Jiang Ning suburb river bay, boat house.
"Shoot."
"Let him go!"
"Shoot!"
"You will die miserably!"
"Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?"
"Erlang! Motherf * cker — "
"…"
"What did you do!"
"Step back."
In the dim corridor of the boat house, there were no lights. The faint fire in the kitchen and the light from the oil lamp in the living room faintly dyed the two ends, as if there was a suffocating confrontation. The giant man, the crossbow, the sharp knife, and the blood were like a dying hostage. The huge man held the crossbow and shouted angrily. He could no longer suppress the evil aura on his body. Relatively speaking, the figure a few meters away seemed disproportionate to him. However, that hand just quietly held the sharp knife, hooked on that person's throat.
When the giant man's angry and threatening voice came over, the response came directly. The voice was not fierce, nor was it frivolous. It was short, quiet, and steady, like a pillar in a torrent. Sometimes it looked like it was about to be swept away by the current, but the next moment when the water splashed, it was still there without the slightest change. Almost at the moment when the giant man's words fell, the response came immediately, without the slightest hesitation or sloppiness. For a moment, the giant man's anger was suppressed.
The figure took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said word by word, "What did you do to them?"
"Guess."
"What happened —"
The roar was deafening, but the response was also suppressed by the sound wave. It was a quiet and quick sentence, "If you like, guess one more time."
The giant man's teeth trembled as he looked at the figure, as if he wanted to skin the figure alive with his eyes. Then he took a deep breath and finally took a step back.
"I was wrong …"
"That's good." The only way out was in the living room. Ning Yi looked at the step and replied coldly. He pushed the swaying hostage one step forward, and then the other slowly took another step back …
"If they are fine, then we can talk."
"Okay."
"As long as they are not dead."
"Okay."
"… Otherwise, I swear I will kill your whole family!"
"Okay."
"I will skin you and let you die a horrible death!"
"Alright."
"Ning Yi! Ning Liheng! "
It was just a few steps, a few words, and a casual and perfunctory answer. At this time, the huge man had already reached the door of the living room. The light shone on his side. As he shouted angrily, his expression seemed to twitch and twist. It was obvious that he was extremely angry at such an answer. If it was in the past, this kind of scholar would have been terrified even if he met him on the road.
Behind the hostage, the scholar, who had been cautiously looking forward with only one eye, now tilted his head and looked over coldly. However, a moment later, he realized that the other party was not expressing anything because he had shouted out that name. The scholar looked at him and then said word by word, "… Continue to retreat, continue to speak, don't. Stop. Your Majesty. "
Yang Yi slowly turned around and retreated past the threshold that separated the living room from the corridor.
The light flickered in the living room, casting his huge shadow toward the door. Yang Heng was hiding beside the door with a steel knife in his hand. He exchanged glances with Yang Yi, who was still retreating. From the moment he heard Yang Yi's words, he did not rush into the corridor. Instead, he stood by the door, ready to react. In the corridor, Ning Yi watched as the black shadow changed direction and continued pushing the hostage forward. At this moment, they could not see each other.
"Who asked you to come?"
"Fine! Yes! Yes! Rule! "
Yang Yi retreated with the crossbow in hand and kicked a stool over.
"You won't be able to escape!"
"Uh huh."
"We are outside the city. No one will come to save you!"
"Oh."
"You will still die if you leave this room!"
"Okay."
"I admit that I misjudged you, but you are just a scholar. You will be afraid! One wrong step and you will die! "
Ning Yi appeared at the door. He looked at Yang Yi coldly and turned the hostage in another direction. Yang Yi shook his head.
"I, Yang Yi, admit defeat! As long as you stay with the Yang family, we can talk about anything. "
The light was dim, and the room seemed to become even darker because of this confrontation. Yang Heng, who was by the door, leaned against the wall, steel blade in hand. His eyes were vigilant. Ning Yi was about to push the hostage into the room with the knife still pointed at him. He looked at the hand holding the knife quietly.
Yang Yi's expression softened. "I, Yang Yi, am a man of my word."
He stepped into the room and said in a slightly different tone, "What do you want to talk about?"
