"The Hodward family also knows the whereabouts of the century-old thunder rushing grass."

Yang Cheng watched the car from Huo Dehua's house drive by and spoke slowly.

"Mr. Yang, don't worry, Hodwah must have not bought it."

With his understanding of Hodwa, the butler was sure that Hodwa must have returned empty-handed.

In previous years, when the Smith family and the Howards were bidding successfully, the Smith family always had the bid successfully because the Smith family was able to make a fortune, but the Howard was different. No matter what happened, they were unwilling to suffer losses.

The Smith family offered five times the price, but the other party did not sell them the hundred-year-old thunder rush to them. The price offered by Hodward must be lower than theirs. In addition, Hodward has a very irritable temper. When negotiating with the old man, he must be disrespectful, so he would not buy the hundred-year-old thunder rush to them.

The butler took Yang Cheng to the old man's door, but the butler didn't go in and waited in the car.

Yang Cheng walked inside alone. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the old man tidying up the room that was messed up by Ho Dehua.

Yang Cheng went in and explained his purpose directly. He came to buy the 100-year-old Thunder Hunt.

But Yang Cheng did not offer the price, but helped the old man to organize the messy room.

The two spent some time tidying up the room together. The old man made a pot of tea for Yang Cheng and invited him to sit down.

"Thank you for helping me clean up the room."

"You're welcome, I want to buy it from you. A hundred-year-old thundering cannon. I wonder if the old man is willing to sell it to me?"

Yang Cheng held the tea cup and took a sip of the tea. It tasted rich and very good.

"I said, I won't sell this thing. Young man, you'd better go back."

The old man did not change his mind because Yang Cheng helped him organize the room.

This 100-year-old thunder grass was bought by the old man for a lot of money from Hodehua to treat his wife's illness, so he would not sell the 100-year-old thunder grass, and he would keep it for his thoughts.

"I know that the old man has good care for his deceased wife, but the dead are gone. Some things cannot reflect their value even if they are left. Why not save a life?"

Yang Cheng advised the old man.

"You'd better look for it, I won't sell it."

The old man still sticks to his own ideas.

Seeing that the old man insisted not to sell, Yang Cheng did not force him to get up and leave.

When the butler saw Yang Cheng coming out, he hurried up to greet him.

"How is it, Mr. Yang, did you buy it?"

The butler got out of the car excitedly, wanting to know the good news from Yang Cheng as soon as possible.

Yang Cheng shook his head. He did not buy the century-old Thunder Cat from the old man.

Unexpectedly, Yang Cheng took the opportunity and the housekeeper returned to the car in disappointment.

The car had just driven out for a short distance, and the butler saw the car from Hodward again. However, this time it was not Hodward sitting inside, but George, Hodward's assistant.

"Mr. Yang, the Hodhua family, have sent someone here again."

The butler smiled. The Hodwah family was really funny. The master had just arrived and sent a servant to him. How could he turn the situation around?

"Why did they drive three cars?"

Yang Cheng felt a little strange. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that something was going to happen to the old man, so he asked the butler to turn around and go back quickly.

When the butler heard this, he immediately turned around and accelerated to the old man's house.

By the time Yang Cheng and the others arrived, the old man had been detained by George's men.

"Say! Where is the thunderous thunder in a hundred years? Hand it over! I will save you a life!"

George didn't care whether the person in front of him was an old man or not. He cared about whether he could complete the task assigned to him by the old man.

"No, even if you beat me to death, I won't say it."

The old man himself took this world indifferent, and his wife had passed away, so he was not very attached to this world.

"Do it!"

At George's order, a subordinate began to beat the old man in a terrible way.

The old man was old and could not afford such a violent beating. In a few strokes, the old man vomited blood.

"Stop it all!"

When Yang Cheng saw this scene, he was immediately furious.

How could they treat an old man like this?

A gentleman has something to say, but he will not do anything.

If you want to get a hundred-year-old thunder, you have to use normal means instead of looting.

George turned around and saw Yang Cheng and the butler of the Smith family standing at the door. He immediately understood that Yang Cheng was a person sent by the Smith family.

"Who do you think you are, and you stop? Keep hitting me!"

George inhumanely asked his men to continue beating the old man.

"I'll remind you one last time, stop, or I'll let you crawl out of this place."

George immediately laughed when he heard what Yang Cheng said.

"Hahaha, I'm so hilarious. Do you think you two can beat the twelve people here?"

George pointed to the people standing behind him. They were all very skilled, and the muscles on their arms were as thick as Yang Cheng's arms.

"Mr. Yang, why don't you forget it. Let's go back. Don't meddle in other people's business. There are too many people."

The housekeeper didn't know that Yang Cheng was not only good at medical skills, but also kung fu. He was a little scared to advise Yang Cheng not to meddle in other people's business.

The purpose of their visit this time was to rush the thunder for a hundred years, and there was no need to take their own life to save an irrelevant person.

"It's okay, just these few people are not my opponent at all."

Yang Cheng said to the butler with a serious look on his face.

But in the eyes of the butler, Yang Cheng's words were completely bragging.

The butler knew that the twelve people behind George were strictly trained by the Hodward family, and the Twelve King Kongs were extremely powerful.

The Hodhua family has an industry about Black Fist. These people are the main combat power of Black Fist underground. They all have super strength. Not many people in the entire circle can beat them.

"Since you are still so reluctant to leave, let my brother play with you."

George signaled a subordinate to go over and deal with Yang Cheng.

This subordinate pressed his finger joints with both hands, swung his neck left and right, looking like he looked down on Yang Cheng.

The opponent's body is well-melted, and from the surface, his strength is above Yang Cheng.

"If you kneel down and beg me now, maybe I can spare your life."

"No, thank you."

Yang Cheng did not accept the other party's "good intention".

Seeing that Yang Cheng was ungrateful, the other party used all his strength and planned to beat Yang Cheng to a disabled person.

He swung his punch, and the power was so great that the butler watched from the side, sweating on his forehead.

When Yang Cheng faced this punch, he did not show any timid expression. The corner of his mouth raised, and he leveraged the force and pushed the opponent aside. The punch did not hit Yang Cheng, but hit the wall.

On the wall, a clearly visible handprint was directly displayed in front of everyone.

"What's going on?"

George couldn't believe his eyes, and he didn't see Yang Cheng taking action.
Chapter completed!