The Secret to Picking Up Girls

In a flash, Ling Wei's eyes blurred, and a terrifying force came from afar, instantly landing on her body.

Ling Wei's body flew back even faster than before. This time, the injuries she sustained were far more severe than when she had bumped into Zhang Yuze. After all, she was a great beauty, and Zhang Yuze had shown her some tenderness and pity. But this person had no such kindness; he did what he had to do.

With a "bang," Ling Wei's body crashed to the ground. "Ugh!" she cried out, unable to stop herself from vomiting a mouthful of blood.

"Are you alright, Ling Wei?" Lan Ruo and Wang Yaokun's expressions changed, and they rushed to Ling Wei's side, anxiously looking at her.

"Sister Lan Ruo… Uncle Wang, he… he's really strong!" Ling Wei said, clutching her chest, her face pale.

"What exactly do you want? We haven't offended you, have we? Do you know who we are? And have you thought about the consequences of your actions?" Wang Yaokun said, looking solemnly at the masked man before him.

"I don't need to know who you are. Give me the USB drive. I only want that thing. Otherwise, you can leave," the masked man said coldly to Wang Yaokun.

Wang Yaokun's expression faltered upon hearing this. What he feared most was that the other party was here for this. He hadn't expected that they truly were.

"That's absolutely impossible. You better forget about it!" Wang Yaokun said, already secretly preparing himself for a fight.

"Humph!" The masked man suddenly slashed his blade at Wang Yaokun.

Wang Yaokun's heart sank, feeling an extreme sense of danger. Clearly, the other party had locked onto his entire being.

Looking at the blade before him, filled with endless killing intent, he felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Ah!" Wang Yaokun roared suddenly, as if trying to break free from some kind of restraint.

The surrounding airflow instantly became chaotic. "Swish, swish, swish!" As the air currents surged, a gust of wind stirred up the fallen leaves.

With a "boom," an explosion echoed between the two.

Wang Yaokun looked at the blade piercing his shoulder, blood gushing out, quickly soaking his entire body.

"Hand over the item, and I'll spare your life," the masked man said coldly to Wang Yaokun.

"Let him go…" Lan Ruo's figure flew through the air, a sword stabbing towards the masked man.

In the darkness, a dazzling white light flashed and disappeared in an instant, showing how fast the sword was.

The masked man seemed somewhat surprised. Seeing this, he merely snorted coldly and met the incoming sword with his left hand.

With a "bang," Lan Ruo felt a blur before her eyes as a palm shadow cut into her sword's shadow, directly striking her and sending her flying.

"Ugh!" Lan Ruo fell to the ground, a surge of blood rapidly湧ing from her mouth.

"Overestimating yourself!" The masked man sneered slightly upon seeing this, then looked at Wang Yaokun before him.

"Now I'll ask you one more time, hand over the item, and don't force me to act," the masked man said coldly to Wang Yaokun.