Wielding the Thunders Across Two Worlds

Ding Zehai rolled down the back seat window, then turned to look back at the two of them with a wide smile.

Zhang Hang looked at the manor before them, which didn't look like a resort villa in the slightest. He still held a sliver of hope as he turned to Ding Zehai. "Is this the resort villa?"

Ding Zehai smiled and nodded. "This is it. It's not convenient to drive in, so let's get out here."

As he spoke, he pulled out the key, opened the car door, and got out.

The moment Ding Zehai got out of the car, the armed guards at the gate walked over. Suddenly, seven or eight more men appeared nearby, all holding clubs and machetes.

Even if Zhang Hang and Song Qiuqiu were complete idiots, they knew by now that Ding Zehai had tricked them.

"Old Ding!" Zhang Hang immediately tried to appeal to their acquaintance. "We've known each other for a while, do me a favor. Two hundred thousand, just take us back!"

Ding Zehai gave a slight smile. "Old Zhang, don't be a fool. We're already here. How could you possibly go back?"

One of the men next to him, holding a baseball bat, walked to the car door and spat out in perfect Celestial Xia, "Get out!"

Song Qiuqiu hugged her arms, trembling in fear.

This happened to let Zhang Hang catch sight of the Golden Gang Bracelet she was wearing.

Zhang Hang's eyes lit up as he remembered Gu Zhao's description of the Golden Gang Bracelet.

"As long as you have enough stamina, you could escape even a war zone with this Golden Gang Bracelet."

"Wait in the car." Zhang Hang grabbed Song Qiuqiu's hand and whispered, "I'm going to snatch Ding Zehai's car keys."

Song Qiuqiu looked at Zhang Hang and said tremblingly, "But they have guns."

Zhang Hang thought of the video of Shen Hao Master returning to the country piloting the Floating Island, and his confidence surged.

"Don't worry, we have bulletproof vests."

"Huh?"

"We fight back with everything we've got. Either we escape, or we die right here." Zhang Hang didn't have time to explain to Song Qiuqiu. "It's better than falling into their hands and suffering a fate worse than death, right?"

Song Qiuqiu was stunned by Zhang Hang's decisiveness. Thinking about the rumored fate of women in scam compounds, she nodded resolutely. "If you die, I'll kill myself!"

"Don't worry." Zhang Hang squeezed Song Qiuqiu's hand. "I'm the one who got you into this mess. If we get back safely, we'll get married!"

After saying this, Zhang Hang opened the door, got out, and slammed it shut behind him.

"Get your woman out here too!" the man shouted, raising his baseball bat.

"F*ck you!" Zhang Hang lashed out with a kick.

As a young man in his twenties who worked out regularly, his sudden, violent kick packed quite a punch.

The surrounding men were startled. After all, they were seven or eight strong, with two more carrying guns. Any normal person would just be begging for mercy; no one had ever dared to fight back.

The man was kicked in the lower abdomen by Zhang Hang. He cried out in pain and crumpled to the ground.

"You're courting death!" another man shouted fiercely, swinging his club at Zhang Hang's head.

THWACK!

"Ah!"

The man's club snapped in two, and the rebound force made his right hand tremble. Zhang Hang, meanwhile, acted as if nothing had happened, lunging toward Ding Zehai and landing a heavy punch.

"Ah!"

This time, it was Ding Zehai's painful cry. The heavy punch had landed on his nose, and snot and tears instantly gushed out, covering his face.

Zhang Hang didn't linger. He snatched the keys from Ding Zehai's pocket and turned to get back in the car.

However, the others had reacted by now. Two baseball bats and a machete immediately struck his back and thigh.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

With three crisp sounds, the baseball bats and the machete were all sent flying. The men felt as if they had struck a block of iron, and the shock sent intense pain through their right hands. The one with the machete couldn't even hold his blade, and it fell to the ground with a clatter.

"What the fuck?"

"What the hell?"

Seeing Zhang Hang pull the car door open and about to get in, one of the armed guards finally gave in to his shock and anger. He switched off the safety, raised his gun, and fired.

