Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

It took him 20 minutes to deal with the warehouse. Lin Zongheng could accept this result. After all, those ten were just ordinary people who had not fought much.

But the two in the noodle shop were carefully selected by him and spent money to find them from other mountain villages.

They were all desperate criminals who had been in prison many times, had experience in fighting, and were in good physical condition. How did Han Qian kill them?

Checking the mobile phone surveillance, I only saw the last three people disappear in the kitchen. When the figure appeared again, only Han Qian came out alone.

How did he do it?

Did he go to further studies without telling me after he disappeared for a year?

Lin Zongheng really couldn't figure out what went wrong here. At this time, in the noodle shop, two strong men were tortured by Lian Ya and wanted to die. Lian Ya didn't call the police. Play slowly!

Soon, Han Qian arrived at the abandoned hospital as agreed. Coming here late at night, a gust of cold wind really made people feel a little uncomfortable, but if a ghost saw Han Qian at this time, it would probably turn around and run away.

Is this what a person should look like?

Han Qian, holding a cigarette, walked into the abandoned hospital building with his bare back and hands in his pockets. The building was in ruins, tables and chairs were thrown randomly in the corridor, and the glass of the windows was broken. Occasionally, wild cats could be seen staring at this suddenly appearing human-like creature with a pair of bright eyes in the dark.

Han Qian walked up the stairs. When Han Qian came to the third floor, a figure appeared on the stairs in front of him. Looking at this shining head in the dark, you don’t even need to look at the face to know who it is.

Li Guangbi lowered his head and looked at Han Qian.

"My brother is dead."

Han Qian nodded.

"Yes! In fact, he should have died on the mountain at the beginning. He has a good life after living for so long."

Li Guangbi lowered his head and looked at Han Qian.

"It’s no good for you to anger me."

Han Qian raised his head and grinned at Li Guangbi.

"Then come and kill me!"

Then he raised his hand and hooked his finger at Li Guangbi, and said.

"Your brother's throat was cut in front of me. It's such a pity. It's a pity that I don't have time to torture him, but he must have hoped that you would live well before he died, right?"

Li Guangbi pulled out a dagger, and Han Qian bent down to pick up a stool leg and said.

"You brothers have a deep relationship, but have you ever thought about it! Let your brother die because you are worried that he will be wanted and it will affect Lin Zongheng himself!"

"You fart!"

Li Guangbi stabbed with the dagger in both hands, and Han Qian raised the wooden stick in his hand and stabbed Li Guangbi's armpit.

Han Qian explained what it means to be an inch longer and an inch stronger. Li Guangbi's dagger was still a little shorter, and he sat down on the steps while holding his armpit, and then grinned at Han Qian.

"When Ah Er died, he still hoped that I would not kill you."

Han Qian nodded.

"Thank you for reminding me, otherwise I would have forgotten what reason I would use to deal with you."

The stick hit Li Guangbi's head, and Li Guangbi blocked it with a dagger. The next second, Han Qian pressed the stick down with his left hand, and Li Guangbi's body was half lying on the steps. At this time, Han Qian suddenly spit a mouthful of bloody saliva on Li Guangbi's eyes. In panic, Li Guangbi struggled hard. Han Qian held the stick and hit his ears with full force. Li Guangbi's head was confused for a moment, and Han Qian seized the opportunity. He grabbed his wrist, lifted his bald head and threw him down the guardrail in an instant.

Looking at Li Guangbi lying on the steps, Han Qian threw away the stick in his hand, supported the guardrail with both hands, and jumped down directly. He stepped heavily on Li Guangbi's chest with his feet, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on Han Qian's trouser legs. Before Li Guangbi could come back to his senses, Han Qian kicked him on the head, and his head hit the metal guardrail with a crisp sound. Han Qian stepped on Li Guangbi's wrist holding the dagger with one foot, bent over and sneered.

"Who do you think you are? You are a piece of trash who can't tell life from death after fighting with Liu Ding, and you still think you can beat me?"

Looking down at Li Guangbi's right hand, Han Qian took the dagger and said softly to Li Guangbi.

"Shh, don't move, or you won't be able to stab me!"

The dagger pierced Li Guangbi's right palm, and Han Qian said fiercely.

