"Young Master Chou is in that carriage." A bodyguard pointed to the distance and said loudly.

"You guys come up and save him." Hong Yue stomped her feet in a hurry, "Go up and get on!"

The four bodyguards immediately ran out three of them, catching up with them, leaving only one to protect Hong

As soon as the restaurant door opened, four big men walked out. The bodyguard felt that the back of his head was knocked hard and fell down. Hong Yue's arms were tightly held by the two big men, and a ball of cotton was stuffed into his mouth, and he headed straight for a car at the door of the restaurant.

As soon as the car door opened, the person inside reached out, pulled forward and pushed Hong Yue into the car, and a big man got on the car, and closed the car door and left.

A carriage then drove over, and the three big men jumped up and quickly drove away from the scene.

"Three minutes, it's pretty good." Wu Ming looked at his watch, got on a rickshaw, and "go to the Wang Family Courtyard."

Zhao San walked out of the courtyard gate, pinched the ocean in his pocket, and showed a happy smile on his face. Today's action went smoothly. He kidnapped the eldest lady of the Hong family and received a lot of rewards. He went to the kiln to have fun and sent the meat tickets away in the evening. This made him get a lot of money. What a good thing.

"Brother, did you come out of that yard?" As soon as he turned the corner, a big man with a fierce face blocked Zhao San's way, and asked with a smile on his face.

"What's wrong?" Zhao San glared and touched the gun in his pocket.

"That's good. Our master wants to ask you something, let's go with us!" The big man grabbed Zhao San's wrist and Zhao San felt his bones almost crushed. Two burly men appeared behind N, one on the left and one on the right, and walked towards the two cars not far away.

The rich man Wang Yaoqing and the hardware king Zhang Qinghe sat in the car with a gloomy face, watching several bodyguards drag Zhao San into the car and clapped their hands. The car slowly drove forward.

"Brother Zhang, if the news is accurate, what should we do?" Wang Yaoqing asked, turning the ring in his hand.

"What should I do? Just grab the person back." Zhang Qinghe replied without thinking: "These bandits were killed."

"I always think it's not that simple." Wang Yaoqing said thoughtfully: "It's not that big talk. We are also considered personalities in Peking, except for the Japanese. Both black and white have to be sold to us for some face. What is the origin of these people? How dare they attack us? Will there be Japanese support behind them?"

"If the Japanese bully people too much, they can't leave at most. The United States, Britain, and the Kuomintang-controlled areas, I can't swallow this anyway." Zhang Qinghe cursed angrily.

"Oh, people are under the eaves, so I have to bow my head!" Wang Yaoqing sighed, then looked cold again, "I have only one son in my Wang family. At worst, I will fight him. But that method is really good, and the Japanese dare not speak too much for the time being. After all, there are still many neutral countries in Peking now, and the Japanese are the kind of people who want to be bitches and want to set up archways."

"You think of a way. I'll find someone." Zhang Qinghe scratched his big bald head hard.

As dusk approaches, the atmosphere becomes tense. There are more and more people around the yard. In addition to the bodyguards of Wang and Zhang families, some reporters are also constantly rushing over.

"Damn it, I can't help but be timid." Wu Ming was wearing a suit, pretending to be a broken camera and wandering around outside the yard. "I have to add more firewood, and it will be difficult to deal with when the Japanese military police get the news."

The people in the yard also noticed something strange and became more alert. The figures flashed nervously, setting something.

"Bang, bang." Two gunshots broke the stalemate. A guy protruded his head out of the wall and broke his brain and fell back into the yard.

"Murder, we're tearing the ticket!" Wu Ming took advantage of the chaos and shouted while running.

Wang Yaoqing was sitting in the car far away. He was shocked when he heard the gunshots and heard the shouts of killing tickets. His eyes turned red. He shouted at the bodyguard who was still stunned and shouted loudly: "Roar in, rush in, hurry up and grab the young master back. If there is a reward, a reward!"

On the other side, Zhang Qinghe, who was not sure about the specific situation, issued the same order to the Zhang family's bodyguards.

Those who can become bodyguards are also some powerful outlaws. They even have worked as bandits and bullies before. When they hear their master's orders, they all yell and rushed upwards.

Ping-pong, the two groups of people flew together. Bullets flew around, and people were shot and screamed from time to time. Wu Ming crawled around and fired two shots.

