Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1313 Ji Jing, why don't you fight for it?
"Old Han, why don't you call the police first!"

"Don't...don't do that! Go back to your room and play."

The old man stretched out his hand and pushed Ye's father into the door of Yeshai Pavilion, and reminded him not to call the police.

After closing the door, the old man turned around and looked at the people standing not far away. He lit a welding cigarette rolled by his daughter-in-law. The thick smoke obscured the old man's face.

"Just this old man? Is it necessary for us to come with so many people for just this thing? I can catch it with one hand! I won't break the law if I kick it to death, right?"

"Hahahaha, how about I do it? This old thing is worth so much money? Two hundred thousand per person? How about you all leave, I will be gentler later."

"There's no need for this big brother, tsk tsk tsk ~ come here, old dog."

There were jeers and jeers from the crowd.

The old man walked forward step by step. The first step was very slow, and the second step gradually became faster. After a few seconds, he had turned into an old man in his sixties and rushed towards a group of men in their twenties who were in their prime.

At the back of the crowd, a foreign man in his thirties holding a dagger in his hand stared at the rushing crowd. The information Tang Li gave him deified this old man, and many materials showed that he had surpassed the range of normal people.

The old man walked forward quickly, then suddenly stopped, half-crouched on the ground, and jumped high the next second. A crack appeared on a dilapidated bluestone slab under his feet. At this time, a man standing in front of the old man with a steel rod in each hand raised his head slightly and looked at the old man who was blocking the moon in front of him.

He swallowed.

The next second, the fist landed on his chest, and the man's chest collapsed visibly. The fist did not retract its force after hitting the body, and pressed the man's body hard onto the blue bricks on the ground.

The dust was slightly picked up, and the man lying on the blue bricks with a collapsed chest was spitting out blood. Everyone was shocked by the scene before them.

What happened in just a few seconds?

Before the old man could straighten up, he rushed forward again and swooped down towards the most muscular man in the crowd. This sturdy man was nearly two meters tall and weighed at least two hundred and eighty kilograms. Such a tricky opponent would not give him the opportunity to play to his strengths.

Just then someone rushed over.

"I just don't believe this old dog..."

"Pull over to me!"

Before the person who was speaking could finish his words, the old man grabbed his arm and threw him out. The two-meter-tall strong man leaned over slightly, looked at the old man rushing towards him, and murmured in his heart.

"I've seen this kind of trick too many times. As long as I bend down and keep my lower body steady, you can..."

When he was less than one meter away from the strong man, the old man pushed the ground with his feet, and his body was like a fired cannonball. The man who was still trying to stabilize his lower body felt like he was facing a great enemy.

"Ok!"

The old man's shoulder hit the strong man's abdomen. The strong man groaned and his whole body was knocked away by the old man.

Click!

A pine tree as thick as his arm was broken, and the old man slowly stood up, his breathing slightly rapid.

It seemed that the movement was too large and tore open the two gunshot wounds on his body. The price he paid was an injury to his spine. Now the strong man tried hard to get up, but he could not feel any sensation in his legs.

The old man adjusted his breathing, took a deep breath, raised his hands and grabbed his vest, and roared at the young man in front of him. The man holding the machete was frightened and took two steps back holding the knife.

It has not been five minutes since they got off the bus and three people have been injured. One of them is in critical condition, and the remaining two are lying on the ground.

Seeing the monster approaching step by step, the man threw down the dagger in his hand and turned to run.

It doesn't matter whether you have money or not, what matters is being alive.

This old man is definitely not an ordinary person, he must have fought in the Octagon Cage when he was young!

If someone runs first, others will follow.

In just over ten seconds, there were only three or four people left in front of the old man. The remaining people looked at each other, stepped back slightly, turned around and left.

This old man dared to charge over when there were nineteen people here. With only a few of them left, wouldn't this old monster be like beating up little Jerry?
There was only one person left in front of the old man, a white man with golden hair holding a dagger and speaking softly.

