"Brother Ma, how are you?"
With Sang Biao's right hand fractured and the other thugs mostly subdued by Ma Long, Han Lang was the first to reach the injured Ma Long. He anxiously inquired while swiftly tending to his wounds.
"Phew~ Much better! Just a minor injury, nothing serious."
Ma Long, who had been grimacing in pain just moments before, felt significantly relieved once his injury was under control. Moreover, as a former special forces member, this level of gunshot wound was perhaps not much at all.
"Who are they? Why did they shoot at us?"
After confirming Ma Long was alright, Luo Jiaying, who had accompanied Han Lang, quickly asked about the situation.
Wang Fang looked at Han Lang, and like a child finding their anchor, recounted the entire incident, also apologizing for her earlier concealment.
"Sister Wang Fang, you don't need to blame yourself! I understand your intentions. However, since they dared to attack my Tian Yi Ge, they must be prepared to face my wrath!"
Upon hearing everything, Han Lang's expression instantly turned grim. He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with an irrepressible anger, like a lion ready to pounce.
"Little divine doctor, you..."
Wang Fang's heart trembled. Standing beside Han Lang, she could clearly feel the surrounding temperature drop, a strong chill spreading outwards from Han Lang.
Compared to Wang Fang's worry, Ma Long, disregarding his own injuries, propped himself up with effort, a slight smile involuntarily appearing on his lips, as if filled with anticipation for Han Lang's impending action.
However, Sang Biao on the other side was not faring as well. He felt like he was being stared at by a ferocious beast, his spine instantly chilling, a cold sensation coursing through his entire body.
He didn't know why, but this man who appeared so young, even somewhat delicate and fair-skinned, made him feel a deep-seated fear.
But fear was fear.
After all, he was someone who had lived on the edge for a long time, his psychological fortitude naturally stronger than ordinary people. Moreover, Hou Cang was behind him; there was no reason to fear a pretty boy.
Thinking of this, he somehow found his courage again. While holding his broken hand and slowly retreating, he spoke in a deliberately arrogant tone.
"You... you... what do you want? I'm telling you, don't think you've won just because you caught me off guard. Lord Hou of Yiyang District is not someone you can afford to offend..."
"Duang duang duang!"
Before the word "exist" could even leave his lips, Han Lang, without hesitation, unleashed a flurry of punches that left him disoriented and seeing stars!
Then, he grabbed him by the neck, his eyes filled with chilling intent, his voice extremely cold!
"Speak! Where is Lord Hou?"
Although restrained, Sang Biao's consciousness was still clear. Hearing Han Lang still dared to inquire about Lord Hou's whereabouts, he sneered.
"You... you? You think you're worthy of finding... Lord Hou?"
Hearing this, Han Lang's heart instantly soured. He applied a little more pressure with his fingertips, his killing intent palpable, and said again.
"I'll ask you one more time, where is Lord Hou?"
The intense suffocation made Sang Biao feel the fear of death.
At this moment, he was truly scared.
He had no doubt that this pretty boy he looked down upon might actually kill him.
Driven by the instinct for survival, he struggled with his remaining left hand, patting Han Lang's arm, and then, with great difficulty, forced out a few words from his throat with a gurgling sound.
"Hai... hai... ke... KTV..."
As soon as Sang Biao finished speaking, and before Han Lang could make his next move, a police officer in uniform, looking exceptionally heroic, suddenly appeared. With one hand on her sidearm, she pointed at Han Lang and shouted loudly.
"Stop! Let him go!"
Han Lang, already filled with righteous indignation, was inexplicably yelled at by this sudden appearance of a police officer who hadn't even distinguished good from bad. His brow furrowed. He glanced sideways at the officer, and reluctantly, slowly released his right hand.
"Cough cough... wheeze... gasp..."
Sang Biao, having narrowly escaped, took deep breaths of fresh air, his flushed face regaining some color as he could finally breathe. He never imagined that he, a gangster, would one day be saved by a police officer.
The female officer beside him, seeing Han Lang obediently release his grip, breathed a slight sigh of relief. She pulled out her handcuffs, intending to apprehend Han Lang, but Han Lang, unable to contain his anger, suddenly turned, raised his leg, and fiercely kicked Sang Biao in the abdomen.
"Whoa~"
Sang Biao's expression contorted instantly. Before he could react, his body flew backward several meters like a kite with a broken string, finally crashing into a green tree behind him and falling unconscious.
"You..."
The female officer's delicate brows furrowed, a hint of anger clearly flashing in her eyes. In her years of service, no one had ever dared to disregard her authority so openly and resort to violence. Yet, Han Lang not only did it but then walked away as if nothing had happened, without even looking back.
At this moment, in the eyes of the female officer, Han Lang had become a heinous devil.
Seeing him slowly approach another injured man lying on the ground, and the anxious woman taking care of him, oblivious to the situation, the female officer became flustered. She quickly drew her sidearm, moving rapidly towards Han Lang while sternly warning him.
"Stop immediately, or I'll shoot!"
Han Lang ignored her warning as if he hadn't heard it. He took three quick steps, then two more, and soon arrived in front of Ma Long.
Since Wang Fang had been pressing on Ma Long's wound to stop the bleeding, she couldn't move easily. So, she simply leaned to the side and sat down on the ground, making some space for Han Lang.
Han Lang didn't hesitate. He immediately squatted down and carefully examined Ma Long's injuries.
This series of actions, all done in a moment of urgency, were perceived by the female officer in the distance as the woman collapsing in fear, while the devil's claws were mercilessly reaching out towards the man lying helplessly on the ground.
Her imagination running wild, the female officer became even more anxious. She quickened her pace, unconsciously displaying an unusual speed. Reaching Han Lang swiftly, she spread her legs, gripped her gun with both hands, and aimed it down at Han Lang from above, shouting righteously.
"Second warning! Stop immediately! Otherwise, I will shoot."
Han Lang, who was concentrating on using his condensed spiritual energy blade to extract the bullet from Ma Long's body, was abruptly interrupted by the officer's stern shout just as he had made the incision.
Instantly, Wang Fang beside him, and even Ma Long lying on the ground, were stunned, completely bewildered as to what this beautiful police officer wanted.
Finally, Wang Fang timidly asked in a small voice, "Officer, why are you stopping us from treating him?"
"Treating? Aren't you trying to harm him?"
Wang Fang's question made the female officer a little puzzled. She slightly tilted her head, looking into the blind spot blocked by her handgun, and then at Han Lang's hands.
But the truth she saw made her pupils contract, her face filled with astonishment. Her body stiffened as if electrocuted, only her sensual red lips muttering numbly and incoherently, "Wu... Wu Zhe?"