Chapter 41: Night Slaughter

  Li Mengya had never heard of the name Tianta Group, after listening to Ma Deshui's words, Li Mengya immediately submitted an application to her superiors, requesting a thorough investigation into the matter.

  Ren Yingqiu ran over with a stout body, looking at the two people shot on the ground. His face was dark and he scolded Li Mengya: "Who allowed you to shoot! I told you not to act arbitrarily! Look at your behavior!"

  Li Mengya said: "At that time, the situation was too urgent, and Director Ren had to bring these two people in for immediate trial. I suspect that the mastermind behind this vicious incident is the Tianda Group."

  "You've been suspended!" Ren Yingqiu scowled, unable to understand why Li Mengya was so disobedient. Did she think Tian Da Group was someone to be trifled with?!

  Song Jian waved his hand at Li Mengya, letting her stop arguing.

  The scene was directed by Ren Yingqiu. It has to be said that apart from being good at eating and having a good appearance, Ren Yingqiu is also a very capable director.

  Song Jian has already instructed Ma De Shui to let his workers conceal the truth and only say that Li Meng Ya was the one who fired the shot. After all, Li Meng Ya is a police officer and has the right to carry a gun. If Ren Ying Qiu finds out that it was Song Jian who fired the shot, there will be big trouble.

  Song Jian looked at Li Mengya who had turned red in the face, walked over, smiled slightly and said: "Don't mind, you can go directly to the director to appeal."

  Li Mengya listened to this and shook her head, saying: "I... I don't want to go."

  Song Jian knew that Li Mengya's skin was thin and wouldn't get too involved in these things, so after saying a few words to Ma Deshui, he left the scene with Li Mengya.

  Ren Yingqiu's face turned iron-green as he watched the two knife-wielding men being carried into the hospital, muttering under his breath: "Damn it, this is a society ruled by law, you're being too arrogant. And Li Mengya, that little girl, actually took the initiative to shoot and injure someone, and even caught them. How can this be good?"

  After some thought, Ren Yingqiu still made a phone call and told him that something had happened over here.

  "Hehe, Director Ren, this matter still needs to rely on you. Those two young brothers are all relying on you to take care of them. Don't worry, Director Ren, as long as you do a good job in this position, your future career path... Hehe..." The old man on the other end of the phone wasn't worried at all.

  Ren Yingqiu silently cursed again in her heart and said aloud: "Alright, I understand."

  After cleaning up the scene and comforting the construction workers, Ren Yingqiu led his team back to the police station, personally handling the matter. Of course, the injured knife-wielding man was being treated in hospital and could only be briefly questioned. After Ren Yingqiu had discreetly instructed them, those two people would naturally not reveal the true forces behind their backs.

  Back to the shooting range, it's getting dark too.

  Song Jian invited Li Mengya to have a meal with him, letting her ease her depressed mood.

  After glancing at the menu, Song Jian ordered a bottle of red wine and started clinking glasses with Li Mengya.

  Under the influence of wine, the two people's conversation became more lively and frequent.

  Li Mengya waved the high-heeled cup in her hand, her face flushed with excitement, and said: "Song Jian, do you know what my dream is?"

  Song Jian was eating his meal with a big appetite, as he always had a large capacity for food. He said, "I think it's definitely not to be a brave policewoman."

  Li Mengya nodded, her chest slightly above the dinner table, and so those two round balls appeared on the dinner table with a perfect arc shape, a very seductive arc.

  "Actually, I'd rather be a man of letters, sitting in front of the computer, writing my own poetry and sharing the joys and sorrows of the protagonist with thousands of readers." Li Mengya's voice was very soft, as if she were talking in her sleep. "Unfortunately, unfortunately, I was born into a special family - my grandfather was a soldier, my mother was a soldier, my father was a public security officer, my uncles and cousins were all armed police officers... so, I could only follow this path."

  Song Jian thought for a moment and said: "Actually, perhaps female writers are more suitable for you."

  Li Mengya smiled at Song Jianwan and said, "Of course, but all these years, I've spent my life in the midst of swords and guns, and never once held a pen. It seems that this lifetime is hopeless for doing what I like as a career."

  Song Jian shook his head, "That's not necessarily true, fate is always unpredictable."

  Li Mengya took a sip of red wine and said: "Song Jian, what about you? You can't be a driver for the rest of your life. What's your dream?"

  "What about me?" Song Jian was taken aback, then let out a soft sigh and said, "I quite like being a driver. However, I must do something for the ancestors and descendants of my Song family."

  The two people chatted happily and had a meal that lasted more than two hours. After Song Jian finished the food on the table, they finally said their goodbyes.

  "Don't blame me for drunk driving," Song Jian got into the car and said to Li Mengya outside the window, "If my car is detained, I'll have to ask you for more help."

  "I'm not a traffic cop," Li Mengya tossed her head at Song Jian, got dizzily on the motorcycle and roared away.

  Song Jian took a deep breath, fastened his seatbelt and drove towards home.

  Entering Jinxiu Jiayuan community, Song Jian drove into the underground garage.

  Park the car well, Song Jian walked to the elevator and was about to go up.

  Although the underground garage is only one floor, as a high-end community, there are still dedicated enclosed elevators from the garage to the ground.

  At the moment when Song Jian's fingers pressed the elevator button, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine as a cold air seemed to emanate from the elevator.

