Making Great Fortune Overnight

"Bang! Bang!"    

Qin Lang did not waste any time. He struck with his two palms and both men fell to the ground with muffled groans.    

Qin Lang did not even look at them. Both of his hands flashed the silver needles that he had prepared. Without saying a word, he walked towards the end.    

"Stop!"    

A few bodyguards who were obviously more valiant than the last banquet wanted to block Qin Lang.    

Qin Lang charged forward like a hot knife cutting through butter. The silver needles flew over with a swoosh, and all the guards who were blocking him fell to the ground, screaming.    

Soon, the news of someone breaking in was spread out. More than a dozen elite soldiers rushed out.    

These people were all carrying knives and guns. When they saw Qin Lang's murderous look, they couldn't help but pull out their weapons.    

However, their speed was too slow. Before they could aim at Qin Lang, they were shot by Qin Lang's silver needles. All of them groaned and fell to the ground.    

It was either the wrist or the knee. Although the silver needles were small, they could not fight anymore.    

Qin Lang disdained to use true qi to deal with these people.    

He slaughtered his way in, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were killed.    

Very quickly, Qin Lang stood at the end of the banquet hall. He kicked open the door with one foot, and at the same time, flashed to the side.    

"Plop! Plop! Plop!"    

Muffled gunshots rang out. More than a dozen crossbow bolts poured out and hit the mottled wall.    

The arrows missed.    

The archer saw what happened and stopped.    

Qin Lang flashed out and shot out silver needles.    

The three Meng family archers screamed in pain. They covered their throats and fell out.    

Two of them subconsciously pulled their bows from both sides.    

Qin Lang took a step forward and arrived in front of them in an instant. He grabbed their wrists with both hands and twisted them hard.    

There was a cracking sound.    

Their wrists were broken. They were in so much pain that they stumbled and fell to the ground.    

Qin Lang kicked away the screen in front of him.    

His field of vision immediately became clear. There was a big round table, a few sofas and tea tables, and there were a dozen men and women in luxurious clothes sitting on them.    

There were also several bodyguards in black on both sides, their waists bulging with guns.    

Meng Mingming's cold smile could be seen, and there was still half of his face that had yet to be retracted. He mocked, "Bastard, kicking the door randomly. There are so many arrows, it would be strange if we didn't shoot him to death..."    

He stopped the topic and looked at Qin Lang, who was unharmed, with a strange expression on his face.    

The bustling hall also became silent in an instant.    

"Qin Lang?"    

Meng Mingming returned to his calm state and gave a strange smile. "You are really lucky."    

Qin Lang said faintly, "Unfortunately, your life is not long."    

"Your life is not going to last long?"    

Meng Mingming smiled and asked, "What life is not long?    

"Can you make my life not long?"    

As he spoke, the three bodyguards took out their guns and pointed at Qin Lang.    

The girls covered their mouths and laughed, their eyes full of disdain.    

Qin Lang was alone. Although it was shocking to see him barge in, Meng Mingming still had three guns with him. How could Qin Lang fight him?    

"You have crossed my bottom line."    

Qin Lang's tone was cold. "You have to give me an explanation no matter what tonight."    

"Give you an explanation?    

" What kind of explanation? "    

" Have you forgotten what I said? I will never let you off!"    

"Do you think the Meng Clan is a vegetarian?" Meng Mingming frowned and stretched out his hands. Two obvious scars were shocking.    

Then Meng Mingming picked up a cigar and said with a hideous smile, "There are three guns here. Do you want them to give you an explanation?"    

"Tell me, do you want them to give you an explanation?"    

Meng Mingming was arrogant.    

However, after he said that...    

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"    

There was a sound of air being torn as silver needles shot out. The eyelids of the three bodyguards jumped, and then they suddenly felt a pain in their wrists.    

Their wrists were numb, their shoulders were weak, and their guns hit the ground.    

"Ah!" While everyone was exclaiming in shock, Qin Lang also disappeared from where he stood.    