"Thank you for reminding me that you killed Ah Er, otherwise I would have thought it was even because Li Guangxi died! Your tattoo is ugly, I will change it for you!"

Lifted the dagger and scratched the tattoo on Li Guangbi's head.

Eight fifty-eight.

Han Qian dragged a bright red braised egg to the only room with the light on, threw down the braised egg in his hand and looked at the guys in the room and Hu Haimian hanging on the rope outside the window.

There was only Lin Zongheng in the room, wearing a white suit, crossing his legs, staring at Han Qian at the door with his fingers crossed.

"I'm surprised."

Han Qian lit another cigarette.

"I will return Li Guangbi to you, and you release Haimian. Lin Zongheng, I will give you one last chance. I can wait for you to regroup once more."

Lin Zongheng smiled and shook his head.

"Han Qian! It has come to this juncture. I will not use Guangbi's life and death to exchange for the victory that is about to be achieved. I believe he will understand me. Besides, why should I agree to you if you don't kill people? Instead, I want you to put down the dagger in your hand now, otherwise if this beautiful girl suddenly gets a knife on her face! Well, Han Qian, let me show you my masterpiece!"

Lin Zongheng stretched out his hand and pulled off Hu Haimian's clothes. The girl's originally smooth back was tattooed with humiliating words and disgusting patterns. Han Qian's face became gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and trembled.

"Lin Zongheng, there is no need to torture an innocent person like this!"

Lin Zongheng laughed.

"Why? I have money, I have power, I want wind, I want rain, I can torture whoever I want, I can do whatever I want, Han Qian! My tattoo skills are really good , much more powerful than the two earthworms on your arms, you said, I want to give my name If I tattoo it on her face, will she remember me for the rest of her life? You said I want to tattoo a few patterns on her butt. If she finds a boyfriend in the future, will she be disliked for the rest of her life? Han Qian, then take a photo Post the photo online. Do you think she will commit suicide? '

Han Qian took a step forward, and Lin Zongheng raised his hand.

"Don't move! I don't guarantee what I will do, but now I have thought of a more fun thing! Han Qian, I want to see you get hurt. The scar on your shoulder feels really disgusting! I What should I do if I feel so disgusted that I want to kill someone?”

Han Qian stopped and frowned.

"What do you want?"

"Cut it!"

"Can."

Han Qian bent down and picked up the dagger on the ground and pointed it at the scar left by the gunshot wound on his shoulder. Han Qian's face was very plain and he used the dagger to cut through the flesh and blood of his shoulder, but the dense sweat on his forehead already showed the pain.

It's much more painful to go under the knife on oneself than it is when someone else goes under the knife on oneself.

Lin Zongheng held his chin, looked at Han Qian, and said softly.

"But what should I do if I'm not satisfied yet? Han Qian, I'm really dissatisfied and don't think it looks good at all? Now I'll give you a choice, should I give her a tattoo now, or should you pierce the shoulder yourself? Woolen cloth?"

Han Qian frowned and looked at Lin Zongheng, who smiled.

"Hesitated?"

Han Qian shook his head.

"No, I was wondering how empty you must be to keep playing this kind of game."

Han Qian raised the dagger and stabbed it into his shoulder. He groaned and bent down, gritting his teeth and breathing heavily with red eyes. Lin Zongheng looked at Han Qian pretending to be distressed.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Han Qian, oh Han Qian, why are you doing this? You are hurting yourself for this kind of garbage that will not help you? Think about it, you are injured, you die, everyone around you is... You will suffer, but whether she lives or dies has no effect on you!"

Lin Zongheng was not angry at Han Qian, but expressed his inner thoughts. He really didn't understand why Han Qian always cared about the lives of unimportant people.

Han Qian raised his head, stared at Lin Zongheng and smiled.

"Split up! If you are hung here, I will set up a fire below to roast the bastard!"

Lin Zongheng nodded.

"Well! What you said makes sense, very much. You succeeded in making me angry. I like your legs. I'll put a sponge in the knife again."

Han Qian still did not hesitate. Seeing the dagger piercing Han Qian's thigh, Lin Zongheng threw the remote control aside, took off his suit jacket and put it on the chair, waving his fists to warm up.

"Han Qian, I always feel that we should solve the problems between us in a very manly way! Let's challenge each other!"