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When the middle-aged man said these words, the thugs behind him had already quietly formed a half circle, ready to attack Liu Le at any time.

Liu Le squinted his eyes and said to Wang Xiaoya in a low voice: "When I make my move in a while, you will run towards the car. Remember not to turn around, I will be back soon."

"But the Sister Xinran, Xiao Ying and the others?"

Wang Xiaoya's expression was somewhat worried, as she tightly held onto Liu Le's arm.

At this moment, three people walked out from the coloured steel house. They were around 30 years old, and all of them wore suits with short hair. They did not look impressive, but their eyes were extremely sharp.

"Why are you scared? Weren't you mocking us just now for being as cowardly as a mouse? Do you still have that kind of confidence now? "

The middle aged man and the three men in suits stood up and stared coldly at Liu Le.

Even though Liu Le already knew that this was a trap, he still didn't give up. He wanted to see whether those two women were really Lin Xinran and Hong Xiaoying, but since those thugs had gathered together and covered the two women in the middle with their heads lowered, it was even more impossible for Liu Le to see their faces clearly.

Once he was certain that the ones in the middle were Hong Xiaoying and Lin Xinran, even if there were even more people, Liu Le would not be afraid. He would immediately rush in to save them without caring about anything else, he could not let Sister Xinran and Xiao Ying get hurt at all.

Even if Wang Xiaoya herself was willing to replace the kidnapped Lin Xinran and Hong Xiaoying, Liu Le would definitely not agree to it, because he could not do so, nor would he risk Wang Xiaoya's life.

At this moment, Liu Le's body was slowly bent forward, and his right leg quietly took a step back. His left hand protected Wang Xiaoya, and his gaze was firmly fixated on the four men in the short-haired suit, as she said with a cold smile: "I already knew that you wouldn't hand over the person so easily.

Liu Le was definitely going to bring Hong Xiaoying and Lin Xinran back tonight. They were completely innocent towards this matter and definitely could not be dragged into it. After all, this mysterious organization had chased them all the way to Jianghai City only because they had their eyes on Liu Le.

"Since you're so confident, don't come over and snatch them. As long as you manage to snatch them away, you will naturally know whether they are your friends or not."

The middle-aged man laughed coldly, then made a strange gesture. The thugs and the three men in suits that came out behind slowly dispersed, as they stared at Liu Le with sinister gazes.

"Run!"

Just then, Liu Le suddenly roared out, and at the same time, shot backwards and pushed Wang Xiaoya away. Wang Xiaoya felt her body becoming light, and flew back a few metres, and when she landed on the ground, she immediately ran into the sportscar with all her might, and quickly closed the door, and saw that Liu Le had already charged into the midst of the thugs single-handedly.

Liu Le was unusually brave, the ancient martial arts techniques were endless, the thugs could not even get near him, and were all flung away by Liu Le.

Liu Le, who was fighting everywhere, bumped into the three men in suits, causing Liu Le to roar in rage. He punched out with both of his fists, his moves being ruthless, the three men's skills were not bad, but they were not Liu Le's opponents, and were forced back by Liu Le.

The moment he saw the gap that was exposed, Liu Le leaped, and instantly appeared in front of the two women with lowered heads, and asked anxiously: "Sister Xinran, is Xiao Ying the two of you?"

Suddenly, when Liu Le extended his hand out to lift the face of the woman who looked like Hong Xiaoying, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart.

Sure enough, the four suited men had blocked Liu Le's escape route. Right at this moment, the two women suddenly raised her head and smiled sinisterly at Liu Le.

Swish Swish... Two flying needles shot out from the two women's mouths, forcing Liu Le to face them.

Liu Le roared out, he stomped on the ground fiercely and somersaulted backwards, flying away. Ever since he started cultivating in the ancient martial arts, Liu Le's jumping ability was astonishing, and he landed stably on the ground.

The middle-aged man looked nervously at Liu Le, who was squatting there unmoving, and asked: "Did the needles hit him?"

In the next moment, Liu Le was already using his actions to respond to him, the flying needles held in his two fingers had already shot over, the two women cried out in alarm and carefully dodged the flying needles, quickly dodging the flying needles, but the two thugs with their hands weren't so lucky, they were directly hit by the flying needles on their foreheads, and died on the spot.

The two women looked at Liu Le with ashen faces, then turned around to look at the two fallen thugs.

