Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

I don’t know how thick-skinned Lin Zongheng is, from the beginning to now, and he even threatened Han Qian to harm himself twice before he said that there should be a duel between men.

Han Qian reached out and pulled off Li Guangbi's clothes, wrapping them around the wounds on his shoulders and thighs, and mocked.

"You bastard, you really haven't changed at all. You were the worst man back then, but now you are still the same. Are you afraid if I don't get hurt?"

Lin Zongheng unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and walked towards Han Qian.

"Afraid? You say I'm afraid of you? Han Qian, can you please show some respect? I, Lin Zongheng, am the only one in Fengtian who is not afraid of you!"

As he spoke, his fist struck at the wound on Han Qian's shoulder. Han Qian suddenly raised his hand to hold Lin Zongheng's fist. Lin Zongheng's left fist struck again. Han Qian raised his hand again to hold it, and then raised his hand. Putting his leg on Lin Zongheng's right foot, Han Qian slowly raised his head and looked at Lin Zongheng.

"You bastard, you have to have limits in what you do. If you don't respect life, life won't respect you either!"

The hands that were competing with Lin Zongheng suddenly released their strength. The moment Lin Zongheng moved forward, he was met with a headbutt.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and Lin Zongheng staggered back two steps. He slowly raised his head and touched the big swelling on his forehead. Lin Zongheng let out a roar full of unwillingness. The anger in his heart did not wait to be vented. Han Qian's The fist had already landed on Lin Zongheng's face.

Lin Zongheng staggered to the right. Han Qian took out the last syringe, the most special one, and pointed it at the root of his thigh and pierced the flesh. He watched the transparent liquid like a demon's curse disappear little by little. in the body.

In just a few seconds, Han Qian's neck twitched slightly. He felt his heartbeat speeding up abnormally, and the questions continued to rise. He felt very excited as he alternated between cold and hot. He threw away the syringe in his hand and Han Qian looked at it. Xiang Lin Zongheng showed a playful smile.

"Bastard, the game has just begun."

Lin Zongheng felt that in just a blink of an eye, Han Qian had appeared in front of him, pressing his shoulders with both hands. Han Qian raised his knee and hit Lin Zongheng's lower abdomen hard. Lin Zongheng bent over in pain, and Han Qian grabbed his hair. An uppercut.

The moment Lin Zongheng raised his head, the bright red spray was tinged with ivory white. Lin Zongheng took two steps back. Before he could recover, Han Qian stepped forward again, grabbed Lin Zongheng's shoulder and hammered him down.

Lin Zongheng leaned against the window and stared at Han Qian with his mouth full of red. After a few seconds, Lin Zongheng suddenly laughed.

"Han Qian, can you change anything?"

Han Qian stepped forward and punched Lin Zongheng in the stomach. This punch almost made Lin Zongheng spit out bile, but Lin Zongheng smiled instead of getting angry.

"Han Qian, I know what you injected yourself with! This stuff is addictive. Prince Binhai, the prince in the hearts of all people, takes drugs! Han Qian, Han Qian! Do you really think I can't beat you?"

Lin Zongheng elbowed Han Qian's severely injured lower back. What came instead of Han Qian's painful wail was a very excited laugh.

"hey-hey!"

These two short words fell into Lin Zongheng's ears, making his heart skip a beat. The next second, Han Qian stretched out his arm to hold Lin Zongheng's neck.

Bang!

The back of his head hit the window sill hard, and Han Qian turned around and grabbed Lin Zongheng's head.

Click!

The back of his head broke the glass of the window.

Click!

The first one!

Click!

The second one!

Han Qian grabbed Lin Zongheng's head and smashed the glass of all the windows. At this time, Lin Zongheng's head was stained red with blood.

Click!

Lin Zongheng roared angrily as Han Qian held his head down next to Hu Fongfong.

"Look! Look at it!"

Han Qian reached out and grabbed the shards of glass. Regardless of the punctured palm, the sharpness of the glass shards cut through the flesh of Lin Zongheng's forehead.

