Seeing Song Yehan's arrogant look, Ziyi on the side just sneered with disdain.
Her eyes fell on Song Yehan's eyes, which deeply stimulated the latter's glassy heart.
At this moment, he had already made up his mind to play with this beauty after taking care of Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang noticed that Song Yehan's eyes were flicking around Ziyi, and he knew what he was planning, and couldn't help but smile in his heart.
If this guy hadn't done such a great job, he wouldn't mind letting Zi Yi take action.
For the nine-tailed fox, there are countless ways to torture a man.
"I also happen to have itchy hands." Zhang Yang smiled lightly, as if he didn't take Song Yehan seriously.
Such an attitude made Song Yehan, who was already filled with jealousy, go berserk. He could no longer maintain his grace and directly pointed the Bolai Tower in his hand at Zhang Yang.
With a distance of less than ten meters, he was confident enough to kill him with one strike.
What he never expected was that not only did his movements not frighten Zhang Yang, but Zi Yi beside Zhang Yang was also so calm and unhurried.
It was as if what he was playing with was just a toy to scare people.
Song Yehan gritted his teeth and said, "You don't know me? This is a real thing."
"Joke!" Zhang Yang sneered, "Isn't it just an M9? Hold it tight!"
"Oh, you have some eyesight! Then you know its power! Bang!"
"so what?"
"How? It can kill you!"
"Isn't this your first time killing someone?" Zhang Yang smiled.
"Of course!" Song Yehan said sternly, "I won't miss you either!"
"In that case, I have nothing to worry about." Zhang Yang's voice became colder.
In fact, even if Song Yehan kidnapped Lu Mengxuan and threatened him, the crime would not lead to death.
But now, since he admitted that he had a human life on his hands, Zhang Yang felt at ease.
Just think of it as doing justice for heaven and eliminating harm for the people!
"Haha, Mr. Zhang, I know you can fight, and you have many connections in the black and white circles, but I will risk my life tonight." Song Yehan seemed to have fallen into a hysterical state, and his laughter was extremely sharp.
Zhang Yang knew why this guy was so crazy. In addition to the anger accumulated by relying on family power to do whatever he wanted, there was also the addictive drugs that stimulated his nerves.
Indeed, on the surface, he seemed to have the absolute upper hand.
Not only did he pick up the people who were hiding him, but they were all armed with guns and ammunition, and there were also ambushes at several commanding heights.
Each and every one of these people was enveloped in a terrifying murderous aura, and they were all obviously guys who had a life on their hands.
By putting on such a big show, Song Yehan obviously wasn't just trying to scare Zhang Yang.
He himself also believed that he had set up a dragnet that would make it difficult for Zhang Yang to fly.
So, there is a kind of cat and mouse thrill.
However, from the beginning to the end, not only Zhang Yang, but also the purple clothes who came with him looked light and airy, as if they were treating Song Yehan as air, which inevitably made him furious.
As one of the four famous young masters in the capital, when had Song Yehan ever been so angry?
He, Song Yehan, has always been the only one who has always been in trouble and finally given up, taking away the love of others, but now he has lost everything, how can he endure it?!
At the moment, Zi Yi, who came with Zhang Yang, seemed to be superior in both appearance and figure, which deeply stimulated him. Jealousy and anger burned together, and he no longer hesitated, he must get rid of Zhang Yang and then quickly
, and then ravaged his woman.
Of course, Song Yehan grew up in a red family and had been exposed to it since childhood, so he was not a pure idiot.
Before preparing to deal with Zhang Yang, he used the resources at hand to conduct a careful investigation of Zhang Yang.
At first, he didn't think anything was wrong, but as the investigation deepened, he began to feel a little frightened.
Apart from anything else, Zhang Yang's nominal girlfriend Feng Yanran is extraordinary.
He even sent people to the vicinity of Danxia Mountain to inquire about it.
Hearing that Zhang Yang's master was an old god-like figure, he not only did not sneer at him, but felt that he had an extraordinary origin.
But the more this happened, the more proud Song Yehan wanted to have a fight with Zhang Yang.
At this moment, he had the absolute upper hand and looked at Zhang Yang triumphantly, with a condescending expression like a winner.
"Zhang, it's really surprising that you didn't pee your pants in fear. It's such a pity that you lost your life here for a woman!" Song Yehan looked at Zhang Yang playfully, as if he were looking at a dead person.
Regarding Song Yehan's extremely arrogant words, Zhang Yang seemed not to hear him at all, but just stared at the off-road vehicle where Lu Mengxuan was.
Noticing Zhang Yang's eyes, Song Yehan couldn't help but feel shocked.
He didn't understand why Zhang Yang directly determined Lu Mengxuan's location.
Immediately, a bad premonition spread in his heart.
"What did you do to her?!" Zhang Yang said word by word.