After a melee, the gate of the courtyard was knocked open, and some bodyguards were eager to protect the courtyard and gained the appreciation of their meritorious service. They had already jumped into the courtyard wall, and gunfire sounded again in the courtyard.

Seeing that more and more people were rushing into the yard, and even some very dedicated reporters were running in despite the danger of their lives, Wu Ming couldn't help but shake his head. The big thing was settled. He watched the two guys sneak out in the chaos and followed quietly.

"Young Master is rescued." A bodyguard ran over panting and expressed his merits to Wang Yaoqing who was waiting anxiously.

"Okay, okay!" Wang Yaoqing was overjoyed, and then asked with concern: "How is he liked the young master? He is not injured, right?"

"Forget it, I'll go see it myself." Wang Yaoqing seemed a few years younger, and walked towards the group of people rushing out of the yard.

Not far away, Zhang Qinghe let out a cheerful scream, ran away, and in a blink of an eye he surpassed Wang Yaoqing.

This old guy is so anxious. Wang Yaoqing shook his head and unknowingly accelerated his pace.

"There is a traitor." Takeo Imai said a straight sentence as he walked.

Taro Hashimoto's face was gloomy and did not make a sound. He made a group of servants run away in the yard, which was really shameless. It was a pity that he could not reveal his true identity in front of the reporter, so he had to throw the shrimp soldiers and crab generals down. Anyway, even if he was caught, the military police would cover up the matter. But who was informing him? He thought about the situation of those people under his command in his mind, but he could not confirm it.

Takeo Imai turned around and the cold light of Shuriken flashed and flew behind him.

"Um", with a muffled groan, a figure who had just turned the corner of the street covered his chest and slowly fell down.

"Hagayaru." Taro Hashimoto cursed hatefully and turned around and continued to move forward. He could still believe in Takeo Imai's kung fu, not to mention that his shuriken was still harshly poisonous, and the follower was dead.

A small car was parked quietly in the darkness not far away. The two big men were smoking and looking anxiously. It was not until they saw Takeo Imai and Taro Hashimoto coming from afar that they breathed a sigh of relief.

Takeo Imai reached out and lifted the blanket in the back seat of the car. Hong Yue opened her eyes tightly and stared at him fiercely, but Takeo Imai saw a hint of panic in his seemingly firm eyes and couldn't help but smile coldly.

"Twist it in the trunk." Taro Hashimoto waved his hand a little annoyed and said to the two big men.

"At last there is one left." Takeo Imai stood beside the car, watching the two big men drag Hong Yue out of the car, and looked at Hong Yue with a cruel look that was unique to men, "Miss Hong, you will serve tonight... Um."

Takeo Imai suddenly let out a painful moan, his body shook, and he barely held the car door with his hands.

Taro Hashimoto turned around in surprise and found a Shuriken stuck deep on Takeo Imai's back.

"I'm back to you, trash ninja." A chilling voice came from behind.

The bright moon is in the green night dome, and it is still late spring, but the night wind makes people feel particularly cold.

The sad moonlight shone on Wu Ming's back, making people unable to see his face clearly, and walked slowly step by step, firm and persistent, with not loud footsteps, but they hit the eardrums of Taro Hashimoto and others like heavy drums.

Aura, this is the momentum of ten thousand people. Takeo Imai's pupils contracted, and an inexplicable sense of fear arose in his heart.

With a muffled sound, a man who took out his guns leaned back his head, as if he was punched out of thin air and his body fell to the ground.

His vision began to blur and his body began to numb. Takeo Imai knew that the toxicity had occurred, but he didn't expect that he could taste the taste of this poison. It was really unexpected!

"I'm not a ninja." Takeo Imai tried his best to say clearly when he was about to lose consciousness: "Don't insult the name Ninja because of me."

"Trump ninja." Wu Ming repeated without emotion. This was the last sentence that Takeo Imai heard. He fell to the ground unwillingly.

The moment he fell to the ground, another big man suddenly blocked Hong Yue in his hand and reached into his arms.

"Bor" another muffled sound. Hong Yue could feel a bullet passing by her ear, as if she had raised a few hairs. The hand holding her arm became weak, and her body couldn't help but be carried to the ground.
Chapter completed!