"Hey, it's so lively here. Am I late?" A crisp and cheerful laughter came from the door behind him, as if it instantly broke the tight and depressing atmosphere in the garden. The guards guarding the door saw clearly before putting down their guns, and even took the initiative to open the door for her.

Leng Sa changed the clothes he had changed to facilitate his movements, and was still wearing the knee-length dress he had attended the birthday party. She was wearing glasses and a suit and dressed in a well-dressed manner.

Fu Fengcheng looked back at her, looked at her carefully before saying, "It's not too late, it's just right. Didn't you scare your wife just now?"

Leng Sa blinked, "Fortunately, I accidentally slept for a night and didn't hear anything. It was... in the hall in front... there seemed to be a lot of people dead. Is something wrong?"

His eyes slowly moved from Hong Tianci, who looked as if he was dead, to Shang Feiyun and Long Boyun, raised his eyebrows and said, "Two, what's wrong?"

Long Boyun smiled bitterly, "I've eaten my stomach."

"Be careful in the future, you can't eat anything randomly." Leng Sa said with concern.

Long Boyun nodded, "The young lady is right."

Fu Fengcheng reached out and pulled Leng Sa to his side, opened the palm of her right hand and looked at it and held it again.

Leng Sa breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was not injured. Sometimes he was a little melee in this melee and was really not good even if he was fully prepared. He leaned over and approached Fu Fengcheng and asked in a low voice, "Is it okay?"

Fu Fengcheng shook his head, "It's okay."

The gunshots gradually subsided, and Fu Fengcheng glanced at the people in the garden and said, "Let's go."

It was almost 11:30 in the evening. It seemed like half an hour had passed, but for the people in it, it seemed as long as a night had passed.

Leng Sa turned his wheelchair and pushed Fu Fengcheng towards the back door of the hotel behind him, and others followed. Hong Tianci, the most embarrassing person, was held in his hand. This was the help his former bodyguard who saw that he could not walk and gave him the help of his former boss.

Just walked into the hotel lobby, but the situation made people feel a little happy.

Sitting next to the sofa in a corner of the magnificent lobby where guests can rest are three handsome men with different appearances and temperaments.

Wei Changxiu was wearing a plain long gown and was drinking tea with a simple blue and white tea cup, and was gentle and elegant in style of Confucianism and business.

Long Yue was wearing a uniform, with a tall and handsome face, and his long legs in long leather boots were lazily placed on the ground. He leaned back against the sofa, but he still had a strong presence and a sense of threat.

Xiao Yiran sat on the other side with a frown, looking at this and that one at a time.

There were a large circle of people carrying live ammunition around them, but these guns were not aimed at them, but at two middle-aged men not far away from them.

However, these two middle-aged men held an old man with a thin face and gray hair in their hands.

"What's going on?" Fu Fengcheng said coldly.

Wei Changxiu looked at the person coming in from the back hall, raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that he has done it?"

Fu Fengcheng said, "It seems you have made a mistake."

"..." The three people who made mistakes looked a little unfavorable. Wei Changxiu said calmly: "None of them ran away, it's not a mistake." He was just a hostage accidentally. If he ignored the life or death of the hostage, his actions tonight would be perfect.

"You can kill them now and you can't escape." Long Yue said.

Xiao Yiran hurriedly said, "Not very good, this..." He glanced at the poor old man who was held hostage, "This is..."

"Teacher." Fu Fengcheng looked at the old man who was being held hostage and nodded respectfully.

The old man was pressed on his neck with a gun that could not move, so he could only nod at him with some difficulty.

Xiao Yiran added with a terrible look on his face, "Fu Dashao's enlightenment teacher when he was a child, former professor of the History Department of Yongcheng University, and a famous domestic expert in war history research."

"..." Wei Changxiu and Long Yue looked at each other. Isn't this a coincidence?

Leng Sa dragged Fu Fengcheng to the opposite of the two hostages. Fu Fengcheng looked at them indifferently, "What do you want?"

"Let Hong Tianci be released and let us go." A middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

Fu Fengcheng turned his head and seemed to be thinking. Another middle-aged man pointed the old man's neck impatiently with the gun and sneered, "The teacher is so angry. It seems that Master Fu doesn't care so much about this old man. He is really a hypocritical hypocrite!"

"..." Leng Sa was shocked. These people actually thought Fu Fengcheng was a gentleman? What gave them such an illusion?

Fu Fengcheng quickly considered it clearly and nodded and said, "Yes."

"..." I agreed too readily and didn't know if I should believe it.

The suspicion and vigilance in the eyes of the two bandits staring at Fu Fengcheng became even stronger. But Fu Fengcheng didn't care what they were thinking and waved his hand to the person who was holding Hong Tianci over.

The young bodyguard readily threw Hong Tianci to the two people, and a dull sound came after Hong Tianci's muffled groan.

Leng Sa heard clearly that Hong Tianci's leg bone was broken.

