Suburbs,
Abandoned building.
After bringing Luo Jiaying here, three burly men unceremoniously pushed her into the corner of a room on a certain floor.
At this moment, the petite and helpless girl had messy hair, tears in her eyes, and was curled up in the corner in fear.
She wanted to run, but her hands and feet were bound;
She wanted to scream, but her mouth was taped shut;
At this moment, all she could do was hope her Han Lang Gege would come to save her.
Watching the three burly men approach her with lecherous smiles, she could only let out muffled "mm-mm" sounds anxiously, her heart already screaming countless times.
"Don't come near! Don't come near!"
But the three burly men would not let her go so easily.
One of them, wearing a floral shirt and a thick gold chain, walked up to her, grabbed her chin, and said proudly.
"Hmph! You slut! If it weren't for that pretty boy by your side last time, we would have had you already!"
"You didn't expect this, did you? You've finally fallen into my hands. I told you long ago, offend me, Hua Ye of Pingyang District, and you'll pay me back tenfold sooner or later!"
After speaking, he slapped Luo Jiaying hard across the face. At the same time, he turned to his two brothers with a sinister smile and said.
"Da Wang, Xiao Hu, the three of us must properly take care of this slut today!"
The two also had smug smiles.
"Of course! Don't we know Brother Hua's capabilities? You alone are enough to make this little lady feel like she's dying of pleasure. Haha..."
"Haha..."
The floral-shirted man seemed pleased with this flattery and began to violently tear at Luo Jiaying's clothes.
The pathetic Luo Jiaying could not resist at all, and could only twist her body frantically, trying to escape the floral-shirted man's clutches.
But her actions only made the floral-shirted man more excited.
"Haha... haha..."
His triumphant laughter was like the sound of doom...
"Han Lang Gege..."
On the other side,
Han Lang arrived at the abandoned building as quickly as possible. He also spotted the white van outside the building.
Confirming that Luo Jiaying had been brought here, he hurriedly got out of the car to look for traces of them.
But the abandoned building had five buildings, each with over thirty floors.
For a moment, he didn't know where the kidnappers had taken Luo Jiaying.
"There are no elevators in the abandoned building. If they are indeed inside, their location must not exceed ten floors."
"My current spiritual sense range at the eighth level of Qi Condensation is about thirty meters centered on me, far exceeding the ten-floor range!"
"Even if I have to search them one by one, I will find them!"
"Xiao Ying, wait for me!"
As Han Lang's mind raced, he fully unleashed his spiritual sense, and instantly, every blade of grass and every tree within a thirty-meter radius was imprinted in his mind.
Then, he unleashed his full cultivation, mobilizing all the spiritual energy in his dantian. He needed to screen all five abandoned buildings as quickly as possible.
With a "whoosh!"
His body was like an arrow shot from a bow, quickly moving along the outer perimeter of each abandoned building to investigate the interior.
"None!"
"None!"
"None!"
After searching three buildings in a row, he found no trace of the kidnappers.
Han Lang's heart grew more anxious.
If the floor where the kidnappers were located unexpectedly exceeded his spiritual sense range, the difficulty of the search would increase exponentially.
And the longer he delayed, the greater the danger for Luo Jiaying!
If anything happened, he would never forgive himself!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but frown and suddenly accelerated his search.
The fourth building...
"None!"
The fifth building...
"Found them!"
Han Lang was overjoyed. He was so impatient that he didn't even look for the stairs, but instead leaped up along the windows of the abandoned building.
At this moment, Luo Jiaying's situation was extremely critical. Her clothes had been violently torn by the three burly men, exposing her tender shoulders, and even her bra was largely visible.
"Stop!"
Han Lang shouted sternly.
The three burly men only then noticed Han Lang behind them. The floral-shirted man's eyes were filled with terror. He hurriedly took a dagger from his pocket, held Luo Jiaying tightly with one hand, and pointed the tip of the dagger at her neck with the other.
"Don't come any closer, or I'll kill her!"
"It's you!"
Han Lang also recognized the floral-shirted man. At the same time, with the three burly men no longer blocking his view, he saw Luo Jiaying's full appearance.
Her entire body was in such a mess, and her tear-filled eyes could not hide her helpless gaze. Even when she saw him, her pathetic appearance, wanting to scream but unable to,
Made Han Lang's heart ache like being stabbed by a knife!
He was furious!
He was truly furious!
These people had bullied Luo Jiaying to this extent. If he had been even a little later, he dared not even think about the consequences.
At this moment, he was burning with rage, his eyes bloodshot!
A bone-chilling coldness erupted from his body, and the spiritual energy circulating at full speed caused dust to fly from beneath his feet.
Through gritted teeth, he uttered a few words.
"I want you dead!"
"Whoosh!"
A figure flashed by like lightning.
The next second,
Han Lang was already in front of the floral-shirted man.
He grabbed the floral-shirted man by the neck with one hand and his wrist with the other. No matter how hard the floral-shirted man tried, the dagger could not advance even a millimeter towards Luo Jiaying's fair neck.
Then,
Han Lang yanked the floral-shirted man out from behind Luo Jiaying as if pulling a leek from dry land.
Immediately followed by a shoulder throw, he slammed him fiercely onto the ground.
"Bang!"
A loud noise echoed in the empty abandoned building.
When the dust settled, the floral-shirted man was bleeding from all seven orifices, his eyes closed, lying on the ground. The concrete beneath him even showed visible cracks.
The remaining two burly men, seeing this, were already terrified to the point of their livers and gallbladders cracking. Their legs went weak, and with a "plop," they both knelt down.
"Big brother! Spare us! We are innocent, he was the one who ordered us."
"Yes, big brother! We are just small fry, please let us go!"
At this moment, Han Lang's mind was already clouded by anger, how could he pay attention to their pleas?
He immediately raised his leg,
"Duang! Duang!"
The bodies of the two instantly flew out like kites with broken strings, smashing heavily against the wall. Their internal organs were shattered like tofu dregs, and blood seeped from their mouths, eyes, noses, and ears.
Han Lang showed no mercy, not even glancing at the three fallen men. He turned and quickly went to Luo Jiaying's side, asking anxiously.
"Xiao Ying! Xiao Ying! Are you alright?"
As he asked, he condensed his finger into a blade and cut the ropes binding her.
Once freed from her restraints, Luo Jiaying tore off the tape from her mouth and threw herself into Han Lang's arms.
"Han Lang Gege..."
She sobbed and wailed.
Hearing this call, Han Lang's heart was breaking.
He quickly took off his jacket and draped it over Luo Jiaying, then held her tightly, affectionately kissing her hair, and with a slight sob, he blamed himself.
"Don't be scared, Xiao Ying! It was my fault for being late, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."