Urban Supreme Evil Dragon

Wu Qing was filled with hatred and showed no mercy to Wang Siya, tormenting her to the point of near collapse. Even when she could no longer hold on, he showed no sign of stopping.

"Wu Qing, are you...aren't you done yet?" Wang Siya couldn't hold back any longer and couldn't help but ask Wu Qing.

Wu Qing sneered: "Isn't this what you wanted? I'm giving you what you want, shouldn't you be happy?"

Wang Siya gritted her teeth. She hadn't expected Wu Qing to be so perverted. Even though she was exhausted, he was still full of energy and showed no sign of stopping.

He secretly resented Wu Renxing for being useless, for not even bringing the Iron Fist Society members back yet.

If she dawdles any longer, Wu Qing will drive her crazy.

Just then, there was finally some movement outside.

"Wu Qing, you really do impress me. Even if you were crucified like Jesus, you still managed to escape!"

"Not only is it lively and energetic, but even its severed tongue has grown back?"

"I just don't know who was so blind and nosy to save you. And your tongue, did they put a dog's tongue on it?"

Wu Renxing's arrogant and spoiled voice followed.

Accompanying him was a cacophony of footsteps, indicating a large group of people.

Wu Qing sneered and got up to straighten his clothes.

Wang Siya collapsed, utterly exhausted, not even wanting to move a finger. She had truly been tormented to death by Wu Qing.

He stared at Wu Qing with resentment, thinking to himself, "Wu Qing, you're finished."

Just wait and see how I get my revenge by riding on your face.

Wu Qing ignored Wang Siya's resentful gaze and went to the balcony.

Then they saw Wu Renxing leading a group of ruthless members of the Iron Fist Society in the courtyard downstairs, under the bright lights.

There was also a burly man sitting in a wheelchair with one leg wrapped in bandages, who was none other than Zhang Dabiao.

"Wu Renxing, you're really something, even bringing over a useless person in a wheelchair." Wu Qing glanced at Wu Renxing with disdain and looked at Zhang Dabiao with a mocking expression.

The Iron Fist Society members were immediately enraged and told Wu Qing to shut up.

Zhang Dabiao's face was also ashen. He roared, "Kid, I'll cripple all four of your limbs later, so you'll be lying on a stretcher, unable to even sit in a wheelchair..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Wu Qing on the balcony, his voice stopped abruptly, his face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat poured out.

A roar of anger rose in his heart.

How could it be him?

Why him?

He is Wu Qing from the Wu family.

Damn it!

He was killed by Wu Renxing!

Before Zhang Dabiao could wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, his hand had already gripped the steering wheel of the electric wheelchair, ready to find a chance to escape.

After all, although he brought quite a few people, only he himself was capable of fighting, and he could handle these people even while in a wheelchair.

It was because of this confidence that he came in a wheelchair to stand up for Wu Renxing.

After all, he had just been swindled out of a million by Wu Qing, and he wanted to earn it back as soon as possible, which is why he accepted Wu Renxing's mission despite being injured.

Little did they expect to run into Wu Qing, that ruthless killer.

Wu Renxing didn't notice Zhang Dabiao's unusual behavior. He stared at Wu Qing with a sinister smile: "Wu Qing, if I can cripple you the first time, I can cripple you the second time!"

"However, I'm going to give you a chance. Get down and kneel on the ground right now, cut off your dog tongue again, and kowtow and beg for mercy. I might consider not burying you and letting you be kept as my dog."

"Otherwise, not only will I cripple you today, but I'll also chop you up and bury you in the garbage pit behind the mountain."

Wu Renxing was making threats, but he didn't notice that Zhang Dabiao had already quietly slipped away in his electric wheelchair.

The Iron Fist Gang's underlings were completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at Zhang Dabiao's bizarre actions, unsure of how to react.

Wu Qing, looking down from his vantage point, naturally witnessed this scene and couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He looked at Wu Renxing with a mocking expression and said, "Wu Renxing, I'll give you a chance. Cut off your dog tongue, kneel on the ground and repent to me, and I might consider letting you have a complete corpse buried in the garbage pit behind the mountain."

Wu Renxing narrowed his eyes, a sinister glint in them. He nodded slightly and said, "Fine, Wu Qing, you've died once already. I thought you'd be a little smarter. But you're still so foolish. Well then, for the sake of your parents raising me for so many years, I'll trouble you one more time and bury you myself!"

After speaking, Wu Renxing looked at Zhang Dabiao to the side.

Seeing that Zhang Dabiao's spot was now empty, Wu Renxing was stunned. He subconsciously looked around and was horrified to find that not only was Zhang Dabiao gone, but all the other Iron Fist Gang members were also gone.

The huge courtyard was empty; he was the only one there.

He stood there like an idiot, looking completely foolish.

"Damn it, Chairman Zhang!" Wu Renxing shouted instinctively.

Unfortunately, no one answered.

The sound even echoed in the empty courtyard.

Wu Renxing shivered, feeling a chill run from his heels straight up to the back of his head.

Turning around suddenly, I saw Wu Qing leaping directly from the balcony.

It floated down so lightly, like a leaf, that it even landed without a sound.

Wu Renxing's pupils suddenly contracted, and without saying a word, he turned and ran.

I had only taken two steps when I felt as if I had left the ground. My feet were thrashing wildly in the air, but I didn’t move an inch.

He was horrified to discover that his neck had been grabbed, like an iron clamp, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not break free.

"Wu Renxing, weren't you so arrogant just now? Why are you running away now?" Wu Qing stared at Wu Renxing with a mocking expression, his face cold.

"Wu Qing, you, you let me go right now! Let me tell you, Hong Feihu, the current president of the Iron Fist Society, is my godfather. If you dare to touch me, you'd better think carefully about the consequences!" Wu Renxing forced himself to calm down and threatened Wu Qing with a fierce but weak tone.

"Heh." Wu Qing laughed, his eyes turning cold. He kicked Wu Renxing's leg, breaking one of his legs. "You broke both my legs and cut out my tongue back then, and today I'm returning the favor!"

"what……"

Wu Renxing screamed in pain, cold sweat pouring down his face. He glared at Wu Qing, his expression a mixture of shock and rage: "You dare touch me? Chairman Hong is a martial artist; even the Su family would be wary of him! Aren't you afraid of his retaliation?"

Wu Qing's response was simple: he kicked Wu Qing's other leg and broke it.

"Ah..." Wu Renxing let out another piercing scream.

His face contorted in pain, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Wu Qing casually tossed Wu Renxing to the ground and said mockingly, "Come on, keep running."

Wu Renxing collapsed to the ground, convulsing and screaming in agony, yet he dared not move, for even the slightest movement would cause excruciating, heart-wrenching pain in his legs, making him wish he were dead.

Wu Qing, however, showed no sign of panic. Instead, she squatted down and kicked Wu Renxing's broken leg. "Does it hurt?"

Wu Renxing groaned, trembling with pain, and glared venomously at Wu Qing, "You dare kill me! Chairman Hong will definitely kill you."

"Do you want to die?" Wu Qing laughed. "That would be too easy on you."

"I will cut off your tongue and throw it outside, so you can only live a miserable life! I will let you return to the fate you were meant to have."