Chapter 121 Anyone can die from talking too much.

Zhang Yuan curled the corners of his lips. "How did you recognize that it was Zhang Yuan's spaceship?"

"Brother, are you kidding me? In the entire interstellar, who doesn't know Zhang Yuan's spaceship?"

"Oh?" Zhang Yuan's voice rose slightly at the end. "Since you recognize his spaceship, don't you recognize him?"

"Well..."

The man looked a bit embarrassed. "To be honest, when I was in the interstellar, I was just flying around with my robot, digging holes. I was quite different from someone like Zhang Yuan...

However, I have seen him from a distance. It was from afar, so I couldn't see him clearly.

He's tall and thin, and his figure seems to be about the same as yours..."

Listening to his words, Zhang Yuan slowly laughed in a low voice. "Not about the same."

"Hmm?"

"Exactly the same."

As Zhang Yuan spoke, the gun in his hand was already pointed at the man, and he said each word clearly, "I am Zhang Yuan."

Hearing Zhang Yuan's words, the man was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head. "Impossible. How could you be Zhang Yuan? This is absolutely im - pos - sible!"

As soon as he finished the last few words, the man's hand, which had been hanging down, suddenly lifted up, and there was also a gun in his hand. His finger quickly pulled the trigger.

Zhang Yuan watched his actions and sneered mockingly.

"Right in front of me, trying to secretly shoot first. It seems you really don't take me, the weapons merchant, seriously."

As Zhang Yuan spoke, he also fired two shots at the man.

One shot hit the man's wrist holding the gun, and the other hit the man's chest.

Although the man fell to the ground, he didn't die immediately.

Zhang Yuan looked at him with a bit of surprise, then suddenly realized. "So that's it. Your heart is on the right side.

But it doesn't matter. The next shot will just be a head - shot."

The heart can be on the right side, but the head surely isn't on the buttocks.

Even if it really were, it wouldn't be a big problem. It would just mean firing one more shot.

Hearing Zhang Yuan's words, the man, no matter how stupid he was, knew that Zhang Yuan was really determined to kill him.

"Cough... Why do you have to kill me?

We have no grudges.

Even if I said I wanted to rob you just now, it was because I didn't know your identity.

As long as you're willing, I can listen to you, be your subordinate. That's no problem..."

"No. There is a problem." Zhang Yuan coldly interrupted the man's words.

"What's the problem?"

"The problem is that I don't want any subordinates, especially trash like you as a subordinate."

"I'm trash? Ha... Hahaha..."

The man burst into wild laughter. "How am I trash? The people on this Blue Star are the real trash.

A group of inferior races. Why should they enjoy these great resources?

They should submit to us, become our slaves, and obey our orders.

Look at that one over there, lying there like a dead dog. That's the real trash!"

Zhang Yuan looked at the man in silence. "Do you know why I haven't killed you yet and let you talk nonsense here?"

After saying this, without waiting for the man to answer, Zhang Yuan said to Yang Wendong, "Can you still get up?"

Yang Wendong was seriously injured and lying there, barely breathing.

Probably because there was a breath in his heart holding him up, although his injuries were severe, he was still alive.

Hearing Zhang Yuan's words, Yang Wendong's body moved.

But just this slight movement caused a violent fit of coughing.

The coughing was heart - rending, as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

Finally, Yang Wendong slowly raised his head and propped himself up.

"I... can!"

As Yang Wendong spoke, he slowly got up, his movements extremely slow.

Zhang Yuan was not in a hurry at all, but the man lying there became anxious.

"Zhang Yuan, what are you going to do?

Are you going to let him kill me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yuan looked at the man with approval. "Although I just suspected that your brain was growing on your buttocks, but now it seems that it's not completely there. You can still think."

"Why? Why are you helping such an inferior person?"

Zhang Yuan didn't answer, just watched as Yang Wendong, staggering, walked step by step towards the man.

Yang Wendong walked very slowly, but at this moment, no one would dislike his slow pace.

The man watched Yang Wendong approaching, and his eyes gradually changed from disdain to fear.

"Don't kill me!

What happened to your sister was really a misunderstanding!

I just wanted to have some fun with her. She struggled too hard and even tried to kill me. That's why I accidentally killed her.

What do you want? I can compensate you for anything!"

After the man finished speaking, Yang Wendong had already reached the man's side and looked down at him.

"What do I want?

I - want your life!"

Hearing Yang Wendong's words, the man's eyes gradually turned sinister.

"It seems you're really determined to kill me." The man spat. "What are you? Do you think you can kill me?

If it weren't for Zhang Yuan's sudden appearance, you would have been dead long ago.

Even if Zhang Yuan is watching now, I can't kill him - "

As the man spoke, he raised his other uninjured hand, and somehow there was another gun in his hand. He raised his hand to shoot at Yang Wendong.

However, as soon as he raised his hand, it was hit by a bullet.

His wrist was hit, and the gun in his hand naturally fell to the ground.

The man let out a cry of pain and at the same time looked in the direction where the bullet came from with venomous eyes.

Zhang Yuan was still standing in the original position.

If it wasn't Zhang Yuan who fired the shot, then who was it?

Just as the man was thinking, he heard footsteps.

Step by step.

Getting closer and closer.

A slender figure walked out step by step from behind Zhang Yuan and finally stood side by side with Zhang Yuan.

"Who are you?"

Regarding the man's question, Liu Ruyan seemed not to hear it. She just looked at Yang Wendong.

"No matter who it is, it's easy to die from talking too much.

If you have a grudge, take revenge quickly. After he's dead, you'll have plenty of time to say everything you want to his corpse."

Hearing Liu Ruyan's words, Yang Wendong's body trembled.

"I... I know."

The man lying on the ground had both his hands disabled, and he was shot in the chest. He completely lost the ability to resist.

The man opened his mouth to say something, but Yang Wendong tightly gripped the dagger in his hand and stabbed it firmly, accurately, and fiercely into the man's right chest.

The man's words that were about to come out disappeared.

No one knew what he really wanted to say before he died.

Whether it was to beg for mercy or to utter harsh words.

But it didn't matter anymore.

With the man's death, the breath that had been holding Yang Wendong up also dissipated.

Yang Wendong's body swayed, and he directly fell to the side of the man.