This day, the weather was exceptionally clear. Yuecheng at night was also filled with a bright moon and sparse stars, with a gentle breeze that made one feel incredibly comfortable.
Yet, beneath this tranquil night, pockets of urban sin were shrouded.
Outside a bustling shopping mall.
"Brother Le, the target has been located. However, he's been with Miss Cao the entire time. What should we do?"
"Miss Cao cannot be touched. You wait for your chance. Once they separate, strike immediately!"
"Understood!"
Within a quiet residential area.
"Brother Le, we've also reached the designated location, but those two old fellows don't seem to be back yet."
"Then you wait. The moment they appear, act at once!"
"Yes."
In a lively night market.
"Brother Le, we're keeping an eye on them here too, but there are too many people around right now. I plan to wait until they move to a less crowded spot before making a move."
"You may! But you must also be careful not to be discovered."
"Don't worry, Brother Le!"
...
A group of thugs targeting the Han family was lurking in the shadows, watching intently, while the Han family remained completely unaware.
"Burp!"
Luo Jiaying let out a satisfied burp, rubbing her stomach while continuously praising the night market's delicacies.
"The snacks on this street are too delicious! I'm stuffed! Brother Han Lang, thank you for accompanying me shopping today."
"I promised you last time, but I had to break it. Since I have free time today, I'm making it up to you."
"Hehe... Brother Han Lang is the best!"
Luo Jiaying's face was beaming with happiness, but although her heart was content, her stomach truly couldn't hold any more.
"But Brother Han Lang, I really can't eat anymore. Why don't you accompany me to the riverside for a walk to help digest?"
"Alright, I'll do whatever you say today."
With that, Luo Jiaying happily linked her arm with Han Lang's and skipped towards the riverside.
"Brother Han Lang, my roommates in the dorm said that the facial masks your company produces are very popular. Every time they're launched, they sell out immediately. They all want to buy them but are frustrated they can never get their hands on them. Can you help me pull some strings and reserve some for them?"
Han Lang chuckled.
"This is a small matter. When we get home, I'll talk to Han Kang and have him gift each of your friends a hundred pieces. How does that sound?"
"That's great!"
Luo Jiaying was so excited she almost jumped, then pouted and said.
"I want some too! Can you ask Brother Han Kang to bring some back for me?"
Unexpectedly, Han Lang refused without a second thought.
"Hey, you don't need it! Your skin is so good, and you're naturally beautiful. How can you use such low-grade products! I promise you, when I have time, I'll personally create a formula with even better effects for you. What do you think?"
"You said it yourself! You can't lie to me!"
"Of course, when have I ever lied to you?"
...
As the two chatted happily, a group of men with strange demeanors appeared in front and behind them.
Each of them kept their hands hidden inside their jackets, seemingly holding some objects.
Han Lang immediately became vigilant.
As expected, as the group approached, they all drew out machetes and steel pipes hidden in their clothes and charged at them, shouting.
"Ah!"
Luo Jiaying was terrified and screamed.
Han Lang also shielded her behind him as quickly as possible.
When the group menacingly raised their weapons, Han Lang did not hesitate to act.
"Duang!"
He kicked one person flying, taking down the other thugs behind him as well.
Seizing the opening, he asked with a solemn expression.
"Who are you people? Who sent you?"
To his surprise, after the fallen group got up, not a single one answered his question. They raised their machetes again and charged forward ferociously.
Han Lang dared not be careless.
If he were alone, he would not have feared them at all.
But now, the defenseless Luo Jiaying stood behind him, and judging by their demeanor, they didn't seem inclined to abide by any martial ethics.
Therefore, he dared not take any risks!
He could only resist within the narrow confines of their encirclement.
Soon, gleaming machetes were within reach, and the cold glint of the blades flashed into Han Lang's eyes one after another.
Han Lang no longer hesitated.
He raised his elbows to block their wrists and punched them hard in the chest and arms.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
One was the sound of a broken ribcage, two were the sounds of shattered arm bones!
"Ah!"
Screams of agony immediately ensued.
The other thugs, their eyes red with fury, gritted their teeth and lunged at Han Lang.
Han Lang raised his right leg high, kicking two men away with thuds, then his fists and feet flew, knocking the entire group to the ground one by one.
The remaining thugs were stunned.
They had not expected Han Lang to possess such combat power alone!
Realizing they had met their match, they exchanged glances, confronting him but not daring to advance.
Suddenly, a thug shouted.
"Wounded brothers retreat first! Others, don't get too close to him. Find an opportunity to get the little lady behind him!"
The thugs understood, but Han Lang's expression turned grave.
The attackers were numerous, and even with his speed as a cultivator, he couldn't guarantee Luo Jiaying's absolute safety.
Unable to act decisively for fear of harming her, he could only focus all his attention on defending against every enemy around him.
A tug-of-war instantly began!
The thugs dared not advance directly, only probing the limits of Han Lang's attack range step by step, while also trying to lure him away.
Han Lang, on the other hand, dared not make a rash move, only defending passively in front of Luo Jiaying.
Suddenly, he had an idea!
"Xiao Ying, take out your phone and call the police! I don't believe they'll dare to continue this stalemate!"
Luo Jiaying nodded quickly and fumbled for her phone, dialing 110.
Seeing this, the thugs all wore expressions of "You're not playing by the rules," and then, with resentful helplessness, they gave the order.
"Retreat!"
Within two breaths, the thugs vanished from their sight.
Luo Jiaying also recovered from her shock and anxiously checked Han Lang's body, asking with concern.
"Brother Han Lang, are you okay? Are you injured?"
Han Lang shook his head, but his expression remained grave.
"I'm fine! But these people are strange. They attacked us without a word, their objective was clearly defined. I'm worried..."
Before he could finish speaking, his phone rang.
Han Lang quickly answered.
"Hello, Han Kang!"
But what came through was Cao Xuerong's sobbing.
"Han Lang... we were attacked by a group of unidentified people. Han Kang is injured and currently unconscious. I'm on my way to take him to the People's Hospital. Hurry and come save him!"
Hearing Cao Xuerong's anxious cries, Han Lang quickly pulled Luo Jiaying back to where they parked their car and replied.
"Okay! I'm coming right over! Make sure the doctor stabilizes his vital signs first!"
With that, he hung up the phone.
Then, he rushed towards the People's Hospital at his fastest speed!