It was also at this moment that the atmosphere of confrontation seemed to reach its lowest point. Beside the wall, Yang Heng's left hand moved slightly as he prepared to lift it up. In the next moment, an explosive roar rang out.
"You look great —"
"Be careful —"
The tense atmosphere instantly rose to its peak. This was the first time the scholar named Ning Yi shouted. The lights and shadows flickered. The wind whistled as a black figure charged at Yang Heng. Yang Heng raised his knife and cut the rope in midair.
The crock spun and danced in the air, closing the distance between it and Yang Heng. He instinctively raised his elbow.
Boom!
"Ahhhhh —"
"Damn you —"
"Shoot!"
"I'm going to kill you —"
"You're dead! You're dead!"
"Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the trigger —"
The dim lights, the room, and the fragments of the crock shot out in all directions. The boiling oil flew at Yang Heng's upper body. Yang Yi instantly raised his crossbow and shouted angrily. He showed no signs of letting up and was about to charge at Yang Heng. Ning Yi pushed the hostage into the room and dragged him to a corner.
Yang Heng's elbow and upper body blocked a lot of the oil, so it didn't directly hit his head. However, one of his eyes was still affected. It was summer and he was only wearing an unlined shirt. At this moment, half of his body was drenched by the oil. As he screamed in pain, he swung his knife and split a chair beside him. He was still able to brazenly curse. His face and body were covered in blisters, making him look like a monster! Yang Yi shook his head forcefully when he saw that Yang Heng was about to pounce on him.
"I don't believe you'll let him go —"
"He won't dare to kill Dalang! He won't dare to kill Dalang! "
"Come on. Why aren't you pulling the trigger?"
"I won't let you out."
"Kill him!"
"Come here. No matter what I do, if anything happens, use this knife to cut his neck..."
"You won't be able to walk out of this door today!"
"Block the door!"
"His windpipe will be torn open and blood will gush out of his throat. Your son will definitely feel pain and realize that he can't breathe..."
"If he dies, you die..."
"I'll cut off your hand —"
"Do you know what it feels like to be unable to breathe? Imagine it. He'll be like a fish out of water. His entire body will twitch and his limbs will flail. His neck will be slit and he might even use his hand to dig at it. More blood will flow out of his hand until he can't feel anything at all. You can take a sip of tea and watch the entire process unfold! Come on! "
"You'll definitely die a worse death than him!"
"But he's your son!"
The three people in the room were like three points in a standoff. They moved occasionally to maintain their distance. Both of them were talking very quickly. Yang Yi raised his crossbow and blocked the door. His tone was firm as he tried to aim the crossbow at Ning Yi's vitals. Yang Heng's face was ferocious and fiery. Ning Yi spoke quickly and quietly as he stared at the two huge men in the room. Yang Heng roared angrily and looked like he was about to pounce. Ning Yi adjusted his direction slightly and he retreated.
"I won't negotiate with you anymore. You won't let my son go!"
"He won't dare to make a move!"
"If you move, I'll move!"
"None of you can leave today."
"Let's see if I can last longer or if your son can last longer..."
"Ahhh —"
Yang Heng suddenly roared and brandished his knife as if he was about to charge forward. Ning Yi's left hand, which was behind his back, took out something. Sparks flew in the room. "Come on!" It was a fire starter that he brought out from the kitchen. Yang Heng's face was twisted. He stopped in his tracks and shouted, "Throw it!"
"Of course I know how to throw it."
"Then throw it over!"
"If you have the guts, try …"
Yang Heng took a step forward. Ning Yi waved his hand and Yang Heng suddenly stopped and retreated. However, he did not really throw the match. He repeated this process several times. The tower-like burly man seemed to have thrown caution to the wind. He kept trying to get closer to Ning Yi. He was certain that Ning Yi wouldn't dare kill the hostage unless it was absolutely necessary to create chaos and an opening. Ning Yi grabbed the hostage with a knife in his right hand and shifted his position. Nearby, Yang Yi was on high alert with his crossbow in hand. Suddenly, Yang Heng and Yang Yi exchanged a look and Yang Heng suddenly pounced forward.
