long Dingcheng's body was trembling even more. Seeing his brother like this, he really wanted to rush up and tear Chen Xuan's body into pieces.

But he didn't dare, his body was so stiff that he couldn't even move at all.

Within half a minute, under the strong pressure, Long Dingyan's head began to crack, and then he was trampled to pieces with a "bang".

It is such a terrifying thing that a head is trampled to pieces. All the people who witnessed it were about to pee in fright and collapse.

For many, this is a nightmare scenario.

Chen Xuan raised his foot and winked at Scaryan, Scaryan immediately understood, and four strong men walked over carrying the coffin.

"Dangdang!"

It was placed heavily on the ground, because the weight of the coffin was so heavy that the entire hall seemed to shake.

The lid of the coffin was removed, and Long Dingyan's body was thrown into the coffin.

Chen Xuan came to deliver the coffin today, so of course Long Dingyan had to accept this generous gift.

"It would be cheaper for him to die on his birthday."

Chen Xuan shook his head, then looked at Long Dingcheng who was sitting on the dragon chair, and grinned.

"Master Long, we meet again."

Stared at by Chen Xuan, Long Dingcheng was shrouded in chill all over his body.

He knew that Chen Xuan would not let him go, he didn't want to live now, he just hoped that Chen Xuan would not torture himself.

For the first time, he realized that it is a happy thing for a person to choose the way of death.

"Since your brothers are so affectionate, let's bury you and your brother in the same coffin."

After Chen Xuan finished speaking, he didn't seem to intend to torture Long Dingcheng, and Long Dingcheng heaved a sigh of relief.

"Lucky! I can die happily, I am so happy."

But the next moment, two strong men went up and lifted Long Dingcheng up, and then threw him directly into the coffin.

"What do you mean?"

Long Dingcheng seemed to realize something, and said in horror: "Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Of course I won't kill you. I will nail you in a coffin and bury you directly, so that you can enjoy the process of dying."

Chen Xuan's words fell.

Long Dingcheng's expression had completely changed.

"Chen Xuan, you bastard! You are a devil!"

It's just that his voice was quickly isolated by the closed coffin lid.

A strong man took out a hammer and a nail and began to work on the coffin lid.

"Clang!"

Nails were driven in one after another, and Long Dingcheng's crying could be faintly heard inside the coffin.

It's just that Chen Xuan's heart is calm and there is no trace of mercy. This is the retribution they deserve, and it is also their fate that was doomed since the time they attacked Xu Chuqing.

Chen Xuan waved his hand, and the coffin was carried out.

In the corner, a girl looked at all this with a horrified expression. She was the one who was slapped by Chen Xuan.

When she saw the coffin, she realized that it was unusual. Seeing this scene now, she was very glad that she did not continue to provoke Chen Xuan.

"He's a devil, a devil!"

Not only women think so, everyone in the field thinks so.

But Chen Xuan had already left the hall with everyone, as if he had experienced a dream, if it wasn't for the screams just now, if it wasn't for the broken floor from the coffin, if it wasn't for the chaos in the arena.

"His name seems to be Chen Xuan, remember this name, and never provoke him."

Someone whispered to his son next to him.