This group of people did not take Song Yong and Han Sha out of the village in the city, but took them to a box in a teahouse in the village.

Inside the box was a middle-aged fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms. However, his left hand was tied with a strap and hung around his neck, which was slightly funny.

"Boss, we found that the two were inquiring about the whereabouts of the little hybrid, and brought them back." The flat-headed man who brought Song Yan back to them reported to the fat middle-aged man.

The middle-aged fat man squinted and looked at it. After seeing Han Sha's face, he couldn't help flashing a bit of light, and asked, "Who are you two? Why are you looking for Prince Ming?"

"Who are you again? What are you doing?"

Song Xuan asked, and while talking, he stretched out a chair and said to Han Sha: "Sister Sha, please sit down."

Han Sha couldn't help but give Song Ye a glance, but she didn't worry about how this group could get her and Song Ye. After all, Song Ye's skills were there, not to mention five people, not even five more.

"Paralyzed, who wants you to sit!"

The flat-headed man knocked down on a chair and yelled at Song Ye.

Song Yan's face suddenly became cold, looking at the flat-headed man, "Carry the chair over and put it away."

"Fuck! What kind of onion are you, dare to talk to Laozi like this!" The flat-headed man couldn't help getting furious, and raised his hand with a slap to fan Song Song.

With a flick of his hand, Song Qiaokou clasped the wrist of the flat-headed man, and then struck his knee in the middle of the other's abdomen with a sharp sharp knee. Suddenly, the flat-headed man screamed and his painful bow became a prawn.

Song Yong let go of him, and said coldly, "Here comes the chair version!"

"I moved your mother!"

The flat-headed man burst into a drink, pulled out the steel pipe that wasn't around his waist, and slammed his head against Song Yan.

"boom!"

As soon as he waved the steel pipe, a big foot wearing a forty-two-yard shoe dangled on his lower abdomen again. Suddenly, the flat-headed man flew out like a disconnected kite, hit the wall of the box, and then bounced back. drop on the floor.

"Fuck! Make him!"

When the other three saw their companions kicking off, they immediately became furious and drew out steel pipes and slammed their heads towards Song Yong.

I saw Song Yan's figure flashing, and the three lumps felt the flowers in front of them and lost their attack targets.

"Bang, bang!"

The three hand knives were almost chopped on the necks of the three gangsters, and the three snorted softly and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged fat man was surprised when he saw his four men being defeated in less than a minute.

After cooking for four people, Song Yong moved the chair behind Han Sha again, and smiled, "Sister Sha, please sit down!"

"Don't make a fuss, it matters!" Han Sha said angrily.

"Observe!" Song Yan said with a winking wink, then he looked at the middle-aged fat man and asked grinningly, "That fat man, your hand was cut by Wang Ming?"

After a brief surprise, the middle-aged fat man had recovered his calmness, and he heard Song Ye call his fat man with a flash of anger on his face, and said coldly, "Boy, do you know who you are talking to?"

"Oh!"

Suddenly, Song Yuan disappeared in place, but came to the middle-aged fat man, the probe clasped his neck, and with a little force, the fat man's body was off the ground.

Feeling the big hand on the neck like an iron hoop, Huang Nanshan felt that he was breathing more and more quickly, and his soul seemed to be peeling.

Just when he thought he was going to die, the palm of his hand suddenly released.

"boom!"

He fell to the ground like a rotten meat, coughed and took a few breaths, and then returned to normal.

"I ask you to answer, don't talk nonsense, or I will get angry!" Song Yan stared at him subtly, playing with taste: "Say, is your hand cut by the prince!"

"It's him." Huang Nanshan nodded, he had to bow his head under the eaves, waited for the boy, and then slowly avenged him.

"Why did he cut you?" Song Yan continued to ask.

"I don't know!" Huang Nanshan's eyes flickered a little.

"I really don't know?" Song Yan added a touch of coldness to his tone.

"I don't know why he cut me!" Huang Nanshan said arrogantly.

Song Kun waved a move, a steel pipe fell on his hand, then fell, and slammed heavily on the other arm of Huangshan City, with a click, his right arm broke off.

Suddenly, Huang Nanshan screamed screamingly, and his body fat twitched.

"Just a panic, I'll interrupt your hand or foot! If you think you have enough spider legs and feet, please continue to lie!" Song Yan sneered.

"Don't ... I said ... I killed the kid's grandma, so he's going to chop me!"

Han Sha, who was still a bit unbearable, heard that Wang Ziming's grandma was injured by someone he found. The sympathy in her heart disappeared immediately, but she yelled: "Do you still have a conscience? Come on! "

"Sister Sha, you tell this kind of conscience to them, then they must have conscience!" Song Yan rolled his eyes, and then continued to ask Huang Nanshan: "Why do you want someone to hurt his grandma!"

Under the scrutiny of Song Yan's eyes, Huang Nanshan dared not lie: "I was hit by the old lady picking up trash when I was dealing with a traitor, and then she called the police. I just wanted to warn her. I never wanted to To kill her, she fell to the ground and fell to death! "

"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!"

"Click!"

The steel pipe in Song Yong's hand lifted up again, interrupting one of Huang Nanshan's legs, and then regardless of the screaming, he threw away the steel pipe and pulled up Han Sha's hand, and went outside.

After leaving the tea house, Han Sha angrily said, "Just let him go?"

"We are not a policeman. I interrupted one of his hands and one leg. It was vengeance for Wang Ziming's grandma. Now all we have to do is find Wang Ziming!" Song Yan shrugged helplessly.

"That's the only thing!" Hansha said in a low mood. "Yes, can you find Wang Ziming?"

"Be assured, as long as he is still in Xiangcheng, I can find him!" Song Yan gave Hansha a restless look.

As Song Yong and Han Sha left the village and were about to drive away, two police cars drove quickly, drove a group of policemen from above, and pointed them with guns: "Raise your hands, don't move!"

Suddenly, Han Sha's face changed, and her eyes became more worried.

Song Ye's face was also cold.

"This man and a woman are all dangerous men. Copy them up and take them away!" Ma Dong commanded with a cold face, just now he received a call from Huang Nanshan, saying that a man and a woman interrupted one of his legs and one arm , And forced to ask a lot of things, but also offered his cousin.

Hearing this news, Ma Dong couldn't help but be frightened, and quickly summoned his men to rush over, blocking Song Zheng and Han Sha.