After leaving the Qin Group, Yang Ling drove straight to Yushan Restaurant.
The Qin Group has many businesses, and as the chairman of the Qin Group, Yang Ling naturally has a lot to do. The reports from various departments alone are enough to give him a headache. Fortunately, the disagreement between him and Qin Yi is only superficial.
, secretly, Qin Yi helped him a lot.
This also made Yang Ling understand even more that he was not the material.
Let him manage the Qin Group. Even if there will be no problems in the Qin Group, he himself will be suffocated to death sooner or later.
He likes freedom and undiscipline, and this kind of restricted life is not suitable for him.
On the way, Yang Ling looked in the rearview mirror and frowned slightly.
The car had been following him since he left the Qin Group Building.
Coincidence?
A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Ling's mouth. At the intersection, he suddenly turned and drove away at high speed. However, the vehicle behind him also followed him and illegally rushed into the left turn lane.
It seemed that it was really coming for him. Yang Ling pouted.
But, I don’t know who these people are. Yuan Xiang’s people? Or Meng Jianyun’s people?
Yang Ling changed direction and went straight to a park.
The lights are dim and there are few people around.
After stopping the car, Yang Ling opened the car door and walked out. He glanced at the cars behind him and smiled mischievously. Then, Yang Ling turned around and walked into the park.
Walking straight to the depths of the park, Yang Ling stopped. The surrounding area was deserted.
It's quiet, it's a bit scary.
"You've been following me for so long, come out." Yang Ling said calmly.
While talking, Yang Ling turned around.
Suddenly, he saw two young men standing behind him. One of them, Yang Ling knew, was the swordsman who followed Meng Jianyun that night.
Meng Jianyun really took action. Yang Ling was slightly startled. He really didn't expect Meng Jianyun to be so bold. He thought that even if Meng Jianyun wanted to deal with him, he should at least slow down for a while, right?
"Who are you?" Yang Ling asked.
The two looked at each other, as if they didn't quite understand what Yang Ling said.
"Not Chinese?" Yang Ling was stunned. Then, Yang Ling asked again in English.
One of the men chattered a lot.
Islander? Yang Ling frowned slightly.
"Are you from Meng Jianyun?" Yang Ling asked in Japanese.
The other party was stunned for a moment, as if he was surprised that Yang Ling actually understood Japanese.
In fact, it’s not just Japanese. Yang Ling is familiar with conversations in Chinese, Russian, English, Japanese, and Korean. Even the leaders in the army were amazed by his language talent.
"Why do you need to know so much when you are about to die?" one of the men sneered.
"I'm afraid it's not that easy to kill me, right?" Yang Ling smiled indifferently, "If you tell me who your boss is, maybe I can let you live. Otherwise, there is only a dead end."
"idiot!"
A man shouted and rushed towards Yang Ling brandishing a dagger.
Another person was attacking from the other direction almost at the same time.
The speed is as fast as lightning, and you can arrive in the blink of an eye.
Master.
Yang Ling secretly praised.
Under the moonlight, the dagger exuded a cold light, drew a graceful arc, and stabbed Yang Ling's chest.
The attack was ruthless and deadly, and there was no doubt that he did not want to give Yang Ling any chance of survival.
It's a pity that they thought too highly of themselves and underestimated Yang Ling too much. As the world-famous Dragon King, Yang Ling's fighting skills rarely had any rivals.
Yang Ling dwarfed his body, swept his legs, and knocked down one person directly.
Fang's body tilted, and before he fell to the ground, Yang Ling kicked him hard in the abdomen. Suddenly, he heard a wailing cry from the other party, and he flew sideways and fell heavily to the ground.
The force of this kick was not light, it directly broke several of the opponent's ribs.
The other party spit out a mouthful of blood and tried to get up with support. However, the pain from the broken ribs prevented him from getting up at all.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Ling quickly reached out with his right hand, used a grappling hand, and directly strangled the other person's wrist. He pulled him into his arms and hit the other person's elbow hard with his left arm.
"Card!"
There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and the other party let out a scream.
The corners of Yang Ling's mouth raised slightly, with an evil smile, and he kicked out, hitting the opponent's knee hard.
There was another crisp sound of bones breaking, which seemed particularly clear in this silent night.
An arm and a leg were severed, and the opponent staggered and fell to the ground.
The two of them looked at Yang Ling in horror, their eyes full of fear and horror. How could they have imagined that Yang Ling's skills were so amazing? With the combined strength of the two of them, Yang Ling could not survive a hundred moves, but Yang Ling, however
It was unscathed.
"Do you still want to kill me now?" Yang Ling smiled slightly, saying that humans and animals are harmless.
But that smile made them grit their teeth.
This is obviously ridicule.
"I'll give you another chance. Tell me, who ordered you? Who is your boss?" Yang Ling asked coldly.
"Don't ask any more questions. If you want to kill him, kill him. We won't tell you." A man said proudly.
Even though he was in such a predicament, his face was still filled with pride.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Ling's mouth, and he said: "Want to die? It's not that easy. You don't have to tell me, why don't we take a gamble and see if I can get you to tell the truth."
After saying that, Yang Ling took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhao Yiran's number, asking him to drive a van over.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Ling had a plan on his mind.
Maybe, this is a rare opportunity.
Not long after, Zhao Yiran hurried over. Seeing the two strange men lying on the ground, he couldn't help but be slightly startled and asked in surprise: "Mr. Yang, are they...?"
"They are Meng Jianyun's people, the Japanese devils." Yang Ling said, "You take them back, no matter what means you use, you must make them tell everything they know, without leaving a trace. Before that, don't let them
died."
"Yes." Zhao Yiran responded.
After waving his hand, Zhao Yiran ordered someone to escort the two men into the car.
"Also, help me spread the news and say that I was seriously injured and hospitalized and unconscious. Find a familiar private hospital and never let anyone know that I am fine," Yang Ling said.
"What are you...?" Zhao Yiran asked curiously.
"I want to draw out all those ghosts. If I were not hospitalized, how could those people jump out on their own initiative? However, the most important thing about this matter is to keep it secret, and not a single word should be leaked out." Yang Ling warned.
After thinking about it, Zhao Yiran said firmly: "Leave this matter to me and I will figure out a solution, no problem."
Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction and said, "Let's go, arrange for me to go to the hospital."
If those people who were ready to act knew that they were in the hospital and in danger, they would definitely take action, right? Whether it was Meng Jianyun or someone from the Qin family.
Alarm the snakes, make them jump out, and then catch them all.
Thinking of this, Yang Ling couldn't help but smile.