In the police station, Xue Bing sent Yang Ling to the detention room. She was filled with guilt and self-blame, feeling as if she could do nothing to help him. She had always had a hot temper, but she became as docile as a kitten in front of Yang Ling.
Usually, even she herself can't figure out why she lost herself.
"I've wronged you." Xue Bing glanced at him apologetically and said, "If you need anything, just call me. I'll be on duty tonight."
Originally, she was not on duty, but because of Yang Ling, she changed her shift with her colleagues because she was worried about what might happen in the detention room.
"Okay." Yang Ling nodded and walked in.
Xue Bing closed the door of the detention room, glanced at him reluctantly, and turned to leave.
The two scar-faced men came up quickly, and the bald man among them smiled shyly and said: "Boss, I saw something wrong with the way the policewoman looked at you. Is she interested in you? That's cool.
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While talking, the bald man gave a thumbs up with an envious look on his face.
"Does it have anything to do with you?" Yang Ling glared at him fiercely, then looked thoughtfully at the direction Xue Bing left.
The bald man smiled coquettishly, quickly took out the cigarette and handed it over, "You were gone for so long just now, I thought they let you go."
"Boss, I think those police officers seem to respect you quite a bit. What do you do?" the tattooed man asked.
"Why are you asking so many questions? Get out of my way and don't hinder me from resting." Yang Ling waved his hand and motioned for them to go away impatiently.
Immediately, he lay down on his side, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
The two of them did not dare to say anything, remained silent, and obediently stepped aside.
All this happened so suddenly that Yang Ling was indeed caught off guard. Before he was fully prepared, Feng Qiusong launched a surprise attack, so that now Fengyun Group has all fallen into Feng Qiusong's hands.
However, as the Dragon King of the Hidden Dragon Special Operations Team, Yang Ling's response to emergencies is unparalleled.
Everything has been arranged, it just depends on who can have the last laugh.
Man is determined to defeat God. Yang Ling does not believe in fate. He firmly believes that my fate is determined by me and not by God.
Unknowingly, Yang Ling fell into a deep sleep.
The detention room was quiet except for the snoring of the two scarred faces.
The thin man who had been huddled in the corner slowly raised his head with blazing eyes. He turned his head and looked at the two scarred faces. Hearing their snoring, the corner of the thin man's mouth curled up into a slight sneer. Then, slowly,
He stood up and walked quietly to Yang Ling's side.
Looking at the sleeping Yang Ling, the thin man slowly pulled out a thin steel wire from the waistband of his trousers. It was obvious that he had been prepared for this.
Without any hesitation, the thin man suddenly strangled the wire around Yang Ling's neck.
Suddenly, Yang Ling opened her eyes.
The sudden movement startled him, and the movements of his hands obviously paused for a moment.
Yang Ling jumped up and punched him hard.
The thin man quickly dodged and jumped away, and at the same time attacked Yang Ling. His moves were domineering and fierce, and each move was deadly.
"Who are you? Who sent you here?" Yang Ling frowned and asked.
If it wasn't arranged by someone, why would a stranger kill him? There is no doubt that the other party's entry into the detention room was a deliberate arrangement, with the purpose of assassinating Yang Ling.
The slender man didn't say a word and just attacked blindly. His movements were as fast as lightning, one move after another, just like the waves of the Yangtze River, layer upon layer.
The sound woke up the sleeping bald man and the tattooed man.
Seeing them fighting together, the two of them couldn't help but be shocked. They remembered that they had humiliated the thin man when he first entered the detention room, and they couldn't help but feel chills. If they had done it at that time, I'm afraid they would have suffered a lot again, right?
A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Ling's mouth, and he suddenly stepped forward, struck straight in with a single sword, and struck the opponent's chest with a heavy punch. A crisp sound of bones breaking was heard, and the thin man grunted, flew backwards, and hit hard.
on the wall.
Without the slightest pause, Yang Ling leaned forward and pressed hard on the opponent's weak point with one finger.
Although it did not kill the other party, it caused the other party to immediately lose their fighting ability and fall limply to the ground.
"Let me ask you, who instigated you?" Yang Ling asked.
The thin man snorted coldly and kept silent.
The bald man and the tattooed man came over quickly.
"Boss, you don't need to talk nonsense with this kind of person, just hit him until he talks." The bald man said.
"Yes, leave it to us, we will definitely hit him." The tattooed man quickly agreed.
Beating up a drowned dog is their favorite thing.
If it was Yang Ling who fell at this time, I'm afraid they would do the same thing.
Yang Ling nodded silently without speaking, acquiescing to their suggestions.
The two of them stepped forward to please each other, punching and kicking the thin man.
The tiger was bullied by the dog. Normally, they wouldn't even be able to get close to him. The thin man put his head in his hands and didn't even bark.
"Huh? You have a pretty tough mouth. I'll see how long you can handle it."
In order to please Yang Ling, the bald man was naturally cruel and merciless.
"Are you mute? Will it kill you if you say anything?" The tattooed man said angrily, and while saying this, he kicked the thin man in the head.
There was a "bang" sound, hitting him right in the head.
The thin man groaned, rolled to the side, spit out a drop of blood from his mouth, looked up at them, the murderous intent in his eyes made people shudder.
The bald man and the tattooed man were startled and stopped unconsciously.
"You idiot, what are you looking at? What if you don't accept it?" The bald man, with Yang Ling's backing, was naturally fearless and kicked him hard.
The loud noise alerted the police on duty, who quickly ran over. Seeing the situation in the detention room, they shouted: "Stop, stop it."
Then, he quickly called into the intercom: "Captain Xue, come quickly, come to the detention room, something happened."
"Did you hear that? I told you to stop," the policeman shouted at the bald man and the tattooed man.
But the two of them seemed to have no intention of stopping.
"Stop." Yang Ling said lightly, and then the two of them stopped.
"Comrade police, we are masturbating, this is none of our business," the bald man said.
"I didn't ask you, don't talk nonsense." The policeman glared at him fiercely. Then, he looked at the thin man and asked: "How are you? Are you okay?"
The thin man stood up with support, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said nothing. Then, he turned to look at the bald man and the tattooed man, and said in a cold voice: "It's best not to let me have a chance.
Otherwise, I will kill you."
The cold voice was like the voice of Shura coming from the Nine Nether Hell, making them shiver and shudder.