Instantly, a distinct fist imprint appeared on the smooth wall, leaving the two men staring in disbelief, their pupils dilating.
When they saw Wang Longhu release his palm, it was covered in sweat, and their expressions became even more horrified.
The young man in front of them wasn’t just any ordinary one; he might as well be a monster.
"What are you talking about? We don’t know."
Facing a master, even a slight misstep could lead to a grim death at his hands. In the end, these two chose to feign ignorance.
Lu Pingshan had been operating in Hong Kong for many years, and could be considered a figure whose words could shake the underground world. Moreover, his martial arts skills were not low. Those under him had witnessed his thunderous methods.
So no one dared to easily betray Lu Pingshan, even under the threat of a master.
"Stubborn fools." Wang Longhu snorted coldly, pointing with a finger. When his fingertip touched one man’s arm, a strand of dark force instantly penetrated into the man’s body.
Initially as soft as feathers and gentle as water, the dark force exploded just as it entered the man’s arm, shattering meridians and damaging muscles and bones like a storm of blossoms.
The man knelt on the ground in pain, and in just a second or two, sweat poured from his forehead, and large droplets of it dripped onto the floor, soaking the stairs.
The man’s forearm was now covered in bruises, purple mixed with blue, shining red beneath the skin with blood-red meridians, extremely grotesque.
It was Wang Longhu’s dark force that injured his blood vessels and muscles. Without another dark force martial artist to heal him, the guy’s arm would be completely ruined, starting to decay within three days and ultimately needing amputation to save his life.
"Down, he’s already been taken downstairs."
Seeing his companion in such agony, the tall man’s face turned pale with fear. He could tell that Wang Longhu’s strength far exceeded his own, and facing him head-on would be a path to death.
When Wang Longhu’s gaze swept over, this person couldn’t help but tell him the answer he wanted in reflex.
However, Wang Longhu responded by knocking them both out in an instant with a single palm strike.
Stepping over to the window by the stairs and looking down, Wang Longhu quickly spotted a man supporting Zheng Dongliang and heading towards an old BMW X5 parked by the roadside, amidst a crowded street bustling with young people.
Currently on the third floor, approximately fifteen meters above the ground, if Wang Longhu were to run to the first floor, even with his lightweight skill, the opponent would have driven off by then, making it impossible to find Zheng Dongliang in the sea of people.
"Just how many people has this kid’s family offended, for someone to keep trying to kidnap him," Wang Longhu muttered, pushing off the window ledge, flying out like a spear toward the ground.
"Hurry up, get him in the car, we’ve already contacted the butler. A boat will dock at the pier in twenty minutes to pick us up back to Hong Kong,"
Wu Xiong called to his two subordinates while glancing back at the stairway from which they emerged, planning to wait for the other two catching up.
As he turned back, a roaring explosion erupted behind him from the BMW X5, drawing shocked stares from countless bystanders.
A figure had descended from the sky, landing squarely on the roof of the BMW X5, denting it in completely. The airbags deployed, leaving Wu Xiong dumbfounded.
A person stood on the car roof with hands behind his back, as if an immortal, looking down with domineering eyes at the kidnappers holding Zheng Dongliang. Though he said nothing, he emitted a chilling aura.
"Is, is that even a human?" Wu Xiong instinctively reached for his pocket, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead.
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"From the way he’s acting, it’s clearly a domestic drama, unbelievable. Whatever, let me take a photo and post it on social media first."
Wang Longhu’s action instantly sparked chatter and astonishment among the onlookers. No one saw how high Wang Longhu jumped from, but the fact that he dented the car roof with his force was already impressive.
While practicing lightweight skill on Long Pit’s back mountain, Wang Longhu often absorbed the impact when falling from cliffs seven to eight meters high, mastering the skill fluidly.
With a swift move, Wang Longhu leaped off the car roof toward Wu Xiong. Not knowing the purpose behind the kidnapping of Zheng Dongliang, it was best to knock them out and let the police investigate.
Wu Xiong’s pupils shrank. He hadn’t fought Wang Longhu before, but the overwhelming aura as he approached was like a mountain weighing him down, waves crashing over him.
Heavy, overwhelming, this was Wang Longhu’s presence.
Gritting his tongue for pain-induced focus, Wu Xiong drew a cold flash from his pocket as Wang Longhu struck, slashing at the oncoming five fingers.
A knife reflecting white light.