A muffled groan came from his chest, and Cui Yibin’s back slammed heavily against the wall!
He shook his head fiercely, and after he recovered, he stared at Gao Meng with a look of surprise.
After delivering a kick, the already bloody thigh began to gush with blood!
The blood from the veins sprayed out like a burst water pipe.
It was evident that due to excessive blood loss and fear, Gao Meng’s entire body was trembling uncontrollably.
But her pale face still showed immense stubbornness, and she was glaring at him fiercely.
How did she do it?
Cui Yibin was perplexed. Suddenly, he felt that this girl, as beautiful as a porcelain doll, was somewhat terrifying!
Her right leg was severely injured, and the torn flesh on the outside looked gruesome.
With such an injury, even a slight movement would widen the wound by an inch!
Yet, she had managed to muster the strength to deliver such a powerful kick!
Gulp!
Cui Yibin’s throat convulsed violently, and he couldn’t help but swallow hard.
A hint of fear began to appear in his eyes as he stared at Gao Meng.
Based on the resilience Gao Meng had shown in that kick,
A terrifying thought suddenly crossed his mind.
If he insisted on pressing forward, there might be very serious consequences!
Although he didn’t know if Gao Meng had any other tricks up her sleeve.
The more he stepped forward, the stronger this premonition became.
Especially when he reached within about ten feet of Gao Meng, his back was already soaked in cold sweat!
His feet felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
Finally!
The foot that had been extended was slowly withdrawn.
Cui Yibin raised his trembling hand to wipe the large beads of sweat from his forehead.
He took a deep look at Gao Meng, then turned and left.
Although he resented Song Qiao for injuring his junior brother and tarnishing his master’s reputation.
Gao Meng was not Song Qiao, and by seriously injuring his disciple, he had considered his revenge complete.
Considering all these factors, Cui Yibin did not linger any longer.
"Phew."
Confirming that the other person had truly left, half of the strength Gao Meng had been holding onto instantly dissipated.
*Clatter.*
As she relaxed completely, a hard object she had been tightly clutching slipped to the floor.
It was a table leg, with a remarkably sharp top!
The wooden table that Cui Yibin had smashed with his wild punches was scattered around Gao Meng.
In her desperation, she had grabbed the sharpest piece and hidden it in her sleeve for self-preservation at a critical moment!
Cui Yibin's senses were exceptionally sharp, and his decision was wise.
"So much blood...呜呜呜..."
Gao Meng was utterly weak, and what was worse, her thigh wound was still bleeding profusely.
She just glanced down and nearly fainted from fright.
She quickly grabbed a nearby tablecloth, and while shedding tears, she tremblingly bandaged herself.
After she finished, she remembered to call for help.
However, at this moment, she couldn't stand up.
She had no choice but to crawl forward, extending one hand ahead.
But she could never reach the mobile phone on the sofa.
*Bang.*
Her body was extremely weak, and finally, she could no longer support herself and fell heavily to the ground.
Lying on the ground, Gao Meng’s large eyes were filled with boundless fear, and she sobbed, wailing.
"Master, save me...呜哇哇哇..."
"What happened?" At this moment, a nervous inquiry came from outside the door.
Then, the sound of footsteps quickly followed.
Gao Meng raised her face and saw Song Qiao, who had just returned from a mission!
"Gao Meng? Who injured you like this?"
Seeing Gao Meng lying on the ground with tear-filled eyes, Song Qiao’s heart clenched violently.
His eyes instantly turned crimson, and a layer of frost appeared on his face!
As he asked, Song Qiao quickly turned Gao Meng over from the ground and held her in his arms.
When he saw the huge wound on her thigh.
A surging killing intent spread outwards like a flood!
*Crack, crack!*
A teacup on the coffee table began to vibrate rapidly, and after a moment, it quietly shattered!
Countless ceramic shards instantly turned into dust!
"Master will help you stop the bleeding first."
Song Qiao didn't ask any more questions and quickly carried Gao Meng to the sofa.
He pulled aside her badly torn pants, took out the medicine box, and began to treat her wound.
