Han Baihang got up from the ground, and just then Lu Lanchun walked into the room. Looking at the empty room, she couldn't help but open her mouth.
"Go and have a look in Li Si's room." Han Baihang ran to the bed and glanced into the night, but found nothing.
Lu Lanchun reacted after hearing what Han Baihang said, and ran towards Li Si's room in a hurry.
After a while, Lu Lanchun ran back panting, holding on to the door frame and said out of breath: "Li...Li Si is also...also missing."
Han Baihang stood in front of Zhao San's bed. The pillow was cut open and the cotton stuffing inside was spilled all over the bed. Han Baihang opened part of the bed and saw a blood-red cross on the white sheets.
"Huang Huangrong!" Han Baihang looked at the cross in front of him and said through gritted teeth. This was the secret code he and Zhao San had agreed upon. If Huang Huangrong suddenly rebelled and wanted to harm them but was unable to escape, he would leave a cross.
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From this point of view, Zhao San and Li Si must have been captured by Huang Jinrong. But why is he okay? It stands to reason that arresting Han Baihang must have a greater effect than arresting Zhao San and Li Si.
"Did Huang Huangrong bring anyone here when I was in the room this afternoon?" Han Baihang turned to Lu Lanchun and asked.
Lu Lanchun was startled by Han Baihang's ferocious look, and said in shock: "This afternoon, Huang Huangrong led two patrolmen and brought a few pieces of furniture, saying they were here to discuss the next plan."
After hearing this, Han Baihang slammed his fist on the wall and said viciously: "I am so blind that I actually believed him and cooperated with him. Find a safe place to hide!"
After saying that, Han Baihang ran towards the door. Lu Lanchun looked at his back and opened her mouth to stop him: "Wait a minute!"
Han Baihang stood in the corridor and looked back at Lu Lanchun. Lu Lanchun hesitated and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Be careful, I'll wait for you to come back!"
Han Baihang nodded without saying anything and ran towards the outside of the villa. As soon as he stepped out of the door, there was a thunder in the ground, and after the strong wind, heavy rain came as expected.
The only one who can help him now is Wang Qiming. On a rainy night, no one is seen on the street. Even the rickshaw drivers went home early to escape the heavy rain.
Han Baihang wiped the rain off his face, turned around the corner and looked forward. He was stunned for a moment when he saw dozens of men carrying axes walking towards him in neat steps.
"Fuck! Why is it at this time!" Han Baihang cursed in his heart, turned around and ran behind him.
When everyone saw Han Baihang, holding up the ax in his hand, he ignored the heavy rain hitting his face and shouted: "Kill the traitor! Avenge Brother Wang!"
"Kill the traitor! Revenge for Brother Wang!"
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The shout shook the world, covering up the sound of rain falling to the ground, and the rapid and chaotic footsteps chased Han Baihang.
Han Baihang walked through the streets and alleys, but was still unable to shake off the axes that were chasing him. Passing by an alley, Han Baihang didn't care about anything and got into it.
Suddenly, lightning flashed across, and a figure flew down from the wall. Han Baihang was startled, stepped back slightly, and his body suddenly changed from rushing forward to leaping backward.
The moment he landed, a ray of white light struck him from bottom to top. Han Baihang retreated continuously to avoid the killer's sharp sword light.
The two of them stepped back and forward, and slowly left the alley. At this time, the group of Ax Gang disciples behind them had already chased after them.
After the killer forced Han Baihang back with a knife, he took back his knife, stood in the alley, and teased Han Baihang: "It seems that your character is not good, so many people want to kill you!"
Han Baihang replied angrily: "None of your business!"
After saying that, he ran towards the other side of the street. The killer smiled coldly and said, "Don't run away. You'll all die anyway!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the killer jumped slightly and landed in front of Han Baihang. The knife in his hand slashed at Han Baihang's legs.
Han Baihang hurriedly stopped, raised his feet and jumped over the blade. His body rolled in the air and fell behind the killer. He shouted angrily: "I don't have time to play with you, get out of here!"
The killer didn't expect that Han Baihang still had this hand, so he hid in the alley with his hands folded, a sneer on his lips and said to himself: "I want to see where else you can run!"
Han Baihang turned around several streets and finally got rid of the group of people behind him. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was going to submerge the entire city of Shanghai.
Wiping the rain off his face, Han Baihang got out of the trash can, checked the direction, and ran towards Wang Qiming's residence.
Just two steps away, Han Baihang felt a chill on the back of his head. He lowered his head quickly and saw a long, sharp knife grazing the back of his head, slicing off a few long hairs.
Han Baihang rolled forward and looked up to see the annoying killer again, "If the tiger doesn't show off its power, do you really think it's my sick cat?"
The killer held a sword in his arm and teased: "I didn't expect that the dignified Captain Han would even dare to get into the trash can. It's really disrespectful, disrespectful!"
Han Baihang snorted: "I not only dig into trash cans, but I also kill trash!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Baihang shook his arms, stepped forward, and punched towards the killer's face like lightning.
The killer didn't expect that Han Baihang would be injured and still have such strength, so he didn't react for a moment. Han Baihang's fist quickly came to him, and the killer suddenly shrank his neck, making him half shorter.
Han Baihang had never seen such a strange move before. After one punch, he opened his five fingers into claws and grabbed the killer's Tianling Gai.
The killer had already realized how to let Han Baihang succeed. He held the long knife in his hand upside down, put his left hand on the handle of the knife, and the long knife went straight to Han Baihang's wrist.
The snow-white sword light split the raindrops in half, bringing with it a chill.
Before the knife reached his body, Han Baihang felt a chill. He pushed hard with his toes and flew back lightly. His wrists also moved away from the cold light of the knife.
Before Han Baihang landed, the killer's body shrank, his feet were slightly bent, and all his strength was concentrated on his thighs.
Suddenly, the condensed energy was released in an instant, and the killer flew towards Han Baihang like an arrow from a string.
The sharp tip of the knife flashed with a white halo the size of a mung bean. As soon as Han Baihang's toes touched the ground, the tip of the knife had already touched his abdomen.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with droplets of raindrops hanging crystal-clear in the air. Not even a drop of rainwater could be caught on the cold blade, and it slowly stabbed Han Baihang's lower abdomen at a speed visible to the naked eye.