"Haha, don't worry, I won't do anything before you come. Now, the performance has just begun!" Song Yehan's eyes were shining with excitement, and his face was distorted by it.
Zhang Yang made him a joke in his circle of friends. He even dared not go back to Beidu. He wanted Zhang Yang to pay a hundred and a thousand times the price.
Unfortunately, after much thought, he had no choice but to target Lu Mengxuan.
As for the sequelae caused by this, it was completely beyond his scope of consideration.
Song Yehan found that Zhang Yang still seemed unmoved, his face was terrifyingly dull, and the thugs around him all had serious expressions, and their wild laughter finally turned into dry laughter.
"How about it, do you feel bad? Please beg me! Kneel down, maybe I will be noble and let her go as long as you save your life."
When Song Yehan said this, he deliberately glanced at Ziyi.
His meaning is very clear. If Zhang Yang can't do it, it means that he is heartless and unjust, and it is not worth Ziyi's risk with him.
Zi Yi was a nine-tailed fox, so she understood the man's thoughts very well, so she sneered and said nothing.
Song Yehan was so angry that he twitched his cheeks, and the anger on his face became even worse.
Zhang Yang shook his head, with a sigh on his face: "I feel distressed, but I am neither afraid nor will I kneel down and beg for mercy. Young Master Song, originally I wanted to give you a chance for the sake of your ancestors.
I escaped unscathed, but now I have changed my mind."
"Haha...haha!" Song Yehan laughed wildly, "You are so confident that I almost believed it. Unfortunately, I have already laid a dragnet here, and you can't break in even if you have countless helpers. Hehe
, today will be your death anniversary next year! I will definitely send a bouquet of flowers to your grave!"
"What a joke, what a dragnet, I think they are all just chickens and dogs, vulnerable to a single blow!"
"Stinky*, what did you say!"
Bang bang bang bang!
With four loud slaps, Song Yehan felt his eyes flashing, and his cheeks immediately became swollen.
"You...I'm going to kill you!" Song Yehan said, spitting out two big teeth...
"You have to have that ability to kill me!" Ziyi raised his eyebrows.
"Come on, get them all on me. Oooh...strip this little girl naked, strip her naked!" Song Yehan almost went berserk.
Immediately, the doors of those sports cars opened, and a group of men in black, armed with live ammunition, came out. They all looked well-trained and seemed to be veterans.
Zi Yi glanced at the wolf fang tattoo on their left hand and said softly: "I wonder how you have such confidence. It turns out that the people from the wolf fang special service team came to cheer you up."
As soon as Zi Yi finished speaking, one of the bald men walked up to Song Yehan and whispered a few words to him.
"Is she one of our own?" So he asked in a fluent voice.
"Hehe, I am not one of you. Didn't the Wolf Fang Special Service Team retire collectively two years ago?"
"Miss, I wonder which group you are in?" the bald man asked respectfully.
Ziyi raised his thumb and made a strange gesture, and the bald man was suddenly shocked.
"What's wrong?" Song Yehan also saw something was wrong and asked immediately.
"Young Master Song, I'm sorry, that's the end of today's affairs!"
"What?! That's it! My uncle didn't ask you to come here just to make fun of me!" Song Yehan said sharply.
Unfortunately, his cheeks were swollen and his speech was poor. Not only did he not have much momentum, but he looked very funny.
"There are people from Langya, retreat with me!" The big man waved his hand, and seven or eight burly men left the scene with a cheer.
"Hmph, let's go! There will be times when you are unlucky! The rest of you will listen to me and do it for me. When you are done, the bonus will be doubled!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the thugs who were stimulated by the bonus rushed out with cheers.
They looked ferocious, brandishing machetes and iron bars with murderous intent.
The one at the front was particularly tall, with a bald head, a beard, and a hideous scar on his cheek.
Song Yehan had seen Zhang Yang's skills a long time ago, so he invited all good players.
The leader is undoubtedly the strongest among the group.
As soon as he appeared, Zhang Yang locked him firmly.
He even guessed that this guy was the culprit who severely damaged Yang Jun.
This person was strong and strong, but his steps were agile. When he rushed over, he breathed calmly, as if he had practiced internal martial arts.
However, Zhang Yang knows that this is a state that can only be achieved by practicing external skills and secret strength.
A fist the size of a bowl roared towards Zhang Yang, drawing a fierce arc and striking down on Zhang Yang's head.
There was also a faint, harsh sound of breaking through the air.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth, his pupils shrank, and even swayed without warning, flying three meters away like lightning.
The ferocious iron fist could only focus on the afterimage left by Zhang Yang's rapid movement.
The target disappeared out of thin air, and the scarred man was shocked for a while.
Unfortunately, he was thrust forward at this moment, and by the time he reacted, he was already unable to stop his momentum. (To be continued)