C278 Dragon has reverse scale (2/2)

A loud noise came from behind, the door to the house actually flew up, and a figure appeared at the door, it was Zhou Hao!

”Zhou Hao!?” Du Fenghai looked at Zhou Hao, dumbstruck.

At the door, Zhou Hao saw that Yan Qing had been tied to a chair, and a trickle of blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth.

Du Fenghai's hand was still grabbing onto the collar of her shirt, obviously wanting to pull it off as well.

An evil flame immediately spread out from Zhou Hao's heart, instantly burning his soul.

He roared out loud, and before Du Fenghai and the other two could react, he had already appeared in front of Du Fenghai.

Without saying a word, Zhou Hao gave Du Fenghai a left hook fist.

Zhou Hao's left hook was even more ferocious than those world-class boxing champions. Du Fenghai was immediately sent flying and collided heavily with the wall of the rental house.

His face was a mess of blood and gore, and his entire jaw had been shattered by Zhou Hao's punch.

”Cousin!” ”Qingqing!” Zhou Hao easily pulled away the rope that bound his hands and feet, and gently embraced his unconscious and weak face in his arms.

Yan Qing opened her eyes, and upon seeing Zhou Hao, she revealed a faint smile. ”Xiao Hao, you're finally here.”

”Qingqing, Qingqing, what happened to you?” When Zhou Hao saw Yan Qing it seemed like her three souls had disappeared, her heart tightened and she saw an empty syringe on the ground.

Just as he was about to ask, he saw Jiang Song and Fei Yunfang trying to escape while his attention was focused on Yan Qing.

”Can you escape?!” Zhou Hao let out a cold snort. Both his hands pointed in succession, immediately sealing the acupoints of Jiang Song and Fei Yunfang through the air, preventing them from moving.

Jiang Song and Fei Yunfang were shocked to discover that their bodies suddenly stopped moving. They thought they had run into something evil.

At this time, Zhou Hao also gently lowered his face and instantly appeared in front of Jiang Song. With one hand on his neck, he coldly asked: ”Tell me, what needles did you give her?!”

Jiang Song immediately said when he saw Zhou Hao's sinister expression and felt the cold killing intent that was being emitted from Zhou Hao's body.

”It's Number Four …” Hai-ge called her number four... ”Trying to control her.”

Zhou Hao's brows tightened, ”What is number four!”

”Then... ”It's heroin number four...” Jiang Song said with a trembling voice.

Zhou Hao glared, ”What!? You gave her heroin! ” Under his rage, Zhou Hao stopped restraining his strength and tightened his grip on Jiang Song's neck.

Jiang Song did not even have the time to let out a scream before his entire neck was pinched into thin threads by Zhou Hao. Under this enormous pressure, both of Jiang Song's eyes popped out.

The tongue and the windpipe behind it were also spewing out of its mouth, nose, ears, and so on.

After Zhou Hao released his hands, Jiang Song's head and body were only left with two or three pieces of skin and flesh.

Fei Yunfang, who had also been pierced through by the acupoint, was so scared that he even peed his pants when he saw Jiang Song's death like this. He wanted to run away, but his body couldn't even move a finger.

Zhou Hao also temporarily ignored him, and once again walked to Yan Qingqing's side. Because he had been injected with the high purity heroin, number four.

Yan Qing had already fallen into a light coma, and she did not see the tragic death of Jiang Song.

Zhou Hao knew that if an ordinary person were to be injected with high purity heroin number four, becoming addicted was one thing.

He immediately took out a pill from his chest. It was the antidote he had made with his own blood while he was in Hong Kong.

He stuffed the antidote pill into Yan Qing's mouth and found a cup of water for her to swallow. He poured his Genuine Aura into Yan Qing's body to help her digest the antidote pill's medicinal properties.

Zhou Hao's blood could cure a hundred poisons, even this heroin number four was no exception.

Not long after, Yan Qing's complexion recovered a bit. Although she was in a coma and had yet to wake up, Zhou Hao had cut her pulse so he knew that she was fine.

However, even if Yan Qing was out of danger, Zhou Hao was still afraid that she would be addicted to the heroin.

After all, although his blood could detoxify poisons, he didn't know if he could get rid of this addiction.

Thinking that Du Fenghai, Fei Yunfang and the other two were trying to use drugs to control Yan Qing and even wanted to softly assault her just now, the fury in Zhou Hao's heart did not decrease, but instead rose instead.

He carefully placed his face on the wooden sofa and lay down, then he came before Fei Yunfang who had his acupoint pressed.

Seeing Zhou Hao's eyes filled with killing intent, Fei Yunfang trembled in fear, his teeth chattering.

Zhou Hao's voice sounded like a frosty winter wind, ”Dragons have reverse scales, anyone who touches them will die!”