Following Zhang Renkui's orders, Laifu was about to look for Han Baihang. After searching for a long time, he found no one. When he asked the soldiers under his command, no one knew. For a moment, Han Baihang seemed to have disappeared.
In desperation, Laifu had no choice but to report back to Zhang Renkui. Upon hearing this, Zhang Renkui frowned and said in a deep voice: "Send a few more people to look for it."
Huang Jinrong saw that Zhang Renkui seemed to be a little restless, so he approached him and said attentively: "Master, why do you look so ugly? Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you go to the back room."
"My old man is still strong and strong. Don't talk nonsense and watch the show for me."
Huang Huangrong originally wanted to be courteous, but he didn't expect to hit a snag. He cursed in his heart: "You old thing." He looked towards the stage with a happy smile still on his face.
Zhang Xueliang also noticed that something was wrong with Zhang Renkui. He suddenly stood up and said to Zhang Renkui: "Old man, my bodyguard hasn't been back for a long time. I'll go down and take a look first."
After saying that and about to leave, Zhang Renkui grabbed Zhang Xueliang and said: "I'm afraid I won't return it to the doctor at my house. Relax, relax, sit down and watch the show."
Despite Zhang Renkui's age, his hands were quite strong. Zhang Xueliang struggled twice but couldn't break free. In full view of the crowd, he couldn't do anything. He could only sit down obediently, but his butt felt like needles pricking him, making him restless.
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A big drama was going on here. Han Baihang accidentally saw the black shadow and went to chase it. However, the Zhang family was too big. After a few turns, not only did the black shadow disappear, but he himself was also lost.
After walking around the courtyard for a few times, Han Baihang suddenly heard the sound of conversation coming from the backyard. He took two quick steps and the sound got louder, but it turned out that two Japanese people were sitting at the table talking.
Han Baihang was shocked and thought to himself: "Why are there Japanese in Zhang Renkui's house?" He hurriedly hid himself in the bushes nearby.
As soon as he stepped into the bushes, Han Baihang felt something cold and sharp pressing against his lower back.
"If you don't want to die, just shut up."
Han Baihang didn't expect that the person he had been looking for for so long would meet him in this way. A wry smile appeared on his lips, and he said without moving: "Miss, I don't mean any harm, can you..."
Before he finished speaking, a soft palm covered his mouth. A pair of small, boneless hands exuded a faint fragrance, which made Han Baihang lose his mind for a moment, forgetting that his life was in the hands of others.
At this time, Laifu walked past the two people on the path and walked up to the two Japanese people to say a few words. Then the two Japanese people stood up and followed Laifu into a guest room.
After settling the two Japanese, Laifu hurriedly walked outside and bumped into two servants.
The Rifle was covered with a layer of frost and asked, "Have you found it?"
The servant shook his head, Laifu beat his palms and said angrily: "Look for it again!"
The few people dispersed, and the small courtyard became silent for a while. As soon as the three people left the courtyard, Han Baihang suddenly opened his mouth and bit the woman.
The woman's palm hurt, and when the dagger in her right hand was about to be thrust forward, Han Baihang twisted his waist and dodged, leaving only a hole in his clothes.
Han Baihang suddenly turned around, grabbed the woman's wrist, removed the dagger from her hand, strangled the woman's neck with his other hand and asked, "Who are you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Baihang felt a cold sensation on his crotch. He quickly let go of the woman and jumped back, avoiding the woman's fatal kick.
The woman jumped up from the ground and was about to run away. Han Baihang blocked the woman's path and shouted: "Who sent you and what are you going to do?"
The woman didn't answer, but took out a short knife from behind and slashed Han Baihang in the face.
"You are japanese?!"
From the knife in the woman's hand, he roughly judged the woman's identity. But since she was Japanese and Zhang Renkui was related to the Japanese, what did she want to do secretly?
And judging from her actions, it seems that Zhang Renkui doesn't know that there is such a person in his house.
Even though he had thousands of doubts, Han Baihang could only suppress them in his heart and concentrate on avoiding the knife in the woman's hand.
With his feet exerting force, Han Baihang suddenly jumped back, and the woman's knife instantly struck the air. As soon as Han Baihang landed, a gust of wind hit his legs and went straight to his chest. Han Baihang crossed his hands in front of his chest, blocking it with dangerous risks.
The woman's legs are like sharp swords.
Han Baihang felt pain in his arm like needles, his fingertips were trembling, and a bright red mark suddenly appeared where the woman kicked him.
Before he could take a breath, the knife in the woman's hand stabbed his ear from the left again. Han Baihang made a low sound, and the sharp blade grazed the tip of his hair.
The woman rubbed her body, and the two of them formed a ball. The two figures suddenly separated and merged. One relied on the sharp weapon and was not merciful at all times, while the other relied on the exquisite boxing skills to find a glimmer of hope in the cracks.
The two fought for dozens of moves, but Han Baihang suddenly revealed a flaw. A light flashed in the woman's eyes, and she straightened her dagger and pierced Han Baihang's heart.
As soon as the dagger reached halfway, Han Baihang turned sideways, flipped his wrist, clasped the woman's elbow, and pulled the woman staggered with force. The woman's center of gravity was frustrated, and she fell towards Han Baihang's arms.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Baihang lifted the woman's elbow, turned his palm up and hit the woman's chin with his palm. He punched the woman in the middle of the chest with a horse step, and felt a soft touch from the tip of his fist.
Han Baihang blew his fist and said with a smile: "The capital is quite rich. Tell me, who sent you?"
The woman lay on the ground coughing up blood. Her black face towel was dyed blood red. Her eyes looked at Han Baihang with hatred and she said, "Who are you and why are you helping them?"
Han Baihang smiled, walked up to the woman, looked down at her and said, "You should understand first that you are the one being captured. So you'd better answer me first, otherwise, I will strip you naked and throw you on the street.
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The woman suddenly grabbed her clothes and cursed: "You...you are shameless!"
Han Baihang bowed his head and said proudly: "If you don't cooperate, you will find that the shameless one is still behind."
The woman pulled her clothes, took two steps back, and said warily: "What do you want to know?"
"What's your name?" Han Baihang had just finished asking when a burst of noise came from behind. Without any time to hesitate, Han Baihang picked up the woman and hid in the bushes.
As soon as the two of them hid themselves, a dozen servants rushed out with weapons. Laifu glanced at it, picked up the dagger that fell on the ground, examined it, frowned and said, "Find it for me!"
Everyone dispersed in a hurry, and Han Baihang breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and was about to say something, but he accidentally bumped into something soft.
The two looked at each other and were stunned for a moment.