The village beauty and me!

Chen Huan understood immediately.

Ma Pingchuan already knows who he is.

He might not have known before, but now that the family has been mentioned as having a so-called capture mission, then he must be right.

Chen Huan raised an eyebrow. "So, you think having a dozen more people guarantees victory?"

Ma Pingchuan sneered, "Otherwise what?"

"Any one of these people could be enough to give you two a run for your money."

"Today I am your hell!"

He was so excited while speaking that he couldn't help but cough violently.

The cough got worse and worse, and his face turned blue.

The attendant next to him quickly patted his back, but it had no effect.

  

"Shall we strike first and capture him?"

"So many people are holding knives, I'm afraid we can't hold them off," the fat man whispered to Chen Huan.

However, the people around Ma Pingchuan had already taken precautions against this.

So they immediately surrounded Ma Pingchuan and pulled him back a distance.

The dozen or so men with knives pressed closer and closer.

As soon as Ma Pingchuan finishes coughing and gives an order, or even just waves his hand, they will rush over without hesitation and start slashing people with their knives.

"There's no chance anymore," the fat man said, somewhat dejected.

He blamed himself for not taking action directly, resulting in missing a golden opportunity.

"Don't panic."

"Remember my words, if a fight breaks out, stand behind me and protect the people in the car. Don't let them take advantage of any openings."

"I'll take care of the rest." Chen Huan's expression remained calm, with at most a hint of excitement.

Seeing that Ma Pingchuan's cough had subsided, Chen Huan smiled and said, "How are you feeling? Don't you feel pretty weak?"

"I feel dizzy and lightheaded with the slightest movement, and everything seems to spin around me. My head is buzzing, and it feels like there's an insect stuck in my ear."

As soon as Chen Huan finished speaking, Ma Pingchuan's face turned dark.

Pointing a finger, he said, "You bastard, how do you know all this?"

"Did you secretly do something to me?"

Chen Huan shrugged. "You're the kind of person who repays kindness with enmity. You kick people after they've served their purpose, and now that you're cured, you don't acknowledge them as your father."

"You weren't like this when you begged me to remove the poison from you."

"You're not even as good as a dog."

Ma Pingchuan's face darkened even more. "Wasn't it you who framed me?"

"Tell me quickly, how can I get rid of my symptoms?"

"If you just give me a straight answer, I might make things easier for you."

"Otherwise, when you get to the Ma family, you'll have to suffer a lot before you even enter the door, and that won't be pleasant."

Chen Huan raised an eyebrow. "Then you're wronging me."

"You are now showing obvious symptoms of poisoning, which is caused by the blood ginseng you bought for over a million yuan."

"This is called 'shooting oneself in the foot'."

"You can't blame anyone else."

Ma Pingchuan gritted his teeth, "I'll break your arms and legs first, then you'll be sure to tell!"

"You just said all that to get me to spare your life, didn't you?"

"The death penalty may be spared, but punishment will not be tolerated!"

Seeing Ma Pingchuan's arrogant and domineering demeanor, Chen Huan replied with a grin, "You're wrong again."

"The reason I'm saying all this is to tell you that I have a way to solve this, but I'm just not going to help you, just to annoy you!"

"Get to work!" Ma Pingchuan ordered in a fit of rage.

At this moment, the person closest to Chen Huan only needed to raise their arm to slash the knife across his face.

But Chen Huan had already rushed to his side before his knife fell.

The man with the knife was startled and instinctively dodged to the side, adopting a defensive stance.

However, Chen Huan did not attack him, nor did he hit anyone with a knife.

Instead, he charged straight at Ma Pingchuan in full view of everyone.

Ma Pingchuan and his men never expected that Chen Huan would dare to be so audacious.

So no one reacted in time.

By the time someone tried to stop them, Chen Huan had already grabbed Ma Pingchuan's throat with one hand.

"Don't move."

"I wouldn't mind just strangling him to death!"

"Anyway, you all want to kill me." Chen Huan gripped Ma Pingchuan's throat, a cold and mocking smile on his face.

"Step back, do you hear me?"

"If Ma Pingchuan dies here, none of you will be happy!" the fat man immediately threatened loudly.

The assassins brought by Ma Pingchuan involuntarily began to back away, which made the fat man feel a sudden reduction in pressure.

At the same time, he also felt a greater sense of admiration for Chen Huan.

Even he himself had just thought that Chen Huan was planning a fight to the death.

But to everyone's surprise, he actually chose to outsmart them.

Is it something an ordinary person could do to take the head of the enemy's general amidst thousands of troops?

"Brother Huan is awesome!" the fat man couldn't help but exclaim.

Chen Huan, on the other hand, looked at Ma Pingchuan, whose face was ashen, with a grin.

She loosened her grip slightly to allow him to breathe, lest she actually strangle him.

"So, now you know what fear and despair are?" Chen Huan mimicked Ma Pingchuan's tone and began to mock and ridicule him.

Ma Pingchuan's first words were, "You wouldn't dare do anything to me."

"You've already offended the Ma family. Some people suspect you killed Ma Yanping. That's enough to make things difficult for you."

"If you dare touch me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Huan kicked him in the knee.

It snapped instantly with a crack.

Ma Pingchuan immediately screamed in agony, his voice extremely mournful.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and beads of sweat the size of beans seeped from his face, wetting his collar.

His pants were also wet, completely soaked.

The assassin and bodyguards standing nearby were dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, Chen Huan acted swiftly and ruthlessly.

"What do you say now?" Chen Huan raised his eyebrows, his expression turning fierce.

Ma Pingchuan grinned, then burst into tears, "Have mercy! I know I was wrong."

"These people were sent by the family. I didn't intend to do anything to you."

"How about we each compromise? I'll let you go—no, you let me go, and then I'll let you leave, how about that?"

"With so many people, if a fight breaks out, you'll all suffer too."

Chen Huan let go, allowing Ma Pingchuan to fall to the ground like a dead dog.

Then he slowly walked towards the assassins wielding machetes.

"Come on, cut me." Chen Huan said calmly, with a contemptuous expression on his face.

"What are you standing there for? Chop him down!" Ma Pingchuan quickly rolled to the side on the ground and shouted the order.

Several assassins simultaneously swung their knives at Chen Huan.

But the next second they lost their target.

Chen Huan, like a shadow, effortlessly and unpredictably evaded all attacks.

He then snatched a machete from one of them, gripped the handle, and used the blade as a stick to beat him.

Clap clap clap, clap clap clap.

A series of crisp sounds rang out, and the thugs fell to the ground one after another, creating a rather eerie scene.

Ma Pingchuan was completely dumbfounded, and even forgot the pain while sitting on the ground.

He muttered, trembling, "Is this guy even human?"

"What did I do to deserve this?"