Chapter 351 - 271: White Dao Prefecture! Liang Cheng, Lu Yunqing’s Methods! (2)
Chapter 351: Chapter 271: White Dao Prefecture! Liang Cheng, Lu Yunqing’s Methods! (2)
Lu Yunqing frowned slightly and whispered, "Mr. Ceng, don’t kill him, we still need to get some useful information."
Liang Chengpouted, slightly loosened his foot, his face full of black lines, and looked speechlessly at Lu Yunqing.
"Cousin Yunqing, you little brat!"
"When you were beating this beast just now, you were much more ruthless than me!"
As he finished speaking, Liang Cheng’s gaze inadvertently glanced at Yan Chengping at his feet.
At this moment, Yan Chengping was lying painfully on the ground, covering his crotch with both hands, curling up in agony.
When Liang Cheng’s gaze fell on Yan Chengping’s crotch, there was a faint dark stain.
It was indistinguishable whether Yan Chengping was scared and wet himself or had blood seeping out after a heavy hit.
After all, Lu Yunqing showed no mercy when he struck.
Under the full-force kicks of Lu Yunqing, a Martial Artist in Bone Training Realm, even Liang Cheng felt a chill down his spine.
Anyway, whatever was under Yan Chengping’s crotch was surely crushed by this devious guy, Lu Yunqing.
Lu Yunqing awkwardly scratched his head, unable to suppress a sheepish smile on his face.
A gentle breeze passed, taking away the cries of the mysterious figure on the ground but unable to disperse the strong scent of blood in the air.
Su An, Liang Cheng, and Lu Yunqing’s figures appeared exceptionally stern under the dim lanterns.
Yan Chengping’s pleas for mercy, mixed with cries, never ceased.
"Help! Save me!"
Though the voice became weaker, Yan Chengping kept shouting desperately, as if trying to grasp the last straw.
"Murder!"
"Murder!"
Su An glanced coldly at Yan Chengping, then spat out two words: "Take him away!"
Before his words were finished, Su An’s figure flickered, transforming into a shadow speeding into the distance.
In just a few breaths, Su An disappeared swiftly into the night.
Beside him, Liang Cheng looked disdainfully at Yan Chengping, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.
Then, he furrowed his brows and mumbled, "Seems to be a bit troublesome, Cousin Yunqing!"
At this moment, Yan Chengping was covered in blood, his clothes in shreds, his face a bloody mess, utterly miserable.
Even Liang Cheng couldn’t help but feel a headache at the sight—this guy was disgusting.
There wasn’t a spot intact on his body, blood-stained, looking like he was pulled from a blood pool.
If Yan Chengping could hear Liang Cheng’s thoughts, he’d likely die without peace.
This mess, indeed, isn’t your two bastards’ doing!
Lu Yunqing, seeing this, also wore a look of disgust.
He quickly frowned, glanced around.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, pointing not far away, he said, "Mr. Ceng, there’s a rag over there!"
Liang Cheng followed Lu Yunqing’s pointing direction and indeed saw a dirty rag in the corner.
"Just right!"
Without hesitation, Liang Cheng walked over quickly, grabbed the rag, shook off the dust.
Then, he quickly walked back to Yan Chengping’s side.
"Yan Chengping, if you weren’t still of use, I’d have killed you long ago!"
Liang Cheng grumbled angrily while wrapping Yan Chengping up with the rag, binding him tightly like a zongzi.
During the binding process, Liang Cheng showed no mercy; he didn’t care about Yan Chengping’s injuries.
Watching Liang Cheng’s actions, Lu Yunqing couldn’t help but laugh, "Mr. Ceng, your technique is quite skilled."
"No wonder you’re the famous Chief Constable of Qingyun County!"
Liang Cheng rolled his eyes, replied irritably, "Less nonsense!"
"Hurry over here and help carry this beast away!"
"Mr. Su is still there at Feng Mansion, waiting for us!"
With that, the two teamed up to carry Yan Chengping, completely ignoring his resistance.
Though Yan Chengping was covered in blood, fortunately, he was tightly wrapped with the rag, not staining Liang Cheng and others’ clothes.
As he walked, Liang Cheng complained, "This damn bastard looks skinny, but why is he so heavy!"
Lu Yunqing, leading the way, just chuckled without replying.
Thus, the two carried Yan Chengping, hurriedly chasing after the direction Su An left.
The night was deep, the streets silent, only a few dim lanterns swayed in the wind, illuminating the backs of the three gradually moving away.
The air carried a faint scent of blood, seemingly silently narrating that what had just happened was no illusion.
By a mansion covered with white seals, more than a dozen people stood.
This mansion exuded a ghastly atmosphere, the air filled with yet undispersed burning scent,
The dilapidated gate partially ajar, swaying in the wind as if about to collapse any moment.
The white seals stuck on this broken gate looked out of place, almost redundant.
Upon closer look, every person standing in front of the mansion wore county office uniforms, their expressions somber, their gazes heavy.
They quietly stood in front of the mansion, as if waiting for something.
Liang Cheng and Lu Yunqing, carrying Yan Chengping, slowly approached from the distant street.
Yan Chengping was tightly wrapped in rag, like a lifeless corpse, gently swaying with Liang Cheng and other’s steps.
Leading to the mansion, Liang Cheng and Lu Yunqing, without any ceremony, casually tossed Yan Chengping aside.