"You like tattoos, right? I like them too!"

Lin Zongheng roared and wailed, and Han Qian drew three blood marks on his forehead.

"Remember, the nickname I gave you will follow you into the coffin!"

Just when Han Qian was about to draw the vertical line, Li Guangbi, who was seriously injured, suddenly rushed over and hugged Han Qian's lower back, roaring.

"Run! You run!"

Han Qian took two steps back, raised his feet and kicked Lin Zongheng in the heart to use his strength to move back, elbowed Li Guangbi behind him, turned around and hugged Li Guangbi's lower back when his arms were relieved, Han Qian roared angrily, and Li Guangbi, who weighed more than 180 kilograms, was lifted over his head by Han Qian and smashed into a chair.

At this time, Lin Zongheng rushed over and stood behind Han Qian and strangled Han Qian's neck.

Naked choke.

At this time, Lin Zongheng was no better than Han Qian. His entire face was stained red with blood.

"You had a lot of fun just now, Han Qian! You want to save everyone in the world, right? But you can't do anything!"

The feeling of suffocation made Han Qian's head slightly confused. Han Qian tried his best to calm down. He ignored Lin Zongheng and was speechless. He leaned against Lin Zongheng and bumped backwards hard. Lin Zongheng's lower back hit the window sill. The next second, he tightened Han Qian's neck again.

Hitting Lin Zongheng's lower back again and again. At the moment when Lin Zongheng was relieved from the pain, Han Qian broke away, turned around and hit Lin Zongheng's head with two consecutive headbutts, grabbed Lin Zongheng's arm, and put him on his shoulders. , Han Qian said ferociously.

"I'll let you recall your cliff jumping back then!"

puff!

The sharp dagger pierced through the flesh and blood. Han Qian knelt on one knee in pain. Lin Zongheng fell to the ground and rolled to the side. Han Qian turned his head to look at the dagger on his calf and Li Guangbi who was holding the dagger. Han Qian stood up, raised his leg and pulled out the dagger. He turned around and bent over to hold Li Guangbi's head and put it on a piece of wood.

"My dream is to play in the European Cup!"

The powerful shot landed on Li Guangbi's head. Han Qian, who was like a colander at this time, bent over and panted and stared at Lin Zongheng who was struggling to get up from the ground. Lin Zongheng stared at Han Qian and found that he seemed to be unable to beat Han Qian now.

But he didn't understand. When Han Qian was not injured, he had the advantage when the two of them fought. Why is Han Qian almost dead now...

Why can he be killed in one shot now? Why doesn't he die!

Looking at Han Qian walking step by step, Lin Zongheng took a step back and Han Qian grinned.

"We haven't finished tattooing yet! My handwriting is beautiful! No one will disturb us now!"

Lin Zongheng took a step forward and punched Han Qian in the face with all his strength. Han Qian tilted his body, then looked up at Lin Zongheng and smiled.

"You didn't have milk when you were a child? You can't use force, right?"

This sentence pierced Lin Zongheng's deepest sensitivity. Lin Zongheng's eyes were red and he punched Han Qian's face again. Han Qian leaned back slightly and looked at Lin Zongheng and grinned again.

"Liu Shengge is a man without a dick. You are not as good as a woman with a dick. You haven't eaten! Come on! Let me see how strong you are!"

After two consecutive punches, Han Qian spit out a tooth and looked at Lin Zongheng fiercely.

"Are you done? Then it's my turn!"

After a punch, Lin Zongheng's body retreated continuously and hit the shabby table. Han Qian shook his fist and looked at Lin Zongheng with crazy eyes.

"Damn, I seem to be addicted!"

Han Qian stepped forward, jumped up and kicked Lin Zongheng in the chest. Lin Zongheng fell back and flipped over the table. Han Qian climbed up and walked forward, looking down at Lin Zongheng.

"You must be able to take a beating!"