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There was a kind of love that was very deep and very true, but one could not see the other's face, touch the other's body, feel the other's temperature, and smell the other's scent. They could only stand in their respective worlds, supporting each other in the same blue sky, burying their love deep within their hearts by the same ray of sunlight.

Looking around, the alleyway was currently surrounded by people. Zhang Song quickly saw the person who made him worry. Zhang Song, with a face full of anger, pushed his way through the crowd and finally arrived in front of Mu Xinyi. Seeing the tears that had yet to dry up, Zhang Song felt a pang in his heart. Without another word, he shot a gaze that was on the verge of spitting fire at Song Tao.

As he faced Zhang Song's murderous gaze, Song Tao felt a chill in his heart. He turned his gaze away uncomfortably. The two armies faced off against each other, and a great battle was about to break out.

Zhang Song stared at Song Tao and asked, "It's you?"

Although Song Tao did not dare to meet Zhang Song's sharp gaze, he did not show any weakness as he said, "It's me. What can you do to me?" Song Tao was waiting for his reinforcements, while Zhang Song was also waiting for his reinforcements. They were waiting for the arrival of Zhang Song, the person involved, and now Zhang Song was still here.

Zhang Song did not reply, but gave Song Tao the best possible answer. Zhang Songfeng appeared in front of Song Tao in a flash like a ghost. He seemed powerless, but his entire body was filled with rage.

"Peng, pah." Before anyone could react, even Song Tao, the person in question, did not see Zhang Song make his move. However, Zhang Song's punch landed squarely on Song Tao's nose, and with a "pa" sound, his nose ruptured.

After Zhang Song had completed this series of events, he came to Mu Xinyi's side and pulled her into his embrace, staring coldly at Song Tao.

"Hiss …" By the time the crowd had reacted, they saw Song Tao's face covered in blood. Song Tao himself was rolling on the ground clutching his nose, howling in pain. He could not withstand this powerful blow from Zhang Song. In front of him, he was like a piece of paper, letting him play however he wanted. Pain. Unendurable pain. Heartbreaking pain. It was as if millions of bugs were tearing their own bodies apart. Pain that no one could understand.

"I can't do anything to you, but I can make you howl like a dead dog." Zhang Song said lightly. He looked at Mu Xinyi lovingly as he said with a ruthless tone. Although he hated trouble, it did not mean that he was afraid of trouble. To him, Mu Xinyi was his reverse scale, and no one could touch his reverse scale.

"I have already spared you the last time you touched me. However, you do not know how to repent and can only bring it upon yourself." Zhang Songfeng calmly looked at Song Tao, who was crying on the ground, as if he was the god of death.

"I let you off the last time, I didn't expect you to still be so stubborn." Zhang Jun mocked.

"Good job, this scum should have died a long time ago." Su Xiang gloated.

"Dogs really can't stop themselves from eating sh * t. They deserved it." Bao Han Yong disdained.

After Song Tao was helped up by his own men, the crowd began to point at him. Just like that, he continued to hold onto his unbearable nose, and some of the blood on his face had already dried up and turned into bloody scars that stuck to his face, giving him a sinister and terrifying feeling. Song Tao glared angrily at Zhang Song. He wanted to skin Zhang Song alive, eat his flesh and drink all of Zhang Song's blood. His gaze was like he was staring at his own enemy. Song Tao said hatefully, "Zhang Song, you will die a horrible death."

Zhang Song ignored Song Tao's anger. With a calm tone, he said, "If anger can kill, I think you've already died who knows how many times."

Song Tao seemed to have heard a joke as he covered his nose and laughed out loud. This scene was extremely funny. He laughed madly, "Zhang Song, don't be too proud too early. Sooner or later, your father will send you to hell."

Zhang Song and the others could not help but burst out laughing as if they had heard the funniest joke of the century. Zhang Song's sharp eyes stared at Song Tao as he mocked, "You are playing with fire."

Just as Zhang Song finished this sentence, Zhang Jun, who had been standing motionlessly off to the side, suddenly moved. However, he was not impulsive. Zhang Jun extended out his left hand. Before Song Tao and the rest could react, Zhang Jun's large hand had already grabbed onto Song Tao's neck as he mocked, "As a person, I loathe threats from others the most. If anyone threatens me, I will ruthlessly kill that person in the cradle." Zhang Jun had only finished a short moment of talking and moving. As soon as he finished his sentence, he ruthlessly slapped on his face.

"Pa …" "Hiss." Soon there was a loud noise, and a hissing sound. This loud noise was the sound of Zhang Jun's palm and Song Tao's cheek kissing, and that hissing sound was the sound of everyone violently gasping for air as if they were on the verge of death.