The tension in the room was already at its peak. The three of them tensed up. Ning Yi waved his hand and Yang Heng moved again. Then, with a loud shout, Yang Heng and Yang Yi crossed each other's positions. The match flew out of Ning Yi's hand and flew toward Yang Heng.
On the other side, Yang Yi was even faster. He kicked a stool and sent the match flying. Yang Heng charged over without any reservations. Ning Yi reached out and grabbed the oil lamp on the pillar beside him. The next moment, the oil lamp did not move. It was nailed to the pillar. Yang Heng was getting closer! He reached out to grab the knife on his nephew's neck. Yang Yi kicked the stool away and pressed forward with all his might.
Ning Yi's left hand reached into the oil lamp and the kerosene splashed out.
The room turned dark. Yang Heng's left hand grabbed the knife and pulled it open. The next moment, the dimmed flame lit up between Ning Yi and Yang Heng.
Boom —
Flames rose and blossomed! They flew in two different directions!
In that instant, Ning Yi used the wick and kerosene to ignite Yang Heng's body. At the same time, he ignited his left hand …
Amidst the flames, Yang Heng let out a blood-curdling scream, but he still managed to pull the knife away from his nephew's neck. Ning Yi forcefully pulled the knife out, and blood splattered in the flames. On the other side, Yang Yi closed in and reached out with his crossbow. Ning Yi released the hostage and rushed to the side, swinging the knife at Yang Heng's head.
"Ahhhhh …"
"Ahhh —"
"Ahhh —"
The crossbow arrow flew past Ning Yi's back. Yang Heng's body was engulfed in flames as he screamed in pain. Yang Yi's shouts and the sound of Ning Yi swinging his saber with all his might rang out. Yang Yi seized the opportunity to grab his son's shoulder and push him to the side. When he tried to grab Ning Yi, he missed. Ning Yi was originally charging in the direction where Yang Heng had swung his knife, but now he was charging with his son. Yang Yi was momentarily stunned. He watched as his brother's body burst into flames and a sharp knife was deeply embedded in his head. When he chased after Ning Yi and his son, he was shocked to discover that there was a rope tied between them.
The bloodied scholar pushed his son to the other side of the room. Then he turned around and pulled out a metal rod from his back. He pressed it against his son's throat and looked over.
Yang Heng took a few steps back and fell to the ground in flames. The flames weren't fatal. If he had rushed out and jumped into the river, it wouldn't have been fatal. However, Ning Yi had taken advantage of Yang Heng's panic and mercilessly slashed at his head. That was enough to kill him.
Everyone was scheming. Yang Heng and Yang Yi had revealed some flaws and lured Ning Yi to throw the torch. If Ning Yi hadn't walked to the oil lamp, he probably wouldn't have thrown the torch so easily. After all, this room belonged to the Yang Clan brothers. They knew that the oil lamp had been fixed, but the scholar definitely didn't. Yang Heng risked his life to take advantage of this moment of hesitation to escape. He didn't expect the scholar to react so quickly and ignite his own hand to poke Yang Heng.
On the other side of the room, the scholar was still strangling the hostage in front of him. His left hand was still gripping the hostage's chest, but the flame was still burning. When Yang Yi turned to look at him angrily, the scholar stared back at him coldly. He used his burning left hand to slap the hostage a few times. Then, he used it to slap his own body. The kerosene stuck to his wrist and couldn't be extinguished immediately. Yang Yi watched as the scholar waved his hand in the air. Then, he suddenly clenched his fist and swung it forcefully.
There was a loud bang.
Behind him was originally a wine jar made of black tiles. The wine jar was huge, so the walls of the jar were also very thick. Who knew how much strength he used to break the wine jar with a single punch. The bones in his hand were probably fractured or even fractured. Wine suddenly gushed out. The scholar put out the flames on his left arm. It sizzled and his entire hand trembled slightly. It looked like it was crippled.
However, the cold look in his eyes and the right hand holding the metal rod against his son's throat didn't move at all. His furrowed brows twitched a few times …
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