After Mad Dragon was released from prison, I shocked the world!

Lin Li had already jumped out of the car a second before the impact and stood steadily on the side of the road.

He walked to the deformed car door and grabbed the twisted door handle.

Squeak-!

A sickening metallic tearing sound rang out.

Lin Li simply ripped the entire car door off with his bare hands and tossed it aside.

"No...don't kill me..."

Wang Zhao, his face covered in blood, was pinned to his seat by the airbag and unable to move. He looked at Lin Li with terror in his eyes: "I have money... I can give you a lot of money... just let me go..."

"money?"

Lin Li reached out and grabbed Wang Zhao's hair, dragged him out of the car, and threw him on the ground.

"How much do you think Fang Wanqing's life is worth?"

"I...I didn't touch her! I really didn't touch her!"

Ignoring the excruciating pain, Wang desperately tried to move backward, crying out, "She's somewhere else! She's not hurt, she's not hurt!"

He stubbornly argued, "I... I just wanted to scare you... really..."

"Trying to scare me?"

Lin Li sneered, placing one foot on Wang Zhao's chest and slowly increasing the pressure: "You call hiring two assassins to shoot me? You call that intimidation?"

"If I didn't have some skills, I'd be the corpse lying here right now, wouldn't I?"

"Cough cough... I was wrong... Lin Li... I was really wrong..."

Wang Zhao felt like the bones in his chest were about to break, his breathing became increasingly difficult, and his face turned a deep liver color.

"The Wang family are all the same; they won't shed a tear until they see the coffin."

Lin Li's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly raised his foot and kicked Wang Zhao hard in the stomach.

boom!

Wang Zhao was kicked flying and rolled down the roadside slope, crashing into rocks and thorns before finally landing in a muddy puddle.

"ah--!"

Wang Zhao was in excruciating pain and struggled to get up.

Lin Li walked down the slope unhurriedly and came up to Wang Zhao: "Let me teach you a lesson first."

After saying that, he raised his foot and stomped hard on Wang Zhao's left leg.

Click!

"Ah!!! My leg!!!"

Wang Zhao let out a piercing scream, his eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted from the pain.

"Now can you tell me where Fang Wanqing was taken?"

Lin Li crouched down, looked at Wang Zhao who was screaming in pain, and said coldly, "I really don't have the patience to play with you anymore."

"...I'll talk! I'll talk!"

The intense pain contorted Wang Zhao's face into a grimace.

He had lived a life of luxury for most of his life and had never experienced such torment; he simply couldn't bear it.

"In...in the old textile factory dormitory building in the west of the city! That old house!"

Wang Zhao screamed and trembled as he shouted, "It was Wang Mei! She and her friends brought you there! I was just responsible for stalling you... I really don't know anything else!"

When it came to a critical moment, he didn't hesitate to sell his daughter.

"The old textile factory in the west of the city?"

Lin Li frowned. Half of that place had already been demolished, and the remaining half consisted of dilapidated buildings. Nobody ever went there. It was indeed a good place for Tibetans to hide.

He grabbed Wang Zhao by the back of his collar and pulled the middle-aged man out of the mud pit.

"lead the way."

"Ah! My leg! My leg is broken!"

Wang Zhao was still screaming in agony.

"Either lead the way, or I'll break your other leg and stuff you into the trunk?"

Lin Li looked at Wang Zhao expressionlessly.

"I...I..."

Looking into Lin Li's cold eyes, Wang Zhao swallowed back his scream.

That little bastard really dares to break his other leg too!

"I...I took a car...I gave directions..."

Lin Li snorted and dragged Wang Zhao into his car.

He got into the driver's seat and floored the accelerator.

The scenery outside the window rushed past, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Wang Zhao, sitting in the back seat, was deathly pale. He gripped the handrail tightly, his broken leg throbbing with pain from the jolting of the car, but he didn't dare utter a sound.

He looked at Lin Li's face in the rearview mirror, and his mind started wandering again.

What happened?

What exactly happened? Why did this little bastard turn into a menace after being released from prison?

Moreover, even assassins of the "Peerless Twin Killers" caliber fell into his hands!

Twenty minutes later.

The car braked suddenly and stopped in front of a dilapidated old residential area.

This is an old textile factory dormitory from the 1980s. The red brick walls are covered with withered ivy, and most of the window glass is broken.

Which building are they in?

Lin Li asked in a cold voice.

"The...the innermost building, third floor, room 302..."

Wang Zhao pointed to a red brick building in the distance and whispered, "That's the place Wang Mei was talking about..."

Lin Li unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and yanked open the back door, dragging Wang Zhao out.

"No...don't kill me..."

Wang Zhao thought Lin Li was going to kill someone, and was so frightened that he suddenly felt a heat in his crotch and urinated.

Lin Li frowned in disgust and chopped Wang Zhao on the back of the neck with a chop.

boom!

Wang Zhao rolled his eyes and fainted to the ground.

Lin Li turned around and rushed towards the red brick building, entering the building's stairwell in less than a minute.

Fang Wanqing is still in that crazy woman's hands; every second that is wasted increases the danger.

Just as Lin Li's figure disappeared into the stairwell, Wang Zhao, who had been unconscious, suddenly moved.

He squinted, a hint of hatred flashing across his face.

"You little bastard... you think you can kill me...? Not so easy..."

Wang Zhao gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain of his broken leg, and crawled inching toward the driver's seat of the car.

Lin Li got out of the car in such a hurry that he didn't remove the key or even turn off the engine so he could use the car anytime.

After crawling for a few minutes, Wang Zhao finally managed to get into the driver's seat. The pain when his broken leg touched the pedal almost made him faint again.

"Go! Go quickly!"

He dared not turn his head to the red brick building, fearing that Lin Li would run back again. He put the car in gear and floored the gas pedal.

boom!

The car immediately sped off.

Lin Li, who was in the third-floor hallway, heard the sound of an engine downstairs. He stopped in his tracks and his brows furrowed sharply.

"Damn it! That old bastard was pretending to be unconscious?"

A hint of killing intent flashed in Lin Li's eyes.

Although he didn't use his full strength in that chop, an ordinary person would definitely be unconscious for half a day. It seems that Wang Zhao unleashed his full potential in order to survive.

Chase them? Or save them?

Lin Li did not hesitate.

Wang Zhao may be able to run away, but he can't hide forever. There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with him later.

But Fang Wanqing is right here. If something happens to her, he will not only be unable to explain to Fang Huayi, but he will also be unable to get past his own conscience.

"You're lucky you survived!"

……

In room 302.

Fang Wanqing was bound hand and foot with thick hemp rope and thrown onto a dilapidated single sofa.

Her mouth was stuffed with a rag, and she could only make "mmm" sounds. Her originally exquisite makeup was half ruined, her hair was messy, and her face was full of fear and despair.