Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1314 Physical Discomfort and Unkillable Cockroaches
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Tang Li was about to make a phone call late at night when she heard the sound of glass breaking in the living room. She lived on the seventh floor, and she couldn't imagine who could throw a brick so high. The next second, the glass in the master bedroom shattered. Tang Li screamed, got up and ran out.

Waves of condemnation and abuse spread throughout the community.

"You foreign devils, get out of our country right now. You hit our scientific researchers and still refuse to apologize!"

In the crowd, Xiao Tu Kun, wearing a leather jacket, was sitting on a motorcycle, holding a lollipop in his mouth and pointing at Xiao Hai.

"Uncle Hai, this is the only noise your fireworks make? Come on, get some steel pipes and put the firecrackers in them and blow them up at Tang Li's glass! Let her have a taste of the Italian cannon! Damn you useless bastards, you don't even know how to curse?"

Little Tu Kun took out a loudspeaker and was about to speak when the window of the resident behind him opened and shouted angrily.

"Are you guys still going to let me sleep? Are you crazy?"

Little Tu Kun turned his head to look at the man who opened the window, then waved to his two younger brothers.

"Go, take off his vocal cords."

Then Xiao Tu Kun turned on the loudspeaker.

"Hey! Hey! Tang Li, you bastard, you bastard, you bastard, you bastard deliberately hit Miss Song with your car. Miss Song has made great contributions to Chinese medicine. You bastard deliberately drove your car to kill her? Are you a spy sent by the enemy? Are you Japanese? Get out of here, get out right now!"

Tu Kun's swearing was really dirty, especially very foul. This had a lot to do with her living environment. Tang Li was already at a loss at this time. Firecrackers were exploding in her living room, there were people swearing downstairs, and someone was knocking on the door. Tang Li knew that if she was caught by this little Tu Kun, her life would be completely over.

Among all people, only Han Qian cares about the relationship between himself and Zhou Le. Zhou Le is nothing in the eyes of others.

Tang Li was panicked. She had no intention of dealing with the matter of Yeshaige. Tang Li was not afraid that it was the police, nor was she afraid that it was Han Qian, nor was she afraid of Ye Zhi, but she was afraid of the little Tu Kun downstairs.

This brat is even more of a bastard than Tu Xiao. Before Tu Xiao does something, he has to think about whether there will be trouble. But this little Tu Kun only thinks about one thing.

Where is my uncle?
It was a little after two in the morning when the police finally arrived. Little Tu Kun was standing downstairs, holding a lollipop in his mouth and looking at the police with a raised eyebrow.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? I cursed them, but these firecrackers have nothing to do with me. I don't even know them! What? Cursing people is against the law? Wait for me to call my uncle."

The police knew Xiao Tu Kun. The incident of Xiao Tu Kun swearing was a big deal, but it was also a small matter. After giving Xiao Tu Kun a simple lecture, Xiao Tu Kun didn't say anything and rode away on his motorcycle. After he had walked a long way, Xiao Tu Kun continued to curse with the loudspeaker in hand. This time it was even more unpleasant. He rode around the neighborhood on his motorcycle and cursed, and this was the last sentence.

"Tang Li, don't fall into my hands. I'm not the ignorant little girl I was back then. I'm a grown woman now!"

Xiao Tu Kun ran away. Tang Li watched Xiao Hai sneer at him and hide behind the policeman. The policeman looked at Xiao Hai, then at Tang Li, and decided to take them both back to avoid disturbing others.

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At this time, in the forest in front of Yeshai Pavilion, Charlie was hiding in the darkness and was somewhat doubting about his life.

Things seemed different from what he had imagined. The old monster did not come to chase him. Charlie, who had been hiding for more than half an hour, felt like he had taken a nap. It would be dawn soon. Charlie took a deep breath and moved towards the main door of Yeshai Pavilion. At this time, a pair of eyes in the darkness were staring at Charlie.

Charlie held two daggers in his hands, bent over and walked forward carefully, and the old monster he was looking for was less than half a meter behind him. Charlie had walked more than a hundred meters and did not notice someone following him.

It was not until he reached the courtyard of Yesha Pavilion that Charlie looked at the two people reflected in the mirror. At that moment, he felt his scalp tighten and the hairs on his body stood up. He turned around with the dagger in his hand and drew an arc.

Charlie quickly distanced himself from the old monster, his face now covered in sweat.

What exactly is going on? It is certain that this old monster is a powerful warrior. When did he start following me? How long has he been following me? Does he have countless opportunities to kill me?