Everyone was stunned by this scene. Was that even human speed? Why hadn't they seen it clearly yet? But it had all happened. Zhang Song's speed had also surprised them. Who were these two? This terrifying speed was something that could only be seen in movies, but they actually watched a live broadcast without using any props. At this moment, the onlookers looked at Zhang Jun and Zhang Song as if they had seen a god. No, it was more like the devil or the god of death. It was as if the wailing person in front of them wasn't Song Tao, but the rest of them. At that instant, they felt fear and reverence towards Zhang Song and the others.

Song Tao, who had been flung away by Zhang Jun, immediately had a face as swollen as his bottom. How could he receive such humiliation, being mocked by others without being able to explain himself, being violently beaten up by others without being able to retaliate? To the usually arrogant Song Tao, this was undoubtedly a fatal blow.

"There are three types of people that I hate the most in my life. "One is someone who can't talk big. The second is someone who falls on both sides of the fence. The third is someone who can't talk big but likes to threaten people everywhere."

"Hmph. Don't make yourself sound so high and mighty. In my opinion, you and I are the same person." Song Tao refused to forget to quibble.

"Heh heh, is that so? However, the victor is the king and the loser is the thief. "Zhang Jun did not forget to mock Song Tao." Originally, I wanted to kill you. Unfortunately, you are not qualified for me to help you. " Zhang Jun coldly said.

"Haha, is that so? Do you have the guts? Aren't you afraid of going to jail? " Song Tao was hysterical. While dragging his heavily injured body, he did not forget to mock Zhang Jun.

The magic you speak of is only to restrict people like you. To me, I am the magic. At this moment, Zhang Jun's soul-shaking aura couldn't help but to be revealed. His awe-inspiring presence could be seen clearly in front of the crowd, and everyone present could feel his imposing aura of a king. He was like an overlord, dominating the world.

"Haha, I'm really immersed in making up a fairy tale for myself. How laughable." Song Tao was unable to withstand Zhang Jun's deliberate release of his aura and forcefully held up his weak body as he roared.

"You talk so much nonsense." Zhang Song could not stand Song Tao's endless nonsense. With a soft shout, his figure slowly walked toward Song Tao. Although it seemed slow, it was actually fast and his movements were relaxed and light. He was like a snake zigzagging along a desert. I know that you are stalling for time. If I'm not wrong, you should be waiting for reinforcements. Do you feel helpless, or even desperate right now? " That's right, he was waiting for reinforcements, which was why he would rather be beaten up than leave. He did not even hesitate to provoke Zhang Song and the others, because he was waiting for a moment to come.

Zhang Song's words stabbed into Song Tao's heart. He began to wonder why the people he sent out hadn't returned yet. Did something happen to them on the way back? How did Zhang Song know? Was he trying to interfere? He hid the unease in his heart and said firmly, "Looks like you're not stupid. That's right, I'm waiting for reinforcements. I just want to catch all of you in one fell swoop."

"How reckless." Zhang Fei, who had been silent for a long time, scolded from the side.

"Originally, I wanted to spare your life once more, but unfortunately, you don't know how to be grateful. The biggest mistake in your life was saying 'laozi' in front of me." With that said, Zhang Song extended his palm and turned into a claw, shooting towards Song Tao's chest like lightning. In the time it took for a fire to ignite, the incomparably domineering eagle claw ruthlessly pierced into Song Tao's chest, forcefully ripping apart his clothes.

Seeing the blood coming out of the pool, everyone retreated backwards in fear, afraid that they would accidentally offend a god of death like Zhang Song. Then, they would be at a disadvantage and no one would think that they had a long life. To them, this was too terrifying. It was completely beyond their endurance. Some cowards even covered their mouths and started to vomit.

"Ah!" An indescribable pain. Song Tao's heart-wrenching screams were unable to alleviate the pain he was feeling. Instead, after his screams, his heart felt bone-piercing pain. As someone who wished for a life and death worse than himself, he was unable to bear this inhumane torture. Song Tao really wanted to kill himself with a single slash. Only by doing so would he be able to feel no pain.

"It's over, let this end in my hands." Zhang Song said indifferently. It seemed as if he wasn't ravaging others at all, but was casually chatting with his old friend. Zhang Song used his own strength to slowly lift up Song Tao, who was like a dead pig.

When Song Tao's feet had already left the ground, Zhang Song, who was preparing to take action, suddenly had an idea. When he heard a strange noise, he laughed maniacally in his heart. "He's finally here. Unfortunately, he's too late." He struck out once more.

"Stop! Quickly stop!" The voice rang out from behind the crowd. Everyone couldn't help but look behind them in curiosity, wanting to see who the person who stopped Zhang Song without fear of death was.

The ignorant Song Tao had actually provoked someone that he should not have provoked. Facing Zhang Song and the others, what would become of him? At the very last moment when Zhang Song was ready to kill Song Tao, who was the mysterious person that came when he heard this? Would his appearance prevent something from happening? How would all this end?