Many people in the garden just now couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the bodyguard. This is your former boss. Even if you turn against him, you can't turn your back so quickly.

The bodyguard's young face was a little embarrassed and explained, "I didn't mean it."

A bandit leaned over to pick Hong Tianci up, and only heard Hong Tianci's painful groan. An elderly man had just broken one shoulder bone, and now his leg bone was broken, so he obviously could not walk independently. It was okay for two people to take a hostage, but it was too difficult to evacuate with a wounded person.

"Let all your people retreat and retreat further!"

Fu Fengcheng nodded and signaled everyone around to push it away.

Leng Sa looked down at Fu Fengcheng, indicating with his eyes whether she needed her help. Fu Fengcheng shook his head slightly, with a plain expression, "You can leave now, the car is outside."

Wei Changxiu and Long Yue raised their eyebrows when they heard this, but neither spoke out against Fu Fengcheng's behavior of letting the tiger return to the mountain.

"Wait." A kidnapper suddenly thought of something and said in a deep voice.

Everyone looked at him, and he pointed at the gun and stood beside Fu Fengcheng and said, "Let her come over and replace him."

The old man in his hand is in his seventies and eighties. He may die accidentally. What's more, who is still paying attention to heaven, earth, king, relatives and teachers these days? Where is the important thing for teachers to have a wife?

This is just an enlightenment teacher. Fu Fengcheng went abroad at the age of nine. How deep can he have to do with him?

"Me?" Leng Sa blinked.

What is this? People sit at home, and the pot comes from the sky?

Fu Yucheng couldn't help but open his eyes and opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything but slowly closed it.

Long Yue looked at Leng Sa with great interest and let out an unknown laugh. He was already sitting up against the sofa, as if he suddenly felt energetic.

"You'd better be careful. I heard that Mrs. Fu is good at it." Hong Tianci reminded hoarsely, but even so, he didn't realize that the gunman who made him hate tonight was Leng Sa in front of him.

The two bandits sneered and disagreed. How good can they be? In their opinion, women are at most Shang Feiyun's level, but what is Shang Feiyun's origin and what is the wife of the Fu family?

Leng Sa sighed helplessly, and it was very good to play occasionally with the scene of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

"I'll come here, you let the person go." Leng Sa said.

Everyone looked at Fu Fengcheng. Fu Fengcheng didn't say anything or look at Leng Sa, and his expression was indifferent and ruthless, seemed to be careless.

Xiao Yiran laughed and said, "It seems that Mr. Fu doesn't care much about the young lady? Don't do a loss-making deal."

The bandits who made this request before were also hesitant. Fu Fengcheng looked like this, but he didn't even have a good relationship with his wife like the news they received.

Is it because their news is wrong or...Fu Fengcheng pretends not to care?

Leng Sa stood aside and looked at them hesitantly and felt impatient, "Can you change it?"

"Switch! Come here!" The bandits soon made up their minds. At least the eldest lady of the Fu family seemed much more valuable than an enlightenment teacher.

The old man with a gun on his neck turned his head to look at Leng Sa with some difficulty, "No need... I'm so old..."

"It is because the sir is old that these things should be left to us young people to do." Leng Sa interrupted the other party with a smile and walked over.

"Be calm and don't act rashly." The bandit warned loudly at Leng Sa.

Leng Sa shrugged and raised his hands to show that he had no weapons and was absolutely safe and harmless.

After grabbing Leng Sa's hand, the two bandits breathed a sigh of relief, and then they pushed the old man out rudely. Leng Sa reminded: "Be polite to the old man."

"Shut up!" the bandit said irritably.

One person pushed Leng Sa to walk out, and one person leaned over to pull Hong Tianci.

Leng Sa personally thinks this is not a good idea. Their best choice should be to kill Hong Tianci directly, and then the two of them will take her out together, and the possibility of safety will be much greater.

While the man leaned over to pull Hong Tianci, Fu Fengcheng opposite suddenly pulled out his gun and attacked the man. At the same time, Leng Sa, who was originally being escorted in front, suddenly slanted his body and the muzzle slid away from her neck.

"You are cheating!" The man roared and quickly grabbed Leng Sa. Leng Sa raised his foot and kicked him accurately on the knee. The man took a step back uncontrollably, but the arm holding the gun was held by someone. The person in front of him moved his arm and twisted it hard. The clicking sound was so clear that it made people feel that he had a bone ache.

The man fell to the ground with a sob, stepped on his arm with one foot, and another wail came.

Leng Sa was wearing a dress tonight, paired with a pair of silver and white high heels.

The sharp heel is definitely a sharp weapon, and the feeling of stepping on the arm... Hiss, it hurts so much!

Leng Sa looked around and stared at the onlookers, and pulled the messy shawl on her shoulders apologetically to maintain her image as a famous lady, "Sorry, I'm rude."
Chapter completed!