Zhang Yang vanished too quickly; the speed of it made Huang Hai wonder if he’d mistaken the man he saw.

After examining the scene closely, he finally confirmed that the person who had just left was indeed Zhang Yang, who was certainly no longer present, nor was Ma Wang Zhui Feng.

“Gun!

He has a gun!” Li Ya suddenly shouted, just as Long Feng, using sheer brute force, ripped open the car door and yanked the occupant out.

Once out, the man finally registered what was happening and immediately pressed a gun against Long Feng, his face contorted into a snarl.

Unfortunately, that ferocity only lasted a few seconds before it morphed into stark terror.

The gun in his hand was gone.

A white blur had shot over at some unknown moment, snatching the weapon from his grip, and now it was back on the nearby Hummer, its small paws curiously batting at the firearm.

“Rumble-rumble!” The roar of a powerful engine sounded; this not-so-old black Santana finally sputtered to life.

Tragically for the driver, before he could pull away, a strong, muscular arm yanked him out.

This man was even more pathetic than his companion.

The moment he raised his gun, Long Feng snatched it away.

If the previous thief was Lightning, this time it was Long Feng.

These two were just ordinary people.

With a gun, they had some courage, but now, disarmed and seeing the miserable state of their comrades nearby, their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.

All of this happened so fast that by the time Qi Heng and the others approached, it was completely over.

The group stood there, mouths agape, watching the scene.

No one noticed when the heavy stick slipped from Li Ya’s hand to the ground.

Only Long Cheng and Huang Jing weren't overly surprised; they knew how formidable Long Feng was.

“Lightning, the gun for me?” Long Feng ignored the two men collapsed on the ground and directly extended his hand toward Lightning.

Having spent so much time in the secular world, he understood the significance of these weapons.

Lightning, the first to seize a handgun, tossed the one it had been playing with to Long Feng with a dismissive air.

Firearms posed very little threat to it now; even Wu Ying, with its weakest defenses, would be hard-pressed to be harmed by a bullet.

What seemed like an extremely powerful weapon to ordinary people was nothing more than a trivial toy in its eyes.

“Who are you people, and who sent you?” Qi Heng walked over with his entourage and directly questioned the two conscious men.

His expression was grim.

This attack was clearly aimed at Zhang Yang, but it had also dragged him into the mess.

In Zhebei, on Hangzhou soil, someone dared to move against him.

He had already made up his mind: no matter who was behind this, he would not let them go this time.

The two men were still shaking but remained silent.

A cruel look suddenly crossed Qi Heng's face, and he slowly said, “Not talking, are you?

I can guarantee you absolutely won’t be seeing a police station.

I have places where I can entertain you properly—places that will make you wish you were dead or wish you were alive!” A blatant threat.

If it were anyone else, such a threat might be dismissed, but no one dared treat the words of Young Master Qi as a joke; he genuinely possessed the means to carry it out.

The color drained from both their faces, showing fear, but more so, sheer panic.

Clearly, they knew Young Master Qi’s identity, but answering his question would mean inviting ruin from their own master; ultimately, they would be the ones to suffer.

Before they could decide whether to speak, they both turned their heads again.

Hoofbeats sounded from behind them.

Zhang Yang had returned on the white horse at some point and was now walking slowly toward them from a short distance away.

In Zhang Yang’s hand, he was dangling a struggling figure.

Qi Heng’s gaze quickly shifted from Zhang Yang to the captive being held aloft.

“Xu Lang?” Qi Heng paused slightly, then his face darkened with even greater anger.

Seeing Xu Lang confirmed everything for him.

This fellow, having failed to purchase Zhang Yang’s Ma Wang at the racetrack