Chapter 441 Heavensent Divine Armament

asic skills in this area.If the people from the capital city knew that Su Wanwan, the eldest Miss of the Su family, was currently giving a massage to their biggest enemy, they would probably be shocke...Chapter 441 Heaven-Sent Divine Weapon

"Boss, that Wang Zheng has already arrived!" A voice from Pan Lianming's walkie-talkie could be heard.

"Great. Open the gate and let him in directly." With a smile, Pan Lianming said to Han Xingye, "You don’t seem to realize how competent your little boyfriend is."

"Do you know that if you treat me like this, and he sees it, there’s a good chance he’ll level the place flat," replied Han Xingye with a smile as she didn’t mind the handcuffs and ankle restraints on her.

This girl was usually very carefree. But even at such a critical moment, she could still manage to smile back at her enemy, clearly inheriting the genes of the old Han family; there are no dog daughters in a tiger father’s household.

Han Xingye knew that Pan Lianming had put on this set of handcuffs and ankle restraints made from high-quality steel just to increase Wang Zheng's burden. When they would exchange hostages shortly, every step would be fraught with danger. And by wearing such heavy restraints herself, she was undoubtedly reducing Wang Zheng’s chances of success considerably. By then, Wang Zheng would have to divert his attention to protect her and this would also greatly increase the risk for himself!

However, Han Xingye had tremendous confidence in Wang Zheng without any reason at all. In his eyes, this man was invincible; even if she was wearing heavy handcuffs and ankle restraints, he could still successfully rescue her from the Black Hand Society.

Hence, when she heard Pan Lianming's men report that Wang Zheng had arrived, a smile involuntarily spread across her lips.

It was a smile of utmost infatuation towards one man.

The roar of the Yamaha motorcycle could already be heard in the distance. With a smile, Pan Lianming clapped his hands and stood up: "Get ready; the good show is about to begin."

However, just a second later, Pan Lianming’s face was already filled with dazzling light.

Wang Zheng rode the Yamaha motorcycle into the gate of the fertilizer factory. With an elegant swerve, he stopped in the center of the yard and threw the unconscious Pan Xiaoning to the ground like garbage!

Before this, Pan Lianming still believed that his son had safely escaped from Wang Zheng's grasp and thought that Wang Zheng no longer had any leverage to exchange for Han Xingye, thus putting all the initiative in his own hands! But now it seemed things were not at all as he imagined! His son was actually still in the clutches of that despicable guy!

Under heaven, there would likely be no father willing to see their son tortured like this.

As Pan Lianming watched the scene on the empty grounds between buildings, his fists clenched tightly! The veins on his hands were clearly visible!

Wang Zheng got out of the car and looked at Pan Lianming with a slight smile as he shouted, "Now, let's exchange!"

Pan Lianming did not answer; blood rushed to his face, causing his knife scar to turn red.

But when Wang Zheng saw the handcuffs on Han Xingye’s hand, his smile immediately froze, and a cold chill appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, a red Jeep Wrangler was still driving slowly through the streets of Fuzhou City – there was no other choice; there were simply too many cars on the road. The massive body of the Wrangler was far less nimble than the two wheels of the Yamaha.

"This despicable fellow, dared to snatch my brother's car! Don't you know that my brother’s car has a global positioning system Even if you drive me to Australia, I can still find it back!" The motorcycle guy, known as the Southeastern God of Cars, kept on cursing while driving and followed the light dot on his phone screen.

However, what made him rather depressed was that Wang Zheng's modified Yamaha had been maintaining a speed around 180 km/h all along, whereas this ordinary urban off-road Jeep Wrangler had clearly not undergone any modifications. Moreover, it needed to cross through the bustling city of Fuzhou, so even if this motorcycle guy named Er Qiu were as skilled as he claimed, there was no way for him to overtake Wang Zheng.

In the vision of Comrade Er Qiu, the God of Cars in Southeastern China, there had long been no trace of that Yamaha!

"Why did I run into such a beast!" Er Qiu honked and shouted helplessly.

