So everyone stopped breathing.

but…

Yang Hao gradually retreated.

Duan Ye's face darkened; they hadn't even entered their encirclement yet.

This Yang Hao is indeed not to be underestimated.

But Meng Yuan and Yue Hong also reacted. Yue Hong stood up and fired a shot, while Meng Yuan moved as fast as a cheetah and suddenly attacked.

Yang Hao reacted quickly; almost the instant the grass twitched, he immediately tackled it.

Very well, Duan Ye watched as he climbed behind a thick tree, hid, and even had time to fire two shots at Meng Yuan and Yue Hong.

Fortunately, they were agile and managed to dodge the attack without anyone getting hurt.

Duan Ye thought for a moment and immediately gathered everyone together. A short while later, Xiao Wu led his men to approach Yang Hao from different directions.

Yang Hao dared not show his face, because he knew that the two men who fired the shots were no less skilled than him.

But Yang Hao was an excellent sniper. While listening to the sounds, he quickly wrapped his hands with a towel from his bag. He was already covered in sweat, but he knew that if he didn't fight, he wouldn't survive.

Meng Yuan: "Yang Hao! Stop resisting! You're surrounded! Come out now, and you still have a chance!"

Meng Yuan noticed Duan Ye's movements in the distance. He couldn't figure out what Duan Ye was planning to do, but he still made a sound to attract Yang Hao's attention.

Yang Hao laughed: "Are you guys treating me like a three-year-old?"

"If I get out of here, will I still be alive?"

Yang Hao's eyes were bloodshot. He was filled with regret. He regretted not to torture that bitch Nan Xing more severely. Killing her would have been too good for her.

Yue Hong, weapon in hand, cautiously approached Yang Hao step by step: "As long as you break free, you'll still have a way out! Yang Hao, think of your elderly mother back home. She's over sixty years old and won't be able to wait much longer for you..."

Wenzhou is not only where Jiang Jingwen is based, but also Yang Hao's hometown.

Yang Hao had no family; his father had died early, and he and his mother depended on each other for survival.

However, in order not to burden his mother, he has not been home for a very, very long time. If you count carefully, apart from sending money home every year, this is the seventh year he has not been home.

Yue Hong: "Yang Hao, we've been to Yangjia Village and talked to your mother. She said she doesn't want anything; she just wants her son to be safe and sound..."

Yang Hao's eyes reddened, and his hands trembled slightly.

Yue Hong: "This is a peace charm that your mother embroidered for you by hand! Yang Hao, as long as you come out now, you still have a chance to see your mother..."

Yang Hao's heart trembled, but his grip on the gun gradually hardened.

Before Yue Hong could finish speaking, a dark gun barrel emerged from behind the tree.

Yue Hong's voice stopped abruptly, and he instinctively leaped to the side, avoiding the fatal blow.

The amulet in Yue Hong's hand fell to the ground.

Yang Hao saw it very clearly, but he quickly turned his head, stood up and ran towards the back.

However, he hadn't run more than a few steps when he saw a dark figure standing in front of him. Yang Hao had just raised his hand and raised his weapon...

Duan Ye held up his flashlight, and the bright light shone directly into Yang Hao's eyes, forcing him to close them.

In that instant, Meng Yuan's figure, like a ghost, pounced on Yang Hao from behind and knocked him down.

Duan Ye immediately turned off the flashlight, ran over and stomped hard on Yang Hao's hand. Yang Hao felt the pain and instinctively let go.

This kick was somewhat driven by personal grudges.

Yang Hao felt as if the back of his hand was being crushed by this person, and the pain made him twitch...

Immediately, Duan Ye turned around and kicked the guy away.

Xiao Wu and the others were also extremely fast. Seeing that the deadly thing had been kicked away, their eyes gleamed with excitement. The three of them rushed over and, together with Meng Yuan, suppressed Yang Hao completely.

Yue Hong rushed over and put cold handcuffs on him.

Duan Ye raised an eyebrow. It was done.

What happened next was none of his business.

Duan Ye patted his butt and wanted to leave. His pickup truck, which he had taken from Bianhe County, was really like riding in a rickshaw when he was driving it in the mountains. He wanted to drive it back for a bit more fun.

Unexpectedly, before he had taken two steps, Yang Hao spoke up: "What's your relationship with Duan Ruijun?"

Duan Ye stopped in his tracks. Duan Ruijun was the name of his second elder brother.

Duan Ye turned around but didn't say anything, but Yang Hao smiled, a smile that looked utterly desolate.

"I've fallen into the hands of your Duan family again..."

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

Yang Hao knew very well that if it weren't for that flashlight, these idiots wouldn't have been able to catch him so easily.

Are all the Duan family members so lacking in martial ethics?

Yang Hao wanted to curse inwardly. They had agreed not to hit people, but back then he was the one who got beaten up...

Duan Ye: "You are not worthy to know my name."

Yang Hao's face turned cold.

"Yang Hao, whether it's you or those people behind you, they are all... those who do many evil deeds will surely perish."

Yang Hao wanted to ask a couple more questions, but Duan Ye laughed instead: "You should think more about your current situation and stop meddling in other people's business."

Yang Hao also laughed: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Wu slapped him across the face, making a crisp "smack" sound.

Everyone stared at him in disbelief, including Duan Ye…

Now that Yang Hao has been arrested, we can't just beat him up anymore.

Under the earnest gazes of Meng Yuan and Yue Hong, and with Yang Hao's murderous eyes fixed on him, Xiao Wu chuckled, "There are a lot of mosquitoes in the mountains, my hands are shaking..."

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