Using both hands and feet, in a few tens of seconds, those thugs were already half-dead. The two men in suits were hit by Liu Le's punch and fell, falling out, as they immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted with pale faces: "What a weird tyrannical fist technique, looks like we still underestimated you."

Since Lin Xinran and Hong Xiaoying were not here, Liu Le did not linger any further. After all, there was still Wang Xiaoya, and she could not let go of her hands and feet. Liu Le kicked the middle-aged man away, borrowing the force of the kick to send him flying to the side.

Wang Xiaoya had already opened the car door in advance, so she quickly got in.

The moment the car started, Liu Le demonstrated his superhuman ability to react. The car suddenly turned around, and he sneered as he stepped on the gas pedal ferociously, charging towards the crowd of people who were chasing after him.

"Xiao Ya, sit properly. Hold onto the handrail tightly."

Liu Le shouted to the panicking Wang Xiaoya beside him.

Just as Liu Le jumped into the car, the two women and the four man in the short-haired suit raised the guns in their hands. Seeing Liu Le driving the car over, they aimed at his head and pulled the trigger.

"This is bad!"

Liu Le's one hand on the steering wheel, at the same time, hurriedly pulled his head back. He then pushed Wang Xiaoya's head down, and madly stepped on the gas pedal.

When the two women and the four men in suits collided with the sports car, they quickly fired a few shots. Liu Le heard a few gunshots in front of the sports car whose windscreen had been shattered, and glass fragments flew everywhere.

After they shot their guns, the few of them immediately pounced to the side, because the sports car had already rushed over, dodging the two women and the four men in suits, but three of the thugs were knocked away by Liu Le.

Liu Le lowered his head and drove the sports car. The two women and the four suited men immediately pounced and rolled on the ground.

The sounds of gunfire rang out incessantly. The bullets struck the sports car, causing a series of sparks to fly off. The front and back windshield of the sports car was broken, and the body of the car was riddled with holes from the bullets.

It was a good thing that this was China, so there was a lot of control over guns. Although this mysterious organization had amazing capabilities, it was already very powerful to be able to bring in weapons like pistols and submachine guns.

Hearing the gradually diminishing sounds of gunfire behind him, Liu Le kept his head hidden under the steering wheel the entire time, he did not dare peek out, and did not even have the chance to take a peek at his surroundings. Just now, he had completely relied on the feeling of using his hands to control the steering wheel.

"That brat ran away. I didn't expect him to be so amazing. None of us could stop him."

The middle-aged man stood up from the ground with a face full of dirt and grime as he glared at the sports car that was about to escape.

"No wonder the leader said that this person isn't simple. He must be an expert at controlling silver needles. Otherwise, it's impossible for him to escape from our sisters' poisonous needles."

The two women spat out a mouthful of sand from their mouths. They held miniature handguns in their hands as they spoke with a cold expression.

"Then what should we do now? "Chase after him?"

The faces of the two wounded men in suits were pale as they struggled to get up. They looked at the two beautiful women with fear and said with a trembling voice, "This subordinate has failed. Please speak a few words in front of the leader."

"Humph!" "Get up, you guys better be able to make up for it next time. Otherwise, all of you should be clear of the chief's methods."

The two women looked at the two heavily injured men in suits with disdain and said in a deep voice, "He won't be able to escape. As long as the two women are still in our hands and we have the initiative, he'll come back obediently."

At this moment, the middle-aged man's phone rang. His expression immediately changed and he stood straight with a respectful expression. He nodded continuously in agreement. The person on the other end of the phone was most likely their leader.

After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "The leader already knows about the situation over there. He ordered us to chase after him and eliminate Liu Le at all costs."

Right now, Liu Le who was driving the car, did not dare to raise his head. He could only judge the direction of the car based on the situation on both sides.

In that moment of shock, Wang Xiaoya's head was pressed under the seat by Liu Le. Because the interior of the carriage was too narrow and because Liu Le had to control the direction of the sports car, he had no choice but to lean over and press his body against Wang Xiaoya's petite body, causing their bodies to practically stick together.

The germaphobia in Wang Xiaoya's heart made her feel that the floor was dirty, but she did not dare to move recklessly. The outside of the car was filled with flying bullets, how would she dare to get up?

What made her feel even more uncomfortable was that the stiff metal board on the floor was pressing on her chest continuously until it hurt. Adding on to that, the hard pressure from Liu Le's shoulder as he laid on top of her, made her pitiful, not so full, little chest suffer even more.