Just then...

"Ah—bang!"

A harsh scream came from the mouth of the fourth brother, followed by the strong and strong fourth brother, who flew out of Kang Ning five steps away, fell heavily to the ground, splashing a burst of dust. After the fourth brother fell to the ground, he covered his lower body with his hands tightly, curling his body violently and rolling around, as if he could not catch it in one breath.

After Kang Ning suddenly exerted force and kicked the fourth brother away, he turned around and rolled in front of Chen Junhua. He half-kneeled and issued a rapid "collapse punch" to the stunned Chen Junhua. With a "bang", he beat Chen Junhua to his feet off the ground and flew backwards three meters away.

Kang Ning didn't look at him, and quickly stood up and approached Lan Tao, who was taking out his pistol while retreating. He stepped on his body and his hands were ringing in an instant and wrapped around Lan Tao's hand. He used force to twist Lan Tao's elbow joint, sank his right shoulder, and hit Lan Tao's jaw hard on Lan Tao's jaw, knocking the strong Lan Tao out two meters away, and then hit the trunk of the big banyan tree hard, then stopped.

Corning turned and looked at Xiao Lu not far away with vigilantly. Xiao Lu was holding a heavy piece of concrete fragment and stayed motionless five meters away. He was obviously frightened by Corning's series of rapid and vicious counterattacks. He never dreamed that Corning, who seemed dying, could stand up again and beat all three big men in less than ten seconds without any power to fight back.

Looking at Kang Ning, whose face was bloody, Xiao Lu trembled all over, and loosened his hands, and heavy concrete blocks hit his left foot heavily. After a wail, Xiao Lu rolled to the ground with his feet in his arms, and cried and begged: "Please don't kill me, it's all Lan Tao and our director who asked me to do it. Please don't kill me... Please... Wow--"

Kang Ning took a heavy breath and slapped Xiao Lu's face and made a crisp sound: "Say, did you kill Zhen Qian?" Then another crisp slap.

"It's not my business... Stop hitting, please stop hitting... Our director forced me to do it..." Xiao Lu buried his face tightly in his chest, rolled it into a ball, and cried loudly at the top of his lungs.

Corning finally knew the conspiracy! He spitted out a mouthful of blood and phlegm with contempt, then stood up, walked towards the coma fourth brother, leaned over to touch his pulse, then untied his belt, and tied it tightly. After checking the firmness of the binding, Corning walked to Chen Junhua who was still rolling, squatted down, and tied it back with his belt. Seeing the holster falling beside Chen Junhua and the pistol inside, Corning suddenly woke up, took back his hand, and carefully kicked the pistol to the open space on the side. Corning guessed that Chen Junhua could not find a woman in his life.

After glanced around, Corning found that Lan Tao was still standing there motionlessly against the tree, and his anger rose again. He couldn't think of what caused the mayor's son to revenge on him, so that he made him come forward and question: "Say, how did I offend you? Ah? Why did you kill me? Say!"

"If you don't say it, don't blame me for being rude!"

After saying that, Kang Ning clenched his fists. Just as he was about to punch, he suddenly noticed the abnormality of Lan Tao's eyes. Kang Ning tightened his heart, stepped forward half a step, and looked closer. He saw Lan Tao's eyes staring upward like a dead fish, his thick big lips had been distorted, and his purple tongue stretched out half of his mouth.

In shock, Kang Ning took a big step back and stepped forward again to observe the morning light. Finally, he found that Lan Tao's back of his head was close to the big tree, and a large iron nail had already penetrated into Lan Tao's back of his head.

Corning stood there at a loss, and did not wake up until several vegetable farmers who were rushing to the morning market appeared. Corning touched his trouser belt and found that his cell phone was nowhere to go. He quickly untied his cell phone from Lan Tao's belt and pressed three numbers heavily: 110.

"Is 110? My name is Kang Ning, and I was kidnapped to Qingshan Xinyuan Road... Yes, it is the residential area under development... That's right, the people who kidnapped me were subdued by me, including Chen Junhua, the director of Hubin Police Station, and..."

"Wait, who are you talking about?" The female policeman finally lost her elegant temperament and became anxious.

Kang Ning swallowed his throat hard and replied: "Chen Junhua! Chen Junhua, the director of Hubin Police Station, also a policeman named Lu, the other two were named Lan Tao, and the other one I don't know!"

The receptionist was obviously stunned and was silent for a while before he anxiously told Corning: "You are waiting at the scene and don't go anywhere, we will arrive soon."

Corning looked at the phone that had been hung up in his hand and sighed softly. When he looked up, he realized that there were already a circle of people around the tree, and everyone stared at him with horror. Corning didn't realize that his face was covered with blood, burning eyebrows and hair, and raised his head to shout to the citizens around him: "Everyone, please don't step into the shade of the tree, the police will arrive soon."

The crowd gathered more and more, and the exclamations and questions were heard, and all kinds of rumors were heard. An old farmer selling vegetables in the front row mustered up the courage to ask Kang Ning: "Young man, I heard the screams early in the morning. I know what might have happened. Are you a policeman? Why did you beat me like this?"

Corning tried to squeeze out a smile: "Uncle, I am not a policeman, I am a doctor from the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical College. My name is Corning, and I was kidnapped here by these people."

There was a burst of exclamation in the crowd, and many people felt incredible. Looking at the three people tied up by Corning on the ground and the terrifying Lan Tao hanging on the trunk of the tree, some people said, "That man was dead and stuck on the nails where Wang Laoliu shaves his head and hangs a mirror." Some people said, "This young man is very injured." Many people pointed to the two pistols on the ground and asked their questions. Finally, they turned their eyes to Corning, who was sitting on the sidewalk in confusion. The entire dark circle was bustling with discussions.

At this time, an eight- or nine-year-old beggar pointed at Corning and said, "What this uncle said is true. I saw it. I was sleeping behind the chicken cage at that time."

Everyone looked in the direction of the little beggar's finger. Sure enough, there was a row of chicken cages made of bamboo by chicken dealers on the wall. Several people around the little beggar asked him for details.

The little beggar waved his hand impatiently, pointed at it and said, "Don't ask, don't ask, the four people drove this car, dragged the uncle down, kicked and beat him, the one under the tree used a lighter to burn the uncle's face, and even smashed the uncle's legs with a stone. This uncle is so frightening. After waking up, he knocked down all the bad guys. I can't see how my uncle beat him... I also heard that little man say he was forced by the director... I don't know anything else."

Hearing a shrill sirens, the little beggar hurried into the cracks and disappeared in an instant.

Kang Ning, who stood up, suddenly realized that he had lost an important witness and rushed out of the crowd and looked for the trace of the little beggar. However, it was too late. More than ten police cars surrounded the scene. Four tall policemen had blocked Kang Ning, grabbed his hands and took it to the police car and closed the door. After a middle-aged policeman asked Corning about the incident briefly, he ordered his subordinates to handcuff Corning and immediately sent it to the nearest Chengnan Branch to wait for processing.

Corning yelled at the back of the departing policeman: "Police Officer, listen to me, a little beggar saw everything that happened last night, he was nearby, you want to find him!"

The middle-aged police officer turned back and asked sternly: "How old is the little beggar? What does he look like?"

"About eight or nine years old, he is a little boy, his face is covered with dirt and can't see clearly... By the way, he is carrying an old military shoulder bag, which is very torn." Corning tried hard to remember the appearance of the little beggar and answered one by one.

The police officer made a gesture to the driver, and the police car then rang out the sirens and drove towards the city.
Chapter completed!