My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

Each of the words spoken by Yang Chen was no different from a nail directly hammered into not only Cruyffs heart, but everyone else present as well!

The moment everyone present witnessed Yang Chen walking out of the terrifying strike completely unharmed, only then did they truly understand the power of a god!

The two six-winged angels had coincidentally depleted their energy and time of descent. The two holy bodies fell from the sky, turning back to ordinary blonde young men who were squatting on the ground and trying to catch their breath from all that has happened.

It became clear to everyone that the Vatican had lost.

Seeing that Cruyff turned inattentive, Yang Chen knew that the old man had lost his courage to even utter a word. Shaking his head, he raised his left hand, prepared to break the old mans skull.

“Stop!” yelled Gabriel out of a sudden.

Yang Chen turned around and asked, “Need anything? Or would you like to die first and spare yourself from seeing your elder die?”

Faced with Yang Chens untroubled expression, Gabriel subconsciously took a step back. The tall soldier from Crusaders felt that he was just like a duckweed in the water, floating about without dependence.

“Yo—Your Majesty Pluto, you shall not kill Cardinal, or you will regret your actions later!” Gabriel had depleted all his energy just to speak that sentence.

Yang Chen turned his head back to glance at Cruyff who looked like a soulless corpse, before looking at the incredibly nervous Gabriel again. As his eyes shone, he flung Cruyffs body aside and said, “Enlighten me. What is it then that I will regret?

Gabriel suddenly had some courage, as Yang Chen seemed restrained in a way.

Gabriel tried to stay calm before saying, “Your Majesty Pluto didnt come to Europe alone this time, did you?”

Yang Chen pretended to be shocked. Smiling, he said, “You guys have done your investigation well. Thats right, I came here with my woman.”

“Since thats the case, Your Majesty Pluto, do you know where Miss Lin currently is?” asked Garbriel expectantly.

Yang Chen squinted his eyes. “You even found out her origin; no wonder you managed to secure the role as leader. You seem to be more composed than this cardinal Cruyff—at least you still have a voice in a time like this. To be honest, I have no clue where she is, but I think shes waiting for my return in Paris now.”

Gabriel appeared to have regained confidence. “That might not be entirely true.”

Yang Chens face turned cold. “What do you mean?”