Song Qingshu was stunned at first.
Immediately I remembered Song Hansan’s words.
He suddenly bared his teeth and his face was ferocious.
"Haha, Liu, I'm going to take your life today!"
After saying that, he couldn't wait to go to the woods and punched Liu Lang.
Ye Qiangwei stood in front of Song Qingshu with a single step, raised her long legs, and kicked Song Qingshu away.
Song Qingshu fell to the ground and coughed violently: "Dad, what's going on? Why is it useless?"
Song Hansan was also stunned.
He took out the remaining two syringes and looked at them carefully. After finding no abnormalities, he stepped forward and helped Song Qingshu up: "Son, you shouldn't! This thing works very quickly. I remember..."
But before Song Hansan could finish speaking, Song Qingshu grabbed another needle and stuck it in his neck.
"Dad, I'm going to kill him!"
He rushed towards Liu Lang again.
As a result, before he could reach Liu Lang, he was kicked away by Ye Qiangwei again.
Song Qingshu was about to cry: "Dad, why hasn't it worked yet?"
Song Hansan also sensed something was wrong, so he stabbed himself in the neck.
After a while, there was no response.
"Damn, I was tricked by that old Yin Coin, Wen Denghui!"
He pulled out a pistol from his bag and shot Ye Qiangwei and Liu Lang.
"Be careful!" Liu Lang didn't expect Song Hansan to carry a gun with him and pulled Ye Qiangwei away.
boom!
Accompanied by a gunshot, the building's security guards were quickly alerted.
"Keep Song Qingshu!"
Liu Lang bolted out, wanting to leave Song Hansan behind. Unexpectedly, Song Hansan took out a needle from his bag and stuck it in his neck.
Just a few seconds.
Changes increased sharply.
The blood vessels in Song Hansan's body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not only that, the muscles seemed to have bulged.
Even Song Hansan's speed was much faster than before.
Song Hansan turned around and shot Liu Lang, and at the same time, he ran into Wen Denghui's office.
In the office, Wen Denghui suddenly raised his head and looked at Song Hansan in surprise.
Song Hansan raised his gun and pointed it at Wen Denghui: "How dare you cheat me!"
A shot was fired at Wen Denghui.
When Wen Denghui saw Song Hansan raising his gun, he rolled on the spot and dodged the opponent's shot.
It's too late, it's fast.
Liu Lang also rushed in.
He kicked Song Hansan on the back.
The bullets in Song Han's third pistol had been exhausted, so they simply threw them at Liu Lang.
After Liu Lang dodged, Song Hansan had already rushed towards Liu Lang with a fist.
"Little bastard, I wanted you to live a few more days, but you decided to die on your own!"
At this time, Song Hansan's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he looked extremely terrifying.
Liu Lang found that he had no time to dodge, so he had to raise his arms to block.
boom!
A heavy punch hit Liu Lang's arm.
Liu Lang actually took two steps back.
"What a powerful force!"
Liu Lang exclaimed in his heart.
Song Hansan pushed himself upward again, his fist turned into a claw, and he grabbed Liu Lang's heart.
Liu Lang shook his hands and turned into claws at the same time. One hand swept towards Song Hansan's abdomen, and the other hand clasped the opponent's wrist.
Song Hansan stopped his advancing hand and kicked Liu Lang in the abdomen.
Liu Lang's other hand was like a sharp blade, directly tearing open Song Hansan's abdomen and clothes.
Song Hansan seemed to feel no pain, and the force of his kick suddenly increased.
Liu Lang grabbed Song Hansan's wrist and pulled it in front of him.
Song Hansan lost weight, and the power of that kick was quickly removed.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Liu Lang kicked the opponent in the abdomen.
Song Hansan flew out and gave Liu Lang a vicious look: "Little bastard, I didn't expect you to be so powerful. Let's wait and see!"
As if knowing that he was no match for Liu Lang, Song Hansan jumped out of the window and fled.