Cleaning, stitching, bandaging. Song Qiao remained silent throughout the entire process.
Gao Meng also bit her lip and didn't utter a sound.
After the wound was treated, Song Qiao brushed aside the hair stuck to her forehead by sweat.
He gently asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Gao Meng bit her lip and gently shook her head, then nodded heavily.
Song Qiao's heart ached as he watched her.
"Then tell Master, who injured you like this?"
"Cui Yibin. He's Zhang Longsheng's eldest disciple."
Song Qiao nodded, carried Gao Meng to the bed to rest, poured her a glass of water, and smiled.
"It's alright now, you should rest well."
"I'll ask Xu Rou to come over and keep you company. Master needs to go out for a bit."
Gao Meng naturally knew what Song Qiao was going to do.
She nodded gently and replied crisply, "Okay."
Outside the door, the anger that Song Qiao had been suppressing finally erupted completely.
He immediately took out his phone and called Wei Feng, gritting his teeth and roaring.
"Find out Cui Yibin's location for me!"
"How dare he touch my disciple! If I don't chop him up today, I'll wash my hair standing on my head!"
Song Qiao's tone was extremely cold, making Wei Feng on the other end of the line shiver.
"Don't worry, boss! As long as he's still in Modu, I'll find that scoundrel!"
After giving instructions, Song Qiao called Xu Rou again.
He asked her to help him look after Gao Meng.
During this time, Song Qiao also called someone to order a new door for Chen Chen to install.
He himself meticulously tidied up the room.
About 20 minutes later, Xu Rou had arrived.
Wei Feng followed shortly after, arriving at Gao Meng's doorstep.
"Found him, boss. He's at Yuehai Hotel."
"We're going to settle the score with that scoundrel right now!"
At this moment, the killing intent in Song Qiao's eyes was nearing full bloom!
The roar of the engine expressed his unquenchable rage.
He sped down the street, arriving at his destination ten minutes later!
The hotel receptionist, seeing two young men with murderous intent rushing in late at night, immediately became vigilant.
She quickly picked up the intercom by her hand, ready to call security.
*Click.*
With a crisp sound, Song Qiao surprisingly drew a handgun from his waist.
He quickly loaded the magazine, and the shell casing popped out, falling to the ground!
"Ahhhhhh!"
Seeing him draw his gun, the receptionist immediately let out a terrified scream.
The intercom in her hand suddenly slipped and fell.
Song Qiao, however, had already walked quickly to her, pulled out an ID, and placed it in front of her.
He said rapidly, "Security department, find out which room Cui Yibin is in!"
"Yes, sir!"
Cui Yibin was enjoying a massage service on the second floor of the hotel.
He was trying to relieve the fatigue from the previous fight.
Even now, he was still shaken and felt uneasy.
Because he knew very well that if he hadn't launched a surprise attack, he would have been no match for that girl!
This made things interesting. He was Zhang Longsheng's eldest disciple.
Although his talent was not as good as Pu Xu's, he had been training for over ten years longer than him.
His strength was also far superior to other disciples.
But even he was no match for Song Qiao's young disciple?
Thinking about these things, Cui Yibin felt restless.
He waved his hand to dismiss the two masseuses beside him, impatiently saying.
"Stop the massage, let me be alone for a while!"
"Yes, sir." The masseuses quietly withdrew.
They had been gone for less than two minutes when suddenly there was a loud *bang*!
Cui Yibin immediately rolled off the bed and jumped up, cursing, "Ah, shit!"
He turned his head sharply and saw a leg embedded in the middle of the door!
It was obvious someone outside was kicking the door!
Even due to the excessive force, the entire door was not kicked open.
Instead, it had penetrated the door panel and embedded itself inside!
This made him both shocked and enraged, and he shouted, "Who is it?"
Wei Feng roughly tore the wooden door off his legs with his two large hands and casually threw it aside.
Song Qiao's figure then appeared in the doorway, staring coldly at Cui Yibin and replying.
"The one who's here to kill you!"