Sang Tarang didn't even bother to look at Wang Xiaolei. He put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards Zhang Qingcheng.
"You are not allowed to hurt Miss Zhang." Wang Xiaolei gritted his teeth, jumped up from the ground, and stood firmly in front of Sang Tarang.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities." Sang Tarang didn't even stop, and slapped Wang Xiaolei to the ground with one slap.
He walked straight forward again, but only felt his feet sink.
When he looked down, he saw that Wang Xiaolei's eyes were blood red and he was hugging his thigh tightly.
"I promised Mr. Lu that I would not allow anyone to harm Miss Zhang." He hugged Santaro's thigh tightly and shouted loudly, "Miss Zhang, run quickly."
Only then did Zhang Qingcheng react, gritted her teeth, and quickly ran towards the door.
Sang Tarang wanted to pursue him, but his thigh was tightly held by Wang Xiaolei.
His eyes turned cold and he cursed angrily, "Seeking death!"
Sang Tarang waved his hand and patted Wang Xiaolei on the head.
Wang Xiaolei's vision went dark and he fainted, but his hands were still holding the other party's clothes tightly.
Whoosh...
Just when Zhang Qingcheng was about to rush out of the door, he saw two figures blocking him directly.
Zhang Qingcheng took a closer look and saw that it was Feng Tianlin and Gao Hesheng.
Feng Tianlin said with a wicked smile: "Qingcheng, why don't you just be obedient? Why are you resisting Mr. Sang Taro?"
"What? Are you actually working with them?" Zhang Qingcheng blurted out with a look of horror on her face.
"You know too much." Feng Tianlin smiled sinisterly, grabbed Zhang Qingcheng's arm and threw her into the yard.
At this time, Santaro finally broke free, feeling furious in his heart.
He originally thought that as long as he took action, he would be able to do anything, but he didn't expect that he would end up in such a mess.
Fire shot out from his eyes, and he cursed loudly at the injured disciples on the ground, "Anyone who is still alive should get up quickly and show this little bitch some color."
There were no fatal injuries on the bodies of those big men. They simply pulled out the crossbow arrows, applied gold sore medicine, and immediately regained their mobility.
They got up from the ground and rushed towards Zhang Qingcheng with grins.
These big men also had anger in their hearts. They grabbed his hands, grabbed his hair, and pressed his neck, and they quickly controlled Zhang Qingcheng.
They also pushed Zhang Qingcheng to the ground like a prisoner.
Zhang Qingcheng was no match for these big men. After struggling for a long time, he still couldn't break free.
He couldn't help but yell angrily, "You are so lawless and you will be punished sooner or later."
Santaro's eyes were cold and he said angrily: "Kneel down!"
Zhang Qingcheng had a strong temper. With a touch of his silver teeth, he blurted out, "If you die, I can bow to you."
"Seeking death!" Sang Tailang slapped Zhang Qingcheng on the face and said coldly: "Kneel down!"
Zhang Qingcheng held her head high and said angrily: "I won't kneel!"
Feng Tianlin watched with distress, but he pursed his lips tightly, not even daring to fart.
"How dare you speak so harshly?" Sang Tailang completely lost his patience, grabbed Zhang Qingcheng's hair, and slammed him against the wall next to him.
Boom...
Zhang Qingcheng felt a pain in his head and a sudden whirlwind, then his vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.
"It's really boring." Santaro spat fiercely and said to the big men: "Tie him up and take him away.
Soon, Zhang Qingcheng was thrown into the car.
Santaro turned to Feng Tianlin and said, "I heard that people from several cities around Shanghai are competing for the ownership of several territories. Is this true?"
Feng Tianlin quickly replied, "Yes, Mr. Santaro, the big bosses of several cities around Shanghai are currently in an underground fighting gym in the northern suburbs, using black boxing to determine the ownership of some territories."
"Judging from the time, it shouldn't be over yet. I think all those people should be here."
"Very good. Since they are all here, I will go and catch them all." A cold smile appeared on Santaro's face, "This will save me the trouble of looking for them one by one."
Feng Tianlin hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Mr. Santaro, the method they are using now is the result of a game between all parties."
"And it also has the tacit approval of the Martial Arts Guild."
"If you take action suddenly, I'm afraid it will attract the attention of the Martial Arts Guild."
"Wan Haishan, the president of Shanghai Martial Arts Association, is very powerful, I'm afraid..."
"What's there to be afraid of?" Sang Taro glanced at Feng Tianlin and said proudly: "My senior brother Tianlang has already rushed to the Martial Arts Association's main guild to stop Wan Haishan."
"I'm afraid that Wan Haishan won't appear before our end."
Hearing Sang Taro's words, Feng Tianlin couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
President Wan Haishan is said to be a fifth-level innate martial artist. Although he is currently troubled by injuries, he can probably display his strength at the third or fourth level.
This senior brother Tianlang actually dares to stop Wan Haishan. How strong must he be?
As for their master, Yagyu Itto, his strength is even more unfathomable, and he may have reached the legendary master level.
Several people drove away. Wang Xiaolei, who was already unconscious, slowly opened his eyes. He tried hard to take out his mobile phone and pressed a number...
Minos Grand Hotel.
At this time, Lu Chen, Ye Jia and others had been drinking for three rounds and were talking when suddenly they heard their cell phones ringing.
Lu Chen lowered his head and saw that it was Wang Xiaolei calling. A bad feeling came over him, and he quickly answered the phone.
"Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, Miss Zhang was taken away." Wang Xiaolei's deep voice came from the phone.
"What?" Lu Chen's heart tightened, his hand shook slightly, and the cup in his hand was crushed to pieces in an instant.
Lu Chen suppressed the anger in his heart and asked anxiously, "Where are they now? How are you doing now?"
Wang Xiaolei said in a weak voice: "I installed a tracker on the car while they were not paying attention, and I will send you the location later."
"I'm okay for the time being. Mr. Lu should hurry up and rescue Miss Zhang."
"By the way, Mr. Lu, you must be careful, the other party is an innate martial artist."
The phone was hung up, and a positioning information was sent. The flashing light spot on it was still moving.
Lu Chen's heart bleeds at the thought of Zhang Qingcheng being arrested.
He forced himself to calm down and quickly said to Ye Liuyun: "Mr. Ye, something happened at home. Please help me arrange a high-performance car. I have to rush back as quickly as possible."
"What? Something happened at Mr. Ye's house?" Ye Liuyun and Ye Yingming looked at each other and said quickly: "It's the evening rush hour, and the flow of people is huge."
"And the provincial capital is hundreds of kilometers away from Shanghai, so it's too late to drive back."