40 minutes later, on the outskirts of the city, in a place called Hua County, there was a ruined building.
As a BMW car slowly came in, I saw Artai, a young man with a warrior haircut. He had already received orders from Chen Tao and brought people here to wait.
"Brother Tai."
Ma Xin came down and greeted Artest politely.
The two men brought up the crying Xiaoxiao and handed it over to Atai's men. They said with a smile: "Since Mr. Chen has told you, we will withdraw first."
Artest nodded. He continued to sit there, wiping a samurai sword on his hand with a towel. His men took Feng Le'an's daughter in and tied her little hands with a rope. When she saw her crying, he used tape to tape her little mouth.
Only then did the annoying crying stop.
The two subordinates who are not Chinese are from Southeast Asia like Artest, and they look like ruthless characters at first glance.
Last night, Chen Tao asked Atai and the others to go to Huadu. He wanted to find a chance to destroy Wan Yunting, but he never found the chance. Today, the Feng Le'an incident happened again, so Chen Tao asked them to do it.
Ma Xin took two of his men and drove back to the city. However, as soon as he drove off the main road, he passed by a silver Toyota car. He immediately shouted: "Stop, stop, stop..."
His men quickly parked the car. Ma Xin turned to look at the silver car that turned into the dirt road and entered the ruined building. He was surprised: "Wan Yunting's car, is that kid chasing you?"
Ma Xin immediately took out his mobile phone and called Chen Tao: "Mr. Chen, sorry, I just saw Wan Yunting's car. He really wants to know Brother Tai's location!"
Chen Tao, who was in the office, glared and said angrily: "Ma Xin, what do you do for food? I asked you to catch a child, and you have so many things to do. Are you sure it's Wan Yunting?"
"It's his second brother's car, it should be him!" Ma Xin said aggrievedly.
"I understand, you come back first."
Chen Tao hung up the phone directly, his sinister eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses narrowed slightly. Since Wan Yunting chased after him, he might as well let Artest deal with that kid directly!
With that said, he called Artest: "Artest, your target is heading towards you, you took him!"
"clear."
Artest, who was holding a samurai sword in his hand, shot two rays of light from his fierce eyes. Sitting on the roof of a three-story abandoned building, he also saw a silver car driving towards this direction. It was Wan Yunting and Feng Le'an.
According to his daughter's positioning of the watch, it has stopped at the front position.
"Yunting, should we call the police and wait for the police to come?" Feng Le'an was worried.
"Well, hasn't Dean He already called the police and told them to come to a safe place?" Wan Yunting nodded, and now it was all up to Feng Le'an to insist that it was Chen Tao's people who captured his daughter.
But Malaysia and Singapore deny it, so I’m not sure if it’s true!
It's possible that Feng Le'an's daughter was really kidnapped by some human trafficker.
After calling back and informing them of the situation, Wan Yunting drove up to the gate of the abandoned building. Looking at the abandoned building, he estimated that it had been abandoned for seven or eight years.
Wan Yunting stopped the car and determined the location of Feng Le'an's daughter. She was inside an abandoned building, so he planned to wait for the police to arrive before going in together.
"Um!"
However, Wan Yunting's sharp eyes immediately saw a man standing on the roof of a three-story abandoned building wearing a black leather jacket, a samurai haircut, dark skin, and a pair of cruel eyes that impressed people, and he immediately recognized him.
Last night, I met one of Chen Tao's subordinates at his private villa.
"Le'an, I can now confirm that it was Chen Tao and others who captured your daughter!" Wan Yunting narrowed his eyes and said calmly.
Feng Le'an was stunned and asked: "How do you know?"
"Did you see that person?"
Wan Yunting pointed to the rooftop in the distance and looked at the man on his side, "He is Chen Tao's subordinate!"
Feng Le'an saw it, but Artai was waving, and two of his men immediately brought Xiaoxiao over, waved to Wan Yunting and the others, and signaled to them to come over, or else they would kill Xiaoxiao.
"Little..."
Feng Le'an lost control and yelled, and got out of the car immediately. Wan Yunting also quickly got out of the car and went up to hold him. Looking at the man waving for him to go in, he said to Feng Le'an: "Don't be anxious. In this case, you stay here first and I'll go in."
have a look."
"But…"
"Don't worry, I won't let them hurt your daughter!" Wan Yunting said firmly with confident eyes.
"Okay, I'll wait here for the police to come." Feng Le'an nodded and chose to believe Wan Yunting.
So Wan Yunting walked into the ruined building alone, while Feng Lean stayed there and took out his mobile phone to call and urge the police to come quickly...
Wan Yunting walked up to the top of the abandoned building alone and looked at the three men. His appearance showed that they were not Chinese.
Especially the one with the samurai head, a samurai sword in his hand, and a ruthless look in his eyes. It can be seen that he must be a ruthless person who is responsible for several lives!
"Can you speak Chinese?"
Wan Yunting looked calm and asked first.
Artest nodded, staring at Wan Yunting like a falcon with fierce eyes, and said: "The boss said you are good at fighting. If you can survive my knife, I will let that little girl go!"
Listening to his broken Chinese dialect, Wan Yunting raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll fight you."
Artest was very satisfied that Wan Yunting understood what was going on, so he asked his two men to step aside first. He took five steps forward, keeping ten steps away from Wan Yunting, and the two stopped talking.
Watching Artest raise the samurai sword in his hand, holding the handle in his right hand and unsheathing it, the blade reflected his fierce gaze, Wan Yunting's expression remained calm and composed, but he knew that the man in front of him was definitely a master.
As the scabbard fell to the ground, Artest glared fiercely. He turned into an afterimage and instantly appeared in front of Wan Yunting. The samurai sword in his hand cut through the air, and a crisp sound of the sword resounded...
However, Wan Yunting, who had already judged the trajectory of Artest's sword, leaned back, and the samurai sword fell from in front of him.
Artai's eyes widened, as if he didn't expect that he could dodge his own sword, but he reacted instantly. He turned the samurai sword in his hand, and the shimmering blade reflected Wan Yunting's shadow, and swept the sword towards his waist.
Wan Yunting kicked off his right foot and flew back two meters in the air. He put some distance between him and Artest. He chuckled and said, "It's still a little bit short!"
Artai frowned, and the opponent easily dodged his two swords. He knew that he had met his opponent today!
So Artest straightened up, shook hands with both hands, and facing Wan Yunting, he put away his contempt, turned his cruel eyes into a stare, and said: "You go ahead and make a move!"
"Okay, I'll satisfy you."
Wan Yunting nodded and smiled, full of interest, and planned to play with Artest.
So he stepped forward and assumed an attacking posture. Then Wan Yunting's eyes changed, his steps moved like a phantom, and he appeared in front of Artest in an instant. The speed made him terrified, and he immediately slashed out with a knife!
However, Wan Yunting's pace changed, and his body was as flexible as a fish swimming in the water. It was so unpredictable that it was difficult to catch. In the blink of an eye, he dodged Artest's knife...
"Old Ape Hanging Seal!"
The next moment, Wan Yunting took a half-step, raised his hands, and attacked Artest's chin like a lever. His vision went blank, and his chin and neck felt a huge force impact. Before he could
When he was able to react, he tilted his head back and flew backwards, shocking the two men behind him: "Brother Tai..."
Artest was half-kneeling there with his samurai sword on the ground. He held his almost broken neck with his left hand and stared at Wan Yunting in front of him with a cruel look. He had already reserved his hand. If the other party wanted to kill him, I'm afraid his neck would be damaged by now.