The expressions of the bodyguards changed drastically. They subconsciously wanted to protect Meng Mingming, but were ruthlessly knocked away by Qin Lang.    

Meng Mingming instinctively wanted to stand up and retreat, but he suddenly felt his neck tighten.    

He was grabbed by a hand that was like an iron clamp, and then he was lifted up.    

The huge force made him almost suffocate.    

"What?"    

"Young Master Meng!"    

"Stop it right now!"    

The group of people turned pale with fright, and quickly dodged to the sides.    

The bodyguards endured the pain and got up, and all of them rushed towards Qin Lang.    

However, just as they approached, Qin Lang raised his leg and kicked at them like a bolt of lightning.    

"Bang, bang, bang!"    

The few people who rushed over were all kicked away by Qin Lang.    

Their ribs were broken, and it was difficult for them to get up and fight again.    

Meng Mingming's expression changed slightly.    

"You..."    

Qin Lang's ability was beyond his imagination. Three spears were as good as scrap metal in front of Qin Lang.    

"I always felt that you should be taught a lesson when I pierced your hands that day."    

Qin Lang pinched Meng Mingming's neck. "It seems like I am too naive and merciful after all."    

"A scum like you should be destroyed without mercy."    

"Tell me, how do you want to die tonight?"    

When he thought of the heavily injured Feng, his eyes were filled with killing intent.    

"What do you want to do?    

Kill people?"    

Meng Mingming kept a ferocious smile on his face. "Killing someone requires a death sentence. If you die, the people around you will be crushed by my father one by one."    

He didn't believe that Qin Lang would dare to kill him.    

"Bang!"    

Qin Lang flung his right hand, and Meng Mingming shot out like a cannonball, smashing into the window of the room.    

The soundproof glass cracked, and countless pieces fell to the sides.    

"Ah!"    

Meng Mingming spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the sky.    

He was twenty meters above the ground.    

Meng Mingming shouted in panic, "Help, help..."    

"Qin Lang stepped forward casually. When Meng Mingming was about to fall down, Qin Lang grabbed his throat again.    

The crowd screamed again, and the few girls almost broke down.    

This was too shocking.    

Qin Lang looked at Meng Mingming's face and asked, "How does it feel to fly in the sky?"    

As long as he let go, Meng Mingming would fall down. The height of the eighth floor was enough to kill him.    

"Last words..."    

Meng Mingming's eyelids were twitching, and his breathing was rapid. "Qin Lang, there are so many people watching. If you kill me, you won't be able to escape."    

Qin Lang smiled faintly. "Do you have any last words?"    

"Stop!"    

"Stop!"    

At this moment, the door was pushed open once again, and more than a dozen people rushed in.    

The person at the front was a tall woman in a skirt.    

Her face was delicate and pretty.    

"Chief Long, Chief Long, help! Help!"    

Meng Mingming suddenly screamed miserably, "This madman! He hurt people in your place, and he still wants to kill me! Quick, save me!"    

"I don't want to die! Chief Long, please save me!"    

Chief Long?    

Qin Lang turned his head and looked at the woman in the dress.    

One look and it was a stare.    

The woman in the dress also cried out in surprise, What?!" Boss Qin - -"    

Ever since Loong Yan met Qin Lang after helping the Yue family get through the crisis, she had never contacted him again. However, just like those disciples from the Linan, Loong Yan missed Qin Lang very much.    

She was also the kind of girl who was unwilling to live under the protection of her father. In her heart, she also hoped to be like Qin Lang, roaming the Yanjing by himself. Thus, she opened a clubhouse. It hadn't been opened for long. It was built on the head of a famous figure in the Yanjing City.    

Although Loong Yan knew that she and Qin Lang were working hard in the same city, she had not yet made a name for herself, so Loong Yan had not contacted Qin Lang.    

She also knew that the relationship between Qin Lang and Zhong Yu was unshakable.    

Loong Yan was incomparably excited now, because living in the same city was such a coincidence. She finally saw the boss that she admired!