"There's something wrong with your body, so you acted very brave and scared us away, but unfortunately I saw through you."

The old man was not good at speaking, especially to strangers he didn't know. But what the foreigner said was right. The two gunshot wounds on the old man's body had indeed not healed. In the two previous attacks, his arms and legs had sent signals of dissatisfaction to his brain.

The old man ignored the foreigner and kept on talking incoherently but no one knew what he was trying to say.

The white-skinned man threw the dagger in his hand, then took out the second dagger and threw it into the air, then the third. He kept throwing the three daggers in his hands, catching them, throwing them up, and catching them.

The old man frowned slightly.

"Come here in the middle of the night to perform acrobatics for me? I don't have any money to give you."

The white-skinned man laughed.

"Acrobatics? Whatever the old gentleman says, let me introduce myself first. My name is Charlie, and I'm from a country in Europe. Many people have died in my hands over the years, including the poor, the rich, officials, women, the elderly, and children. How about we make a deal? You get out of the way, and I won't kill anyone when I go in! How do you think?"

The old man turned his head to look at Yeshaikaku behind him. At this moment, Charlie caught the dagger and threw it towards the old man's face. The old man leaned back to dodge the sneak attack of the dagger, and the dagger pierced into the tree trunk. Then two daggers stabbed at the old man one above and one below.

The old man dodged the second dagger by leaning sideways, then lowered his head to look at the dagger that had pierced his right thigh, then raised his head to look at Charlie and frowned.

"Is the performance over?"

Charlie took out another dagger and threw it up, laughing.

"It's so hard to get a gun in your country. Damn it! I hate places full of surveillance. The whole world says that this country is backward and poor..."

The old man reached out and pulled out the dagger from his right leg, frowning.

"Are you done with your rambling?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger was thrown. When Charlie dodged the dagger sideways, the old man had already rushed over quickly. His fist as big as a sandbag hit Charlie's face with a sound of breaking wind. Charlie just sneered and then punched out.

He was the first person in all these years who dared to take Han Xiu's punch head-on.

The old man's fist landed on Charlie's cheek, and Charlie's left fist hit the old man's jaw. Charlie's body flew sideways and hit the tree. He held the pine tree with one hand and kept shaking his head. He felt that his head was hammered apart at this moment. At this moment, the old man stood there and looked coldly at Charlie not far away. He tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of saliva, with a tooth in the bright red saliva.

He was able to stand after taking Han Xiu's punch and at the same time knocked out one of the old man's teeth.

The old man found that it was he who was muttering about Charlie, and it was his injured body that was singing against him. Just as the old man stepped forward to finish Charlie off, Charlie, who was originally shaking his head, suddenly raised his head and grinned at the old man. Two flying knives attacked him in the dark night, and the old man bent down and dodged quickly.

Charlie disappeared into the night, the pine forest becoming his best disguise.

In the Lin family villa, Lin Zongheng sat in front of the computer with a small microphone in front of him. Ye Zhi was not the only one who could control the overall situation. Lin Zongheng said softly, "Don't worry, just hold that old monster back. He has injuries and is old! Your dagger is poisoned. As for the people in Ye Zhai Pavilion, there will be others to deal with them. What is the chance of winning by killing this old man head-on?"

Charlie whispered.

"Ninety-nine percent."

As he finished speaking, an egg-sized stone flew past Charlie's hair. Charlie was sure that if this stone hit him, he would have to see God tonight.

Lin Zongheng took a sip of red wine and said softly.

"That's no different than one percent, just drag it on!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Zongheng began to prepare the second wave of troops. At the same time, he cursed at Li Guangbi who was not around. This bald guy was a little crazy. He actually disobeyed his orders in order to kill Liu Ding!
He even said that Li Guangxi died because he was not as skilled as others, and he must kill Liu Ding.

Up.

They say a smart head doesn't have hair, so that thing of his isn't a head at all.

