Shang Zhihan kicked the defeated general in front of him hard, his eyes were full of murderous aura, holding the iron rod that he had snatched from the man's hand, and pointing at the person opposite, "It's all one piece, there's no time." ”

The group was instantly enraged, looked at each other, shouted, and ran towards him with iron rods in both hands.

Shang Zhihan's two feet were separated, one in front of the other, one behind the other, maintaining the stability of the body, throwing the iron rod in his left hand into the air, and quickly catching it with his right hand, looking at the person running in front, he smashed it fiercely.

Yu Guang glanced behind him, felt someone coming from behind, stepped on the ground with his left foot, and with a force on his waist, he turned around (身shēn), and kicked his right leg the person's (身shēn).

Before he could react, another person appeared behind him, aiming at his back, using all his strength, smashing the iron rod on his (body shēn) fiercely, Shang Zhihan frowned in pain, gritted his teeth, and immediately turned around and smashed towards his head.

The number of the other party has a great advantage, Shang Zhihan already feels a little strained, his breathing begins to become a little irregular, he is gradually surrounded, (body shēn) has already become blue and purple, but his mind is still thinking about Su Shengsheng's affairs (情qíng), and he can't feel the pain.

He glanced to the left, and saw that the man began to wave his hand and attack him, and he slowly turned the iron rod in his hand with his right hand, ready to strike him down.

However, before he could swing his stick, the man fell straight down.

Xie Tingyun saw that he was in trouble, so he sped up and ran to this side, and when he saw that person wanted to attack, he directly raised his right leg, aimed at the person's head, and made him fall with one leg.

Those people saw that Shang Zhihan was coming as an accomplice, so they gradually divided into two teams and smashed towards Xie Tingyun.

Xie Tingyun slowly took out the hands that were in his pockets, and looked at the group of little Luo Luo in front of him, who usually looked like a docile kitten, but now he looked like a wolf.

He took off his suit (身shēn), slowly put it aside, casually glanced at the people around him, clenched his hands into fists, and directly started the fight.

Shang Zhihan was a little surprised, he didn't expect such a gentle person in Ping (Ri rì), since there is still this side. He looked back at the enemy in front of him, readjusted his posture of holding the stick, and began to attack the person in front of him

He didn't bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead, letting it drip down his cheeks and onto the grass, enduring the pain in his arm, and doing his best.

Xie Tingyun was more than enough in the face of these little guys, flexibly dodging their attacks, and also tidying them up.

With his help, it didn't take long for the group to be resolved, leaving only the last, one person who was afraid to hide at the back of the line.

He nervously held the iron rod in both hands, half-squatting (身shēn) Zizi to save his life, looking at his brother who was beaten and lying on the ground wailing, and raised his head again, in front of him like two hungry wolves, he carefully stepped back, his hands holding the iron rod began to sweat, and his eyes were constantly wandering.

Shang Zhihan looked at this last person and slowly walked towards him, as if there was a ball of anger in his eyes, which could burn him to ashes at once.

Both men began to walk towards him, and the man hurriedly threw away the iron rod, turned around and tried to escape, accidentally tripped over the protruding rhizome of a large tree.

Ignoring the pain, he quickly turned around and saw that the two of them were still walking this way, and his hands supporting his body began to tremble.

Shang Zhihan came to his side, used the iron rod in his hand, pressed down on the body he wanted to escape, and trampled him heavily under his feet.

"Say, who told you to do this?" Shang Zhihan's eyes were so fierce that he didn't dare to look directly, he fell to the ground, stretched out his hands, and wanted to move his feet.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shang Zhihan increased his strength, lowered his (body shēn), stabbed him in the stomach with an iron rod, and glared at him fiercely, "Say!"

The pain was unbearable for the man, and he was trampled so that he couldn't speak, so he could only nod his head again and again.

Shang Zhihan slowly let go of his foot, took the stick off his stomach, put it next to his head, and put his left hand in his pocket, stretching his muscles.

After the man was let go, he quickly gasped, "It's the woman just now, she gave us money and let us drag you down, as long as it takes more than half an hour." ”

Shang Zhihan didn't seem to be satisfied with the answer he gave, and the iron rod moved closer to the direction of his head, and there seemed to be a cold aura in his eyes, so that the person couldn't move.

The man nervously glanced at the stick next to him, several

It's stuck to his head, and if he doesn't tell the truth, it's hard to imagine what will happen to him.

His hands were placed on his legs, and he was constantly trembling slightly, and the upper half (body shēn) did not dare to move at all, for fear that he would accidentally provoke him, and his own life would be in danger.

He swallowed and said, "We don't know what her name is." ”

Before he finished his words, the iron rod in Shang Zhihan's hand was pressed against his face, and he hurriedly said the next sentence, "But I know her license plate number, 3655." He closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look directly at what would happen next, and shouted the most crucial sentence as best he could.

Finally got some news of Su Shengsheng, Shang Zhihan threw down the iron rod in his hand, and began to contact the Su family's manpower.

The stick naturally fell on the person's (body shēn), and he still closed his eyes and breathed in the air, as if he had broken through a ghost gate, and he still had lingering palpitations about Shang Zhihan's appearance (情qíng).

"Check the whereabouts of license plate number 3655 and send it to my mobile phone. ”

In the car, Su Shengsheng was blindfolded, her hands were tied behind (body shēn), and she felt some pain in her head when she moved slightly.

Recalling in the bathroom mirror, she saw a well-dressed person, slowly approaching her with some ill intentions, and before she could react, there was a pain in her erect neck, and she fainted on the ground.

After waking up, Su Shengsheng began to calmly feel the things next to her, she lay there quietly, as if she had touched something above her head, listening to the honking of the car outside, and the sound of the wheels, she guessed that she should be in the car now.

She tried to move her body, but she stopped because she didn't know if there was anyone else around, so she pretended not to wake up.

"The master is really, a little girl can't rest assured. ”

Listening to this voice, Su Shengsheng judged that it should be a middle-aged man (sex xìng), and from the distance, it should be sitting in the driver's seat.

"How can this be an ordinary little girl? She is the next heir of the Su family. ”

The man turned his head and glanced at Su Shengsheng, who was tied up, the corners of his mouth slowly rose, and he thought in his heart: I am afraid that the bounty this time will not be less.