A bright light moved quickly across the wilderness, getting farther and farther away from the city lights, until the city lights were about the same size as the stars in the night sky before it began to slow down, and finally disappeared on a hillside.

"Bang", Wu Dao dragged Mr. Song out of the car and threw it to the ground.

Zhang Qi walked up to him with a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap and poured the water on his face.

"Hmm~", Mr. Song groaned and opened his eyes, then sat up suddenly. He saw a black figure standing in front of him and hurriedly backed away, bumping into Wu Dao's leg.

He quickly moved to the side, turned over and stood up, looking at the three black figures in front of him: "Who are you?" The pain in his neck made him understand that he had been trapped.

Wu Dao stared at Mr. Song: "Don't panic, we are just asking you about something, and we will let you go when we get the answers we want."

"You're asking me about something? I've never met the three of you before. I'm afraid I don't know what you want to know!" Mr. Song stared at the three of them warily. Although they couldn't see their faces clearly, they could identify "Ceng Ceng" through their body shapes.

"People who drive their own cars.

"Since we have found you, it means that only you know the answer to this matter, so Mr. Song had better not refuse!" Wu Dao approached him.

Mr. Song subconsciously stepped back, raised his hands to cover his chest and looked at Wu Dao: "Tell me first what you want to know?"

Wu Dao stopped and asked, "Where is Li Yuan?"

Mr. Song tilted his head slightly: "Li Yuan? Are you here for Li Yuan?"

"Yeah, I have something to do with him!" Wu Dao approached Mr. Song again.

Mr. Song spread his hands: "Then you have found the wrong person, I still want to find him!"

Yun Xing walked towards him with a sneer: "He called you twice yesterday, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. After the phone call in the morning, he paid Guo Cheng's compensation in the afternoon. He disappeared after the phone call in the afternoon. You said you didn't know.

, do you think we will believe it?”

Mr. Song looked at Yunxing in surprise: "Call me? How is that possible?"

"A tough talk!" Zhang Qi walked towards him with a smile: "I like tough talk the most!"

Wu Dao suddenly had a black line on his forehead. What does it mean to like people who are tough-talking? Why do you like people who are tough-talking? What can people who are tough-talking do?

Mr. Song quickly backed away: "I'm serious, he has never contacted me since he disappeared!"

Zhang Qi clasped his hands behind his back and tilted his head: "I'll give you another chance and say it nicely!"

"What I said is true, he really never contacted me!" Mr. Song defended with great certainty.

"Whoosh", Zhang Qi threw out the mineral water bottle. Mr. Song was so frightened that he lowered his head to avoid it. As a result, Zhang Qi predicted his avoidance and the mineral water hit him in the face.

"Pa", the mineral water bottle fell to the ground. Mr. Song covered his face and glared at Zhang Qi: "What are you doing?"

"Give you another chance, where is Li Yuan?" Zhang Qi still looked at him with a smile. Wu Dao and Yun Xing stood on both sides of her, looking at Mr. Song coldly.

"I told you, he hasn't contacted me, how on earth do you believe me?" Mr. Song roared at the three of them.

"Ah ha, as expected of a boss, he has a pretty bad temper!" Zhang Qi threw out the bottle cap.

Mr. Song quickly raised his hand to block it in front of him. "Pop", the bottle cap hit his earlobe. He immediately covered his ears in pain and said, "Let me tell you, Mud Bodhisattva is still angry, don't go too far!"

"We are about to go too far. What can you do?" Yun Xing walked towards him with a cold face.

"Don't think that you three can do anything to me. I, Mr. Song, am not someone to be bullied!" Mr. Song clenched his fists.

Zhang Qi looked at Yunxing: "Are you going up or am I going up?"

"I'll go, I didn't have the chance last time, so I can't miss it this time!" Yunxing kicked his feet on the ground and rushed towards Mr. Song.

Mr. Song's eyes widened, he clenched his fists with both hands, and waved his fist at Yun Xing, who was rushing towards him.

"Hoo", a casserole-sized fist swept over Yun Xing's head, and she punched Mr. Song in the stomach.

"Pa", his fist hit Mr. Song's palm. Yunxing withdrew his fist and backed away, looking at him in surprise: "No wonder he has such a bad temper. It turns out there are two brushes. But, this is not enough!"

Before he could finish saying "enough", he rushed forward again, this time punching Mr. Song in the cheek.

Mr. Song protected his head with one hand and made a fist with the other hand to punch Yunxing's chest. It would definitely be uncomfortable if he was hit.

Yunxing suddenly closed his fist and leaned back while kicking out, "Pa", the kick hit Mr. Song's stomach, and he backed away with a groan.

Yunxing put his feet behind him and then kicked them out from the side. With his body flying into the air, his legs were like wooden sticks and he hit Mr. Song on the head.

Mr. Song, who had just stabilized his body, raised his arms and crossed them above his head.

"Pa", his calf hit Mr. Song's arms, and he backed away again.

Yunxing jumped up again on tiptoes, and whipped his leg towards Mr. Song who was still retreating.

"Pa", his calves collided with his arms again. Mr. Song bared his teeth and backed away. Yunxing bounced up after landing and kicked him straight in the chest with his right foot.

President Song stepped back with his right foot and kicked the ground, then swung out his left fist and hit Yunxing's leg. Yunxing withdrew his right leg and kicked out his left foot at the same time, and his fist grazed her pants.

"Bang", his left foot kicked Mr. Song in the stomach, forcing him to retreat again.

Yunxing kicked off his feet and rushed toward Mr. Song again. He hit Mr. Song in the face with his right hook. He hurriedly raised his arm to block. Yunxing withdrew his right fist and uppercut his left fist.

"Pa", Mr. Song tilted his head back and backed away again.

Yunxing jumped up with both feet on the ground, bent his right leg and hit Mr. Song's chest.

"Bang", Mr. Song leaned over and fell.

Yunxing stopped attacking and looked coldly at Mr. Song who was climbing up: "Here, I'll give you a chance to attack and let me see how powerful you are!"

Mr. Song rubbed his chest and shook his head, then moved his chin. "Bah," he spat out a mouthful of blood, and stared at Yunxing with a sinister look: "Okay, I will never let you down!" Before he finished speaking, he clenched his fist and rushed towards him.

Cloud Star.

Yunxing raised his fists and stared sharply at Mr. Song, who was rushing towards him.

"Uh-huh", Mr. Song waved his hand and threw out a handful of dirt: "Go to hell!" He hit Yunxing's head with his left hook.

"Asshole!" Zhang Qi cursed angrily and rushed forward with Wu Dao.

"Wow", dirt and gravel hit Yunxing's arms, chest, mouth and hair. When she realized something was wrong, she immediately backed away, so Mr. Song's fist did not hit her.

"Don't move, I'll do it myself!" Yunxing dodged his attack and ordered Wu Dao and Zhang Qi to stop intervening.

The two stopped at the same time and hid aside to hold off the formation.

Mr. Song's dirty tricks completely angered Yunxing. She took three steps back in a row. When Mr. Song attacked again, she no longer evaded, but slapped his arm away and kicked him in the abdomen.

Mr. Song quickly ducked sideways, but this was just a feint, the real attack lay in her hand.

"Pa", a loud slap sounded, and a star of gold flashed in front of Mr. Song.

"Pah", another loud slap in the face, Mr. Song stumbled back, the two slaps made him dizzy, especially the second slap, his vision went dark and he almost fainted.
Chapter completed!