BANG!

A gunshot rang out, but Zhang Hang's movements were completely unaffected. He slipped into the driver's seat, locked the doors, and started the engine.

"What's going on?"

"Stop them!"

RAT-TAT-TAT—

More gunshots rang out, but Zhang Hang had already turned the car around. He made a loop, the wheels even running over Ding Zehai's leg, before he slammed on the gas and sped away, leaving them in the dust.

In the rearview mirror, Zhang Hang saw Ding Zehai screaming in agony. He spat. "Serves you right!"

In the back seat, Song Qiuqiu looked at the several bullets scattered on the seat, then touched her own chest. She looked at Zhang Hang incredulously. "What's going on? I think I was hit just now, but I'm fine?"

Zhang Hang raised his left hand, shaking the Golden Gang Bracelet on his wrist. "If Gu Zhao hadn't given you one too, I never would have dared to pull a stunt like this."

"This bracelet?" Song Qiuqiu was confused.

"Gu Zhao is a Taoist cultivator." Zhang Hang laughed. "He's an Extraordinary Being!"

"Ah?" Song Qiuqiu gasped, covering her mouth. Then her focus immediately shifted. "But why are there two girls with him?"

"Ahem, he's from the Zhengyi Dao." Zhang Hang thought for a moment and explained, "The Cultivation Technique he practices is called the Heavenly Heart True Method. I even looked it up; the Celestial Heart Sect is part of the Zhengyi Dao."

Song Qiuqiu was still confused. "But he has two of them!"

"Um..." Zhang Hang fell silent, then he saw the fuel gauge dropping rapidly. "Shit! The gas tank's been hit!"

"Ah?" Song Qiuqiu's focus immediately snapped back to their safety. "Then what do we do?"

"We'll just drive as far as we can!"

Zhang Hang floored the gas pedal, but after a short while, the gasoline had all leaked out. He drove the car into a grove of trees by the roadside, then pulled Song Qiuqiu along as they abandoned the vehicle and fled, hiding in a small village not far away.

This place wasn't far from the manor on the border. Zhang Hang didn't dare to risk betting on whether the villagers here had any connection to the manor, so he didn't dare show himself at all.

He pulled Song Qiuqiu into hiding behind a pile of junk in a villager's yard. First, he called the embassy, and then he called Gu Zhao for help.

...

After hanging up, Zhang Hang breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Qiuqiu asked nervously, "Can Gu Zhao get those flying masters to come?"

"He told me he's already in the top Taoist circles in the country." Zhang Hang flashed the Golden Gang Bracelet on his wrist again. "Ordinary people can't make something like this!"

Thinking about how Zhang Hang had just withstood clubs, machetes, and bullets completely unharmed, Song Qiuqiu couldn't help but nod. Then she asked curiously, "Since we're not afraid of bullets, why don't we just keep running?"

"Because this thing has a time limit," Zhang Hang said. "You know the law of conservation of energy, right? Even Cultivation has to follow the laws of physics. He stored energy inside it, which can block blades and bullets, but it's useless once the energy runs out."

Song Qiuqiu, "..."

Although it felt a bit immersion-breaking, Song Qiuqiu still shot Zhang Hang a sideways glance. "I have a master's degree from a top university! You think I don't get it?!"

Just as they were talking, a sudden noise came from nearby.

They looked up and saw two children, about eleven or twelve years old, standing not far away. They had been spotted.

Zhang Hang's heart tightened. He took off his watch, tossed it to them, and then waved his hands repeatedly, signaling for them to help keep their presence a secret.

The two children ran forward, picked up the watch, and fled like the wind.

"Are they going to give us away?" Song Qiuqiu looked at Zhang Hang.

"Whether they do or not, we have to move. We need to buy as much time as we can!" Zhang Hang gritted his teeth and pulled Song Qiuqiu toward the next yard.

However, just as they crossed into the third yard, they heard a noise up ahead. A few armed men in floral shirts, carrying guns, rounded a corner.

The men raised their guns and shouted, "Found them! They're over here!"