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Chapter 9 Met Your Dad

When he met Lan Jing, Cong Lang felt that his luck was really bad. He just escaped from the wolf's den, but ended up in the tiger's mouth again.

He stopped and laughed before he could speak, "Hey, does this count as meeting love around the corner?"

"Meet your father." Lan Jing sneered, and pulled out the swing stick at the back of his waist.

Tsk, so irritable.

Cong Lang covered his wound and sighed, and took a step back calmly, the corner of his eyes quickly swept to the side passage of the parking lot.

Lan Jing obviously understood his intention, and pointed at Cong Lang's chest calmly with his stick, "Guess, can you run away?"

"Master Lan is here, why am I willing to run away?" Cong Lang said with a smile.

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, but before he could speak, Cong Lang suddenly bounced off the spot like a cheetah and rushed towards him.

The sharp saber flashed a cold light in the air, and Lan Jing could barely dodge sideways.

Unexpectedly, the other party would attack first, and it was such a ruthless move. At first, a layer of cold sweat broke out on the back of Lan Jing's neck, and then his eyes suddenly darkened, and the fighting spirit in his body was also aroused.

Cong Lang missed a hit, and wanted to retreat very regretfully, but Lan Jing couldn't make him do so, so he immediately bullied him.

The two fought fiercely for a while with their fists to the flesh, and the more they fought, the more surprised they became.

Cong Lang had fought with Lan Jing before, but the space was too narrow to use it. He thought that the cat had at most practiced some fists and kicks.

Unexpectedly, looking at it today, every move and style of the opponent contains the powerful power to defeat the enemy with one blow, just like it was practiced in the army-fast, ruthless and accurate.

Lan Jing was even more frightened, this man was obviously injured, but he couldn't easily subdue him.

He knew that Cong Lang was good at skills, but the strength shown by the other party at the moment was even stronger than he imagined.

Oh shit!What the hell is this guy doing! ?

Fighting was already extremely exhausting, and as time went by, both of them became red-eyed.

Cong Lang was chased and killed in front of him. He was stabbed in the arm, and his physical strength was also exhausted. It would be not good for him to drag on. He wanted to end the battle as soon as possible, and his subordinates became more and more fierce.

Lan Jing originally planned to restrain Cong Lang first, but the other party had no scruples, so he let go.

What was originally a small grievance unexpectedly made each other put on a desperate stance.

Until Cong Lang was hit on the wound by Lan Jing, his movements froze, the knife in his hand was snatched by the opponent, and then during the fight between the two, the tip of the knife pierced Cong Lang's lower abdomen, and Lan Jing's pupils shrank suddenly .

A memory from the past coincided with the current scene unexpectedly, and Lan Jing was stunned, watching helplessly as the tip of the swinging stick, which was also taken away by Cong Lang, pierced his pupils.

Cong Lang didn't expect that Lan Jing would stop all his movements suddenly. He was startled, and the swing of the stick abruptly deflected a few inches, rubbing Lan Jing's shoulder and poking it to the ground.

His wrist was numb from the shock, Cong Lang frowned, and when he looked at Lan Jing again, the other party had recovered, and was staring at the knife pierced in Cong Lang's abdomen with pursed lips.

"you……"

Just as Cong Lang said a word, there was a mess of footsteps behind him.

"There!" Someone yelled from here.

Cong Lang couldn't help spit out a dirty word, he gritted his teeth and quickly pulled out the saber on his lower abdomen, then grabbed Lan Jing and ran away.

Behind them, a dozen big men in black suits and black hoods quickly chased in their direction.