"Not you?" Chen Dong sneered: "Then why are you hiding sneakily outside the window?"

"My dad asked me to serve you, and I wasn't sneaky..." In desperation, Yang Zijian could only come up with this reason.

"What's going on?" Butler Yang suddenly rushed in.

Marshal Yang stared at him and said solemnly: "Who prepared the food?"

When Butler Yang saw this scene, he knew that the matter had been exposed, and immediately said: "It was prepared by Chef Li, I will call him in right now!"

Butler Yang immediately turned around and went out.

After a while, a cook rushed in in a panic, knelt on the ground with a bang and kowtowed: "Commander, it has nothing to do with me, I don't know what's going on..."

Just as Chen Dong was about to say something, Marshal Yang suddenly took out a pistol and killed the cook on the spot with a bang.

The cook was shot in the forehead and fell to the ground motionless.

Of course Chen Dong was extremely shocked!

Is this...killing someone?

"You dare to harm my grandson, you are so tired of living..." Marshal Yang said coldly.

"Grandpa..."

Just when Chen Dong was about to say something, Marshal Yang suddenly took out a shiny golden sign from his waist and handed it to Chen Dong.

"This is my token." Marshal Yang said, "Show it to Lei Zhengqi, he won't dare do anything to you."

Chen Dong took the token and saw that it was made of pure gold and had the character "Yang" in block letters engraved on it.

"Grandpa..."

"Okay, you go first." Marshal Yang continued: "When you get outside, don't say it's my grandson, unless you decide to sever ties with your father!"

Marshal Yang's face was cold and hard.

Chen Dong glanced at the tragically dead cook on the ground and had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Yang Suqin also stood up and sent her son out personally.

"You go out too!" Marshal Yang said to Yang Zijian.

"Yes...yes..." Yang Zijian went out tremblingly.

There were only two people left in the hall, Marshal Yang and Butler Yang.

"Commander, I'll drag Chef Li's body out..." Butler Yang bent down and dragged Chef Li's body.

"Steward Yang."

"ah?"

Butler Yang raised his head and looked at Marshal Yang.

"How many years have you been with me?"

"Almost...almost thirty years..." Butler Yang didn't know why Dashuai Yang was asking this question, but cold sweat was already dripping from his forehead.

Marshal Yang let out a long sigh.

"I still remember that on the battlefield that year, I was shot by the enemy and almost died in the Gobi Desert. It was you who risked your life to carry me out..."

"Commander, this is what I should do..."

Before Butler Yang finished speaking, Marshal Yang suddenly raised his gun and shot Butler Yang in the stomach.

"ah……"

Butler Yang fell to the ground in pain, blood flowing out.
Chapter completed!