  It was an inexplicable instinct, and after taking the Washing Marrow Pill, Song Jian found that this instinct of his had become even stronger.

  The elevator door creaked open, and a black gun barrel appeared in Song Jian's line of sight.

  With preparation, Song Jian naturally wouldn't be shot, his body leaned forward, and he charged forward fiercely.

  With a "psst" sound, the pistol equipped with a silencer emitted a burst of flames, and then the bullet flew out from the gap in the door and hit the stone pillar opposite the elevator.

  Song Jian took advantage of this opportunity and rushed directly into the elevator, slapping his palm towards the handgun.

  The man with the gun did not panic, in fact, shooting in an elevator is very dangerous because bullets will bounce around in this enclosed space and one careless move could lead to self-inflicted injury.

  Song Jian dodged his first bullet, and the killer threw away the gun in his hand, simultaneously clashing with Song Jian in close combat.

  Song Jian saw that the other party had directly thrown away their gun, he knew that this meant the other party was very confident in their own skills, and they must still have other sharp objects on them.

  Before he could think too much, Song Jian's palms shot out like flowers towards his opponent's chin and chest.

  "Hmph, overestimating one's abilities." The opponent sneered and laughed lightly, both fists and hands coming at Song Jian like a sudden storm. This person was Han Peng, who was naturally very confident because he had seen Song Jian's skills before.

  At the entrance of Gusu University, Han Peng personally saw that Song Jian had a hard time dealing with several ordinary students. In Han Peng's heart, Song Jian was just an unremarkable practitioner. Although he didn't know how Song Jian sensed his presence and avoided his attack, Han Peng still had confidence in his own skills. Since he couldn't shoot Song Jian with his gun, he would use his fists, feet, and dagger to take care of him instead.

  With a creak, the elevator doors slowly closed. Han Peng had already destroyed all the surveillance cameras and lights in the elevator, fearing they might capture his image. Han Peng was an assassin who knew how to enjoy life, but he was also a cautious one. So even when dealing with ordinary people like Song Jian, Han Peng didn't make any unnecessary moves. Hiding in the elevator, as soon as he saw Song Jian, he shot him without hesitation. If that didn't kill him, he would immediately follow up with punches and kicks. Caution had always been Han Peng's guiding principle.

  Surrounded by darkness, Han Peng's fists and feet carried a burst of power that kept swinging towards Song Jian.

  At this moment, Song Jian smiled, he knew that the other side had underestimated him.

  With a clash of palms, Song Jian followed the opponent's fist strength and suddenly pushed forward with great force. Han Peng felt a surge of power pushing him forward, his body involuntarily tilting forward.

  Song Jianxu took advantage of the momentum and stretched out his foot, making a sudden kick, while his body followed up closely, exactly the "entwining" technique of Wuji Health Qigong.

  Wuji's fitness kung fu was originally the ancestor of Tai Chi and Xingyiquan. At this moment, the "twist" trick came out, and Han Peng suddenly felt himself trapped in a swamp, surrounded by softness, he couldn't exert any strength at all. However, the opponent's strength was like a whirlpool, constantly pulling him, making his breathing more and more difficult.

  "Impossible! This can't be!" Han Peng cried out weakly in the darkness. But he didn't know that Song Jian, after taking the Washing Marrow Pill, had already made a qualitative leap in his kung fu and was no longer the insignificant little bird of before.

  Song Jian didn't dare to relax, his hands suddenly flipped over, and the inch of force was released. With a "crack" sound, Han Peng's right wrist was directly broken off. Song Jian's footsteps shifted sideways, and his arm exerted force again.

  In the darkness, only the sound of "crack crack" continued to ring out. In just one breath, Han Peng's twelve joints in his hands and feet were all broken, turning him into a cripple, like a pile of rotten meat lying on the ground, unable to move again.

  Song Jian pressed the elevator door open, and the light shone out, sizing up this killer. The killer's eyebrows and eyes were surprisingly delicate, completely unable to see any sign of great evil.

  "Who brought you here," Song Jian dragged Han Peng's hair out of the elevator and picked up the gun on the ground.

  "What you just used... was that Tai Chi?" Han Peng gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and looked at Song Jian.

  Song Jian let out a cold hum and said, "Perhaps."

  Han Peng burst out laughing, "Tai Chi? Haha, ridiculous! The old lady's exercise routine can actually beat my ten years of hard practice!"

  "Why do you want to kill me? Who sent you?" Song Jian asked again, his eyes revealing a cold glint.

  "Hmph, I've fallen into your hands, I admit it. As a hitman for seven years, I've killed no less than fifty people, including high-ranking officials and business tycoons. But I never thought I'd fall at your hands. It was Leopard Head who sent me here, with a 100,000 yuan bounty, but in the end, I ended up falling flat on my face. You're Song Jian, right? Let me give you some advice: if you want to stay alive, you have no choice but to take the initiative and strike first. Otherwise, you'll eventually die at Leopard Head's hands. Hmph..."

  Han Peng finished speaking, his head tilted to one side, and a stream of blood flowed out of his mouth.

  Song Jian knew that Han Peng had poisoned himself to death. Han Peng's subordinates had committed too many crimes, and even if they didn't die now, after being interrogated, they would still be sentenced to death.

  He glanced at the gun in his hand, Song Jian wiped off his fingerprints and threw it onto Han Peng's body. He stood still for a moment, thinking to himself, and made up his mind.

  Song Jian took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

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