This group of people did not take Song Yan and Han Sha out of the village in the city, but took them to a box in a teahouse in the village in the city.
Sitting in the box was a middle-aged fat man weighing more than 200 pounds. However, his left hand was tied with a strap and hung around his neck, which looked a little funny.
"Boss, we found out that these two people were inquiring about the whereabouts of that little bastard, so we brought them back." The flat-headed man who brought Song Yan and the others back reported to the fat middle-aged man.
The middle-aged fat man squinted his eyes. When he saw Han Sha's face clearly, a lustful light flashed in his eyes and he asked, "Who are you two? Why are you looking for Wang Ziming?"
"Who are you? Why did you invite us here?"
Song Yan asked in return. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull out a chair and said to Han Sha, "Sister Sha, please sit down."
Han Sha couldn't help but roll her eyes at Song Yan, but she was not worried that this group of people could do anything to her and Song Yan. After all, Song Yan's skills were there, let alone five people, even five more would not be enough.
"Paralyzed, who told you to sit down!"
The flat-headed man kicked the chair down and yelled at Song Yan.
Song Yan's face suddenly turned cold, he looked at the flat-headed man and said, "Bring the chair over and put it away."
"Fuck! Who the hell are you? You dare to talk to me like that!" The flat-headed man couldn't help but became furious. He raised his hand and slapped Song Yan.
With a reaching hand, Song Yankou grabbed the crew cut man's wrist, and then hit the opponent's abdomen with a sharp knee. Suddenly, the crew cut man screamed, and his body arched into a giant shrimp in pain.
Song Yan let him go and said coldly: "Bring me a chair!"
"I'll move your fucking pussy!"
The flat-headed man shouted loudly, pulled out the steel pipe from his waist, and hit Song Yan hard on the head.
"boom!"
The moment he waved the steel pipe, a big foot wearing a size 42 shoe kicked him in the abdomen again. Immediately, the flat-headed man flew out like a kite with a broken string, hitting the wall of the box directly, and then bounced back. Dropped on the floor.
"Fuck! Fuck him!"
The other three gangsters were furious when they saw their companion kicked away. They all pulled out steel pipes and hit Song Yan head and face.
Song Yan's figure flickered, and the three gangsters felt their eyes blurred and lost their target of attack.
"Bang bang bang!"
Three hand knives were slashed on the backs of the necks of the three gangsters in almost no particular order, and the three fell to the ground with groans.
The middle-aged fat man was surprised to see four of his men defeated in less than a minute.
After taking care of the four people, Song Yan moved the chair behind Han Sha again and said with a smile: "Sister Sha, please sit down!"
"Don't be weird, business matters!" Han Sha said angrily.
"Yes!" Song Yan winked and said, then looked at the middle-aged fat man and asked carelessly: "That fat man, your hand was cut by Wang Ziming?"
After a brief surprise, the middle-aged fat man had regained his composure. When he heard Song Yan calling him fat man, a trace of anger flashed across his face, and he said coldly: "Boy, do you know who you are talking to?"
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, Song Yan disappeared from the spot, but came to the middle-aged fat man, reached out and clasped his neck, and with a little force, the fat man's body was lifted off the ground.
Feeling the big hand like an iron hoop around his neck, Huang Nanshan felt that his breathing was getting faster and faster, and his soul seemed to be shelling out.
Just when he thought he was about to die, the palm suddenly let go.
"boom!"
He fell to the ground like a piece of rotten meat. He coughed and took a few breaths before returning to normal.
"I'm asking you to answer, don't talk nonsense, otherwise I will get angry!" Song Yan stared at him condescendingly, teasingly: "Tell me, did Wang Ziming chop off your hand?"
"It's him." Huang Nanshan hesitated and nodded. He had to lower his head under the eaves. After dealing with this kid, he would slowly seek revenge on him.
"Why did he want to chop you?" Song Yan continued to ask.
"I don't know either!" Huang Nanshan's eyes flickered.
"Really don't know?" There was a hint of coldness in Song Yan's tone.
"I really don't know why he wanted to chop me!" Huang Nanshan said bravely.
Song Yan waved his hand, and a steel pipe fell on his hand, then fell and hit Huangshan City's other arm hard. With a click, his right arm was broken.
Suddenly, Huang Nanshan let out a shrill scream, and the fat on his body began to twitch.
"Say panic and I'll break one of your hands or feet! If you think you have enough spider legs, please keep lying!" Song Yan sneered.
"Don't... I said... I ordered someone to hurt that kid's grandmother, so he wants to chop me!"
Han Sha, who was still a little intolerant, heard that he had someone hurt Wang Ziming's grandmother, and the sympathy in her heart suddenly disappeared. Instead, she scolded: "Do you still have a conscience? You can even do this to an old man in his seventies or eighties." Got it!"
"Sister Sha, if you talk to people like this about their conscience, then they have to have a conscience!" Song Yan rolled his eyes and continued to press Huang Nanshan: "Then why did you find someone to hurt his grandma!"
Under Song Yan's gaze, Huang Nanshan did not dare to lie: "When I was dealing with a traitor, I happened to be hit by the old lady who was picking up garbage. Then she called the police. I just wanted to warn her, and I never thought about it. Kill her because she fell to the ground and died!"
"How do you know she went to the police?"
"The director of the police station is my cousin!" Huang Nanshan said truthfully.
"Then do you know where Wang Ziming went?"
"I don't know, I'm looking for him everywhere too!"
"Crack!"
The steel pipe in Song Yan's hand rose again, breaking one of Huang Nanshan's legs. Then, ignoring the screams, he threw away the steel pipe, took Han Sha's hand, and walked outside.
After walking out of the teahouse, Han Sha said angrily: "Just let him go like this?"
"We are not the police. I broke one of his hands and one leg to avenge Wang Ziming's grandmother. What we have to do now is to find Wang Ziming!" Song Yan shrugged helplessly.
"This is the only way!" Han Sha said in a low mood: "By the way, can you find Wang Ziming?"
"Don't worry, as long as he is still in Xiangcheng, I can find him!" Song Yan gave Han Sha a reassuring look.
Just when Song Yan and Han Sha walked out of the village in the city and were about to drive away, two police cars drove up quickly, and a group of police officers jumped out from above, pointing their guns at them and saying: "Put your hands up, don't move!"
Suddenly, Han Sha's expression changed drastically, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes.
Song Yan's face also turned cold.
"This man and woman are dangerous elements, handcuff them and take them away!" Ma Dong waved his hand and ordered with a cold face. He had just received a call from Huang Nanshan, saying that a man and a woman had broken one of his legs and one arm. , and asked him about many things, and even confessed his cousin.
Hearing the news, Ma Dong couldn't help but be shocked. He quickly summoned his men and rushed over, blocking Song Yan and Han Sha. (To be continued)