"Damn it! Shen Fengxiao, you dare!" Chen Tang bellowed, his body accelerating on the spot once again as he charged towards Yang Desheng.
Even if he was too late to stop it, at least he wanted to minimize the harm to Yang Desheng!
Sitting in the Taishi Chair, Yang Desheng's mouth curled into a smile. Facing the anxious Chen Tang, he said, "Young Master Chen, don't worry... These jumping clowns cannot trouble me!"
The next moment!
To Chen Tang's astonishment, the figure of Old Master Yang on the Taishi Chair suddenly moved, an eighty-year-old body looking frail and aged, but in a split second, Yang Desheng twisted eerily, propelling himself off the Taishi Chair, evading the attack of two bodyguards.
At the same time, Yang Desheng's elbow carried a piercing force, violently striking the backs of the two bodyguards.
Bang bang!
Two muffled sounds rang out as the two bodyguards spat out a mouthful of blood in unison, collapsing limp upon the Taishi Chair, stirring no more.