But luckily, this Wrangler finally made it through the heavy traffic in the city center and entered the economic development zone; now its speed could finally be unleashed!

Han Xingye clearly saw the frosty face of Wang Zheng on the rooftop and realized that he was worried about her. This thought brought a sweet feeling to her heart.

Wang Zheng had always been concerned that Han Xingye might receive bad treatment, but now it seemed that she was in decent mental condition, which somewhat relieved him. However, seeing the heavy shackles on her clearly agitated his nerves, making his eyes narrow instantly.

Although Wang Zheng's voice wasn't loud, Pan Liming could hear him clearly: "Remove the handcuffs and leg irons from Han Xingye and bring her here; in return, I will hand over Pan Xiaoning to you."

Even though Wang Zheng couldn’t see the shackles on Han Xingye's feet from his perspective, he knew that Pan Liming must have used such means against her. This chief of the Black Hand Society was repeatedly provoking Wang Zheng’s most sensitive points!

"Do you think you have any right to speak to me like this" said Pan Liming disdainfully: "What makes you believe you can say that to me now"

From the beginning, Pan Liming had been standing on the third-floor rooftop looking down at Wang Zheng without showing any intention of exchanging hostages.

"Is that so" Wang Zheng sneered in response. He walked over to where Pan Xiaoning was lying and grabbed his collar, lifting him from the ground with a quick slap administered to both sides of Pan Xiaoning's face four times!

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Clear and sharp sounds echoed.

The sound of the slaps could clearly be heard by everyone present, and Pan Liming’s face was already filled with anger.

To hit his son in front of his father, it has to be said that Wang Zheng was truly overbearing!

"Bring Han Xingye here to me, and I will give your son back to you," Wang Zheng said after finishing the beating and tossing Pan Xiaoning aside: "Otherwise, I’ll continue hitting him!"

Wang Zheng was gambling. He was betting that Pan Liming wouldn’t dare harm Han Xingye! Seeing her mental state wasn't too bad, he guessed that Pan Liming must have some reservations regarding Han Xingye's background and dared not do anything to the little girl. Even if she was taken hostage, she would be treated with courtesy!

After sustaining these blows, Pan Xiaoning's face, which had not fully swollen down to begin with, quickly swelled up again, turning purple and red!

"Well, well, well, you're very good!" Pan Lianming, driven to extreme anger, laughed mockingly: "Do you think that once you enter here, you can get out"

No sooner had Pan Lianming finished speaking than three rugged men wielding folding assault rifles burst out of the chemical plant's guardhouse. Their gun barrels were pointed directly at Wang Zheng's back, effectively blocking off the main gate! If Wang Zheng wanted to escape, he would have to break through their blockade!

At this moment, Pan Xiaoning had just been tossed aside by Wang Zheng; even if she wanted to be used as a hostage, it was unlikely that anyone could react in time. After all, no one can outrun a bullet! Not everyone possesses Xiao Chenyu's incredible ability to dodge bullets.

Turning around and facing the three men with guns pointed at him, Wang Zheng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yohoo! Finally catching up!" The self-proclaimed South-Eastern Car God was driving a Jeep Wrangler at full speed. Seeing that the dot on his phone screen had stopped moving inside the chemical plant's compound, he grinned with satisfaction: "Heh heh, you can't run anymore, wait and see, Brother is going to take care of you!"

Driving the Jeep Wrangler, Second Ball was clocking in at 180 kilometers per hour. As the chemical plant's main gate came into view, he didn’t hesitate but executed a perfect drift maneuver straight into the entrance!

"Oh my God! Make way for Brother, I can't stop!"

When Second Ball rounded the corner and spotted the three burly men at the doorway, his Jeep Wrangler was already about to collide with them!

Bam bam bam!

Three muffled sounds!

The three gunmen were directly knocked flying by the impact! party wanted to do something reckless, she couldn't stop them.Mike walked up and held Song Ziyè's face with his hand, smirking arrogantly: "Miss Song, it's about time for cooked rice. I suggest you c...