Yang Gangyao, who was tied up in big ties, was getting close to Ning Yong, and I rushed in with the fruit knife.

"Second Uncle, what's wrong?" Ning Yong asked with a look of surprise.

"I was fooled by this bastard. I guess Old Man Kong didn't leave Yunshan Town just now, but now, it's hard to say." I said angrily.

"Uh?" Ning Yong was stunned for a moment.

"Wang Hao, there is nothing false about what I just said." Yang Gangyao hurriedly said, "After going down the mountain, Old Man Kong left."

"Time, location and license plate, I asked someone to check it just now. There was no Mercedes-Benz that you mentioned that left Yunshan Town at that time. According to the information displayed on the license plate, the owner of the Mercedes-Benz was Zheng Zhi. Today, the car did not leave the city during the day." I explained in detail what Tang Yongfu had just investigated: "I will let you understand."

"Impossible!" he said.

"Haha!" I laughed, my voice became cold, and I said, "Do you still have to hold on? I don't know what good old man Kong has given you, but he actually exchanged his life for his life."

"You must have made a mistake." Yang Gangyao said again.

"Hmph!" I snorted coldly, thinking secretly about the possibility of making a mistake: "Tang Yongfu could not be unable to get along with him for the sake of Old Man Kong. He only had official positions and interests in his eyes, so the possibility of deceiving himself was almost zero. Then he had no words to lie, only Yang Gangyao in front of him was lying."

Understanding this, I narrowed my eyes slightly, and the fruit knife in my hand penetrated into Yang Gangyao's thigh. Puff! Blood spurted out in an instant, and was accompanied by his scream: "Ah..."

"I think you won't cry until you see the coffin." I said coldly, and with a puff, two knifes were inserted, and Yang Gangyao's thigh was bleeding, leaving blood out constantly. He was tough and screamed, then gritted his teeth and closed his mouth.

"Uncle Second, could you make a mistake?" Ning Yong's voice came to his ears.

"It's almost impossible to make a mistake, he's playing tricks on us." I replied.

"Yang Gangyao, you'd better be honest. For the sake of being a fellow martial arts world, you might be able to spare your life." Ning Yong suddenly rushed to say.

I saw him so tough, and I wanted to stab him a few more to see if I could still pretend to be a hero, but after Ning Yong said this, the second knife could not be stabbed anymore, so I had to stop and wait for Yang Gangyao's answer. As long as he said no, I would be going to give him a few more knifes immediately. Anyway, since I learned that I was deceived, I didn't expect to let him leave here alive.

"Mr. Kong used to be kind to me, and this time he returned his favor. That's right, I deceived you just now." Yang Gangyao first glanced at Ning Yong, then turned his head and stared at me and said.

"Bastard." Anger surged in my heart, and I couldn't help but curse again. This time, I could have killed Old Man Kong, but I never expected that it would be in Yang Gangyao's hands.

"Originally, the six of us came back together, but I always felt something was wrong in my heart, so I came back to explore the road first. Unexpectedly, there was an ambush. When I left, I made an agreement with Mr. Kong that they would leave immediately if they didn't see me in five minutes." Yang Gangyao finally told the truth.

"Say, where did they go? Give you ten seconds to consider it." I stepped on his chest, put the fruit knife in his hand on the major artery of his neck, and prepared to send him back.

"I don't know." Yang Gangyao said.

"You have six seconds to think about it. I don't know that these three words can't save your life." My eyes showed cold light and my voice said coldly.

"I really don't know, how could an old man like Kong tell me about his hiding places?" he said quickly.

"Then you go and die." I shouted coldly and prepared to take action, but Ning Yong stopped me. He grabbed my arm so that he could not move at all: "Second uncle..."

"Let go!" I turned my door and glared at Ning Yong coldly.

"Uncle Second, killing him can't solve the problem. There are fewer and fewer people who teach martial arts. The real traditional Chinese martial arts are about to be lost." Ning Yong said with a pleading look.

"Let go! If you don't let go, don't call me Uncle Second in the future." My voice suddenly increased a few degrees, and my tone was quite stern.

Ning Yong and I looked at each other for a few seconds. At the end of the moment, he sighed and let go of his hand. The next second, when he was about to end Yang Gangyao's life, he suddenly shouted loudly: "Wait!"

"You have any last words to keep and tell the King of Hell." I was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.

"Maybe I can help you find Mr. Kong again." Yang Gangyao shouted quickly.

The knife stopped, but a thin bloody cut appeared on his neck, which was very shallow, and did not cut off the major artery.

"How to find it? Don't you want to repay favors to others? It seems that life is more important than favors." I mocked him.

"The favor was paid back just now, but now it's another matter." He said, without any guilt or shame.

"Tell me, in short, there is only one way in front of you now, either Old Man Kong dies or you dies." I said coldly. After being with Ouyang Rujing for a long time, I often speak in that cold tone.
Chapter completed!