Song Yu hurried to the well, only to find that Wei Qian and others had left. He caught a man and asked about Li Hansu's whereabouts, but the man was afraid of Wei Qian and did not dare to tell him.
Finally, he asked several people in succession and learned that Wei Qian and the others had taken their horses and went out to play.
"Damn it!" Song Yu gritted his teeth angrily. He wanted to rush over and kill Wei Qian, but before coming out, Song Xin warned him not to cause trouble here.
Song Yu walked out of the alley where the well was located, only to find that the road ahead was blocked by a group of people.
He knew the person in front of him. He was Song Xin's rival Zheng Ping, the younger brother of Zheng Yue in Beihai, who often followed Wei Qian.
Zheng Ping had long discovered that Song Yu was inquiring about Li Hansu's whereabouts, and knew that he was Song Xin's man, so he stepped forward and stopped Song Yu. "Are you Song Xin's slave?"
Seeing that he looked arrogant and didn't take her seriously at all, Song Yu replied angrily, "Get out of my way!"
Zheng Ping raised his eyebrows and said with an unhappy expression: "Bold slave! Do you know my identity? Dare you speak to me like this?"
Song Yu ignored him at all and wanted to bypass him and chase Wei Qian and others. At this time, a tall man behind Zheng Ping took a step across to block Song Yu.
This person was the one who caught Li Hansu just now, and for some reason he followed Zheng Ping again.
This person is a newly recruited disciple of Wei Qian. He is highly skilled in martial arts and is good at swordsmanship and horn fighting. The last time Wei Qian was taught a lesson by Song Xin, he was dissatisfied. Coupled with his long-standing obsession, he believed that Song Xin had robbed him of the opportunity to be Cao Chong's attendant. The two things combined made him sick from anger. After that, he spent a lot of money to recruit a powerful ranger from Jizhou as his retainer, who was this tall man.
"You dare not answer Mr. Zheng's question? Don't you know Piyong's rules?" The man spoke with a deep Jizhou accent. He was a head taller and thicker than Song Yu. He looked down at him with disdain in his eyes.
Song Yu showed no sign of weakness, raised her head slightly and looked directly into the man's eyes, "Please step aside, I have something urgent."
The tall man smiled coldly, crossed his arms and blocked the road. He looked at Song Yu with a mocking smile, feeling that this guy really didn't know how high the sky was.
Zheng Ping shouted: "You are a dog slave, you offended me and you don't apologize. You are just like your master, a savage with no rules!"
"How dare you say that again!?" Song Yu was a little angry when she heard him verbally insulting Song Xin.
Zheng Ping felt the murderous intent in his eyes and took a step back in fear. Then he suddenly realized that there were many people on his side, and he was actually intimidated by them, which made him even more annoyed when he thought about it. He stretched out his neck and said like a fighting cock: "You dare to threaten me? Okay, then I will say that your master Song Xin is a savage with no rules!"
After saying that, he looked around proudly and got great pleasure from their flattering expressions. He was even more proud when he saw that Song Yu didn't say a word, "Why, saying it one more time isn't enough? Your master, Song Xin, is a country man! A scumbag!"
Song Yu stepped forward, and Zheng Ping took a step back in fright. At this time, the tall and strong man stretched out his arm and pressed it on Song Yu's shoulder.
"Kneel down, Mr. Zheng, who is your identity? What is your identity? How dare you make a mistake!"
The strong man said, pressing down hard with his arms, trying to make Song Yu kneel down. Firstly, he wanted to test Song Yu's skills, and secondly, he wanted to convince the other party.
"Huh!?" But no matter how hard he tried, Song Yu remained motionless, which surprised him.
How could Song Yu not know what he was thinking, so she pretended to be confused and said, "What? Why are you pressing my shoulders?" But he looked at the tall man with a playful look on his face.
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The man felt that his face was dull and he put a little more strength into his hands, but Song Yu still couldn't move.
This man had been following Wei Qian for a short time, and was about to suppress Song Yu and show off in front of his master. Seeing that the other party refused to give in, the man turned pale and kicked Song Yu at the crook of his leg, trying to make him bend his knees.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the man felt a sharp pain coming from the bone in his calf. His kick felt like he had kicked a copper pillar, and his face instantly turned red like a pig's liver. He felt pain in his bones, which were obviously cracked.
Not only were Song Yu's legs not bent, she was still standing straight.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Song Yu tilted his head slightly and glanced contemptuously at the tall man's face, which looked like pig liver.
This man knew right away that Song Yu was not an easy person to deal with because he was quite capable. The man endured the severe pain and took a few steps back, standing in front of Zheng Ping.
Song Yu did not step forward. He listened to Song Xin's instructions before coming out. If something happens here, it will make Song Xin's situation even more difficult. Moreover, Li Hansu is still in the other party's hands, and he doesn't know what will happen if he goes late.
Song Yu sneered, "Zheng Ping, I'll spare you for today. I'll have a good chat with you after I get him back."
After that, he turned around and walked down the mountain.
Zheng Ping felt humiliated, as the other party seemed to want to come to settle accounts with him, and he was angry and scared. Wei Qian asked him to lead his followers to intercept Song Xin here and create trouble. But now, not only did he fail to stop him, but he also allowed the other party to take advantage of him.
Zheng Ping was usually domineering and could not bear to be wronged. He hesitated and quietly grabbed a bow from his subordinates.
"You bitch, I'll shoot you to death!" Zheng Ping gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice before drawing his bow and firing the arrow.