"Tang Li, make some contact now and have someone go to support Yesai Pavilion. Also, those two guys in Swan Lake would rather die than hand over the management rights. You should also prepare. Also, pay attention to Ye Zhi's situation. This child must not be allowed to live."

"I see."

Lin Zongheng looked at the fish tank not far away. He felt that he had seen Han Qian going crazy and collapsing.

After taking a sip of red wine, Lin Zongheng smiled.

"It's so good to be a bad guy... Oh! I'm not a bad guy, I'm GOD!"

In the hospital, Han Qian made fun of Yan Qingqing because Yan Qingqing said she was the pillar of the family, and then was slapped three times by Qian'er's mother and ran away. Qian'er's mother was lying on the bed, and Ji Jing was sitting beside her peeling peanuts.

It wasn't long before a bag was full and Qian'er's mother suddenly spoke.

"Jingjing, who is smarter, you or Tongyao?"

“Children’s rhymes are clever.”

"Well, who knows more about computers, you or poetry?"

"I know a lot about poetry."

"Who is prettier, you or Luoshen?"

"Lotus is beautiful."

"Then what about Han Qianhe..."

"Han Qian!"

Qian'er's mother rolled her eyes.

Wow, he gave the answer directly without even saying who he was competing with.

Taking out her cell phone and fiddling with it gently, Qian'er's mother leaned close to Ji Jing and whispered.

"Ji Jing, call little Tu Kun and ask her to do something. We can't just stay passive and let that little bastard play chess. I don't care if he bullies Han Qian, but I won't let him bully my grandson! Let little Tu Kun find someone to pretend to be an angry netizen and cause trouble at Tang Li's residence. Let Lin Zongheng's left hand be broken first."

"Good mother."

While Qian'er's mother was talking, Ji Jing had already dialed the phone. Little Tu Kun clearly heard what his grandmother said. Ji Jing hung up the phone only after she was sure that little Tu Kun understood. Qian'er's mother pinched her chin and spoke again.

"If only I had read more books! Ji Jing, call Tu Xiao and ask him how the interrogation of those two people went. Forget it! Don't ask about the results. Prepare to call the police directly and say that the two admitted that Lin Zongheng hired them to follow me."

Ji Jing whispered as she searched for the phone number.

"Will this work? If there is no evidence, there is nothing we can do if Lin Zongheng refuses to admit it."

Qian'er's mother frowned.

"You're really not as smart as Tong Yao."

Tong Yao pushed the door open and came in, laughing.

"Mom~ This Bobo Xu Niang actually knows everything. She knows everything in her heart, but she just won't say it out loud. Aunt Ji, this green tea girl, also cares about other people's feelings."

Ji Jing glanced at Tong Yao. If looks could kill, Tong Yao would have died many times.

Qian'er's mother laughed, but still gave an explanation.

"The matter between Lin Zongheng and Han Qian is theirs. This time, Lin Zongheng has crossed the line, so your father and I came up from the countryside to help. I will not get involved in this matter until Ye Zhi's baby is born and she returns home."

Ji Jing said "oh" and went to make a phone call. Qian'er's mother thought for a few seconds, then looked at Tong Yao and smiled.

"Children's songs~"

Tong Yao said suspiciously in a low voice.

"You can't possibly say that I'm the backbone of the family. This is just a lie to fool Yan Qingqing. She's almost wearing a bulletproof vest now."

Qian'er's mother smiled.

"How can this be a lie? Little Han Qian asked me to go to Qian Ling's place. It's impossible that Dong Yangjie works for us and we give birth to a child here without caring about the feelings of the Qian family? We can't be like this. Han Qian is just causing trouble for Ye Zi! Didn't you hear what he said just now?"

Ji Jing narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"He is also worried about Ye Zhi's safety~"

Tong Yao curled her lips.

"Then you're going to get Yan Qingqing an assault rifle, right?"

Ji Jing turned her head to look at Tong Yao, narrowed her eyes and spoke softly.

"Can you die?"

Nursery Rhyme laughed.

"cannot!"

(End of this chapter)