Liu Lang jumped up.
But unexpectedly, Song Hansan flicked his wrist and threw several darts.
After Liu Lang dodged two, he caught another one in his hands.
He glanced down.
"Ninja dart?"
Liu Lang had seen this kind of dart before.
Some Japanese ninjas use it.
He raised his head again and wanted to pursue Song Hansan, but saw that the opponent had already fled more than a hundred meters away.
Afraid that the Three Dogs of the Song and Han Dynasties would jump over the wall and kill people at will, Liu Lang did not pursue him anymore, but threw the darts in his hand towards the Three Ones of the Song and Han Dynasties.
Phew!
Although he was more than a hundred meters away, the dart was accurately embedded in Song Hansan's calf.
Song Hansan staggered and continued to run forward.
"Ye Qiangwei!" Liu Lang shouted.
Ye Qiangwei jumped down from the window: "Master, what are your orders?"
"Song Qingshu is under control, right?"
"I slapped him and knocked him unconscious."
"Follow Song Hansan quietly. He was seriously injured and probably doesn't have much fighting power. Let's see where he flees to." Liu Lang ordered.
"Okay!" Ye Qiangwei nodded and chased directly in the direction where Song Hansan escaped.
Liu Lang looked around and made sure no one was paying attention, then turned over and rushed to Wen Denghui's office again.
At this time, Wen Denghui's office door had been closed, and Song Qingshu was lying on the ground in a coma.
Wen Denghui stared blankly at Song Qingshu.
Outside, there was a knock on the door: "Professor Wen, was there gunfire just now? Professor Wen, are you okay?"
It was the security guard's voice.
Wen Denghui said: "It's okay, I'm fine here."
"Okay!" The security guard outside quickly left.
After the security guard left, Wen Denghui looked at Liu Lang.
Liu Lang also looked at Wen Denghui.
Suddenly, Liu Lang took a step forward, and Wen Denghui was so frightened that he quickly ducked back.
As a result, it happened to be leaning on the table.
Liu Lang directly pressed Wen Denghui on the table and reached out to grab Wen Denghui behind the ear.
Snapped!
Wen Denghui's hand hit Liu Lang's hand: "You brat, your eyes are so poisonous!"
This time, when Wen Denghui spoke, it was a charming female voice.
Liu Lang grinned: "Auntie, is it really you?"
Wen Denghui rolled his eyes, put his hand behind his ear, and tore off a piece of something similar to dough, revealing Ye Qingcheng's mature yet beautiful face.
"You brat, how did you find out that I'm not Wen Denghui's?" Ye Qingcheng looked curious: "I'm very confident in my disguise. I don't think even your bastard master could recognize me at the beginning."
"Humph, I often played the role of other women around him to tease him. In the end, he got addicted and even put her other women with me. He insisted on playing some real and fake Sun Wukong game, and he became Tang Monk himself. What do you mean? Tightening spell.”
"Bah, I don't even bother to talk about him. Is he chanting the Tightening Curse? He's obviously playing with the Golden Cudgel!"
The corners of Liu Lang's mouth twitched.
Ye Qingcheng really doesn't regard herself as an outsider.
Nothing is said out loud.
There was no need to go into such details when you played the game with the strange old man, right?
"Ahem, Auntie, why are you here?" Liu Lang was afraid that Ye Qingcheng would continue to tell the story about the golden cudgel beating the white-bone demon three times, so he quickly changed the subject: "Also, was that fake blue liquid you gave to Song Hansan? ?”
Ye Qingcheng smiled charmingly, said nothing, walked to the bookshelf, and turned one of the vases.
The next second.
The bookshelf actually split into two, revealing a thick stone door in the middle.
As the bookshelf separated, the stone door also slowly separated.
Behind the stone door, there is a separate room that is separated.
"Bring the unconscious guy in." Ye Qingcheng pointed to Song Qingshu on the ground and entered the compartment first.