At this time, his arm was grabbed by the tall man. Zheng Ping looked angrily and saw that the man was shaking his head at him with a serious expression.
Song Yu had long noticed that the other party wanted to release cold arrows, so he was not afraid at all. Realizing that the man actually stopped Zheng Ping, he turned around and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"You know the truth."
"You!" Zheng Ping looked at the other party blankly, not wanting others to have discovered that he wanted to shoot a cold arrow.
Zheng Ping could no longer suppress the anger in his chest, pointed at Song Yu and shouted: "Stop him!"
The servants and guests beside him looked at each other. They all saw that Song Yu was not easy to deal with, but they had to obey the master's words. They had no choice but to gather around and surround Song Yu again.
"Why, do you have to force me to take action?"
Song Yu turned around, and the fierce murderous intent in his eyes instantly pierced Zheng Pinghu's fake power.
"Ugh!" He pulled out the sword from his waist, pointed at Song Yu and shouted: "You are a cheap slave, you have offended me many times, today I will cut off one of your arms to vent my anger!"
Seeing that Zheng Ping had already been carried away by anger, Wei Qian's retainer wanted to dissuade him, but he didn't dare. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and pull out the knife.
A maid passed by and wanted to get water, but she saw a group of people surrounding Song Yu and even drew their knives. He exclaimed and turned around to run, but not long after he ran, he was blocked by a group of people.
When the man saw it, he turned out to be Wei Qian's group. It turned out that they had not left at all, but were hiding nearby. He asked Zheng Ping, a silly boy, to go out and confront Song Xin for him. If Piyong investigated the matter, he would just pass it on to Zheng Ping and Song Xin. Presumably his brother Zheng Yue didn't dare to say anything.
"Guard the intersection, don't let that kid escape."
"Yes, Young Master!" Wei Qian's retainers bowed in response and answered.
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They spread out and blocked the alleys to prevent anyone from coming to the area. In this way, all the witnesses are our own people, so we can't just say whatever they want.
Wei Qian couldn't help but laugh proudly when he thought of this, and the few young masters and retainers around him also laughed flatteringly.
"Bring her here." Wei Qian ordered, and a retainer immediately went to catch Li Hansu. At this time, her arms were tied behind her back and a piece of cloth was stuffed in her mouth.
Wei Qian pinched his chin, leaned in and smelled it, "Well, it smells so good. When I take care of Song Xin, I will pamper you well."
When Li Hansu heard that he wanted to deal with Song Xin, his face turned pale and he spat on Wei Qian's fat face.
Wei Qian was furious and slapped Li Hansu on the face. Five clear finger prints appeared instantly.
"Watch how I deal with you! Take her to my room! Tied up for me, don't let her escape!" The two retainers were ordered to carry Li Hansu to Wei Qian's residence.
When passing the alley where the well was located, Li Hansu suddenly shouted loudly: "Brother Song Yu, leave quickly! They are going to harm you!"
The sound reached Song Yu's ears instantly. He glanced towards the entrance of the alley and found that Li Hansu was being held up by two people and struggling for his life.
Song Yu took a big step and rushed towards that side. At this time, a steel knife suddenly slashed towards his cheek. It was the tall man who took action.
Song Yu originally didn't want to hurt him, but this person repeatedly provoked him, so she had no choice but to give him some color. He didn't even try to hide, he raised his hand and grabbed the steel knife in his hand.
"Ah!" The tall man was shocked. He had never seen anyone dare to take the knife with bare hands. In the midst of horror, Song Yu grabbed the steel knife and pulled it back. The man was caught off guard and rushed towards her. Song Yu's flying knee hit the tall man's lower abdomen.
The man's face suddenly turned as red as pig's liver. In less than a breath, he was lying on the ground trembling, unable to even scream.
Zheng Ping was about to lead people around, but he saw that Wei Qian, a powerful disciple, could not withstand Song Yu's move. He was so frightened that his legs froze in the air as he stepped forward, as if he didn't know whether he should fall or not.
Song Yu glanced disdainfully, then quickly came to the entrance of the alley and found that Li Hansu had been carried away by two people. He hurriedly chased after him. At this time, Zheng Ping also ran out and walked up to Wei Qian with a look of despair.
"So many people can't stop him?" Wei Qian was obviously a little angry.
"That kid is so powerful, we can't stop him at all."
"Where's my retainer?"
Zheng Ping pointed to the alley behind him, "He...he was knocked down."
Wei Qian was shocked and hurriedly walked in. When the man saw Wei Qian coming, he was still struggling on the ground and wanted to get up, but he couldn't stand up. Wei Qian suddenly had an idea. He ordered his men to block the entrance of the alley, and then came to the well alone.
"Sir, the villain...The villain is incompetent and couldn't stop him." The man was sweating profusely and forced an apologetic smile.
Wei Qian knelt down and patted him on the shoulder, "It doesn't matter, that guy is not mediocre, and you have suffered a lot."
The man was quite moved and smiled. But the next moment, his smile froze on his face, and the light that quickly disappeared in his eyes carried the last trace of disbelief, regret, anger and unwillingness until it died.
Wei Qian walked out of the alley and whispered a few words to Zheng Ping, who smiled and nodded. After all the instructions were in place, Wei Qian and his men ran quickly to Yongcheng's residence on the top of the mountain. The remaining Zheng Ping and others suddenly panicked and shouted, "Kill...kill!"
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