At this moment, Charlie felt like a prey being targeted by a hunter.

How could an old man who had to hunt in the mountains to fill his stomach since he was a child make a noise to alarm the prey when he was tracking it? If the prey ran away, he and his sister would go hungry.

Charlie looked at the old man's bleeding right leg and said in a low voice.

"You won't live long."

The old man nodded.

"Yeah, I know! I'll just kill you in three minutes and then bandage you up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man stepped forward, and Charlie also stepped forward with a dagger in both hands. The old man's fist came towards Charlie's face again. The two daggers turned into two silver flowers in Charlie's hands, and the sharp daggers scratched the old man's flesh, leaving a trace of bright red.

In just a few seconds, the old man's arm was covered with more than a dozen knife marks. However, the one who was panicking was not the old man but Charlie. He found that the fist had no intention of stopping.

The fist hit Charlie's face accurately, and his body flew backwards. Charlie tried to get up after landing, and knelt on one knee on the ground, covering his crooked hooked nose. When he looked at the old man again, his heart skipped a beat, so he looked around, and he didn't know when his two daggers appeared in the hands of this old monster.

Charlie bent over and spoke in a low voice.

"You are not human."

The old man frowned.

"You curse because you can't beat him? You're better than Ding Peng, eh! You're at least five times as good as Ding Peng!"

The old man was a little surprised that Charlie had withstood the old man's attacks twice without dying, but it also made the old man a little serious.

Throwing away the dagger in his hand, Charlie suddenly stood up, took off his shirt and spoke.

"In fact, people don't need to be so confident. Maybe there are many times when you don't necessarily need to fight alone." Bang!
A red brick broke on the old man's head. The old man turned around and found that the man he had thrown out appeared behind him at some point. The old man raised his hand and touched his head.

Feeling the warm and moist touch, the old man frowned and stretched out his right hand. The man, who had already used up all his courage, was grabbed by the neck with one hand by the old man and lifted into the air. At this time, Charlie took two steps back, then turned around and rushed into Yeshai Pavilion.

The old man sneered, turned around and threw the man in his hand towards Charlie like a shot put. Charlie was hit on the leg by the man who threw him and knelt on one knee again. When he steadied himself and was about to speak, the old man had already rushed over, grabbed Charlie's hair and smashed it onto the blue bricks on the ground.

Then the old man grabbed the man's hair and lifted him up. Charlie, with a red face, grinned at the old man.

"If I were ten years younger, you wouldn't be my match."

The old man was too lazy to talk. He grabbed Charlie's head and smashed it against the bricks again. Charlie didn't move, and the old man didn't have time to deal with him because the people who had originally escaped came back.

It seemed that he had received the news of his injury, and it seemed that he was attracted by money again.

"See, he's already injured! He's now a toothless tiger. We have more people. If we take the money, we'll have everything in our lives. We can pay off our debts, and we don't have to look at your wives' faces at home."

The old man didn't bother to talk to them. He tore off his vest, picked up a stick and rushed towards the crowd like a tiger into a flock of sheep.

The first skinny guy who rushed up was kicked away by the old man, who flew far away and lay on the ground. The old man waved his fists and punched the two men one by one, grabbing their hair and dragging them. In just three to five minutes, the old man had already grabbed the neck of the guy who was stirring up the atmosphere. Now the old man only needed to use a little force and the man would die here. At this moment, Charlie, who the old man thought was dead, suddenly appeared behind the old man.

puff.

A dagger pierced the old man's back. The old man let go of the person in his hand, turned around, grabbed Charlie's arm, raised his right hand and dropped it hard.

Click!

Charlie's right arm took on a shape that a normal person couldn't make, and when the old man was about to chase him again, his head became confused and the dizziness became more severe. Charlie got time to catch his breath and turned around and ran.

The old man stood there, his body shaking slightly, then he looked at the guys lying on the ground groaning in pain, the old man turned and walked towards Yeshai Pavilion, sat at the door, leaned against it, and lit a cigarette tremblingly.

The old man is in a very unfavorable situation tonight to solve all the troubles in front of him.

Gunshot wounds in arms and legs.

Charlie stabbed him twice.

The blade may carry poison.

Was attacked by a brick.

If he were in his prime, he wouldn't need to be ten years younger, or even a day younger. Even if his arms and legs were not injured, he could easily deal with everyone here, including Charlie who was as immortal as a cockroach.

After taking two puffs of the cigarette, the old man coughed violently, and scarlet saliva fell on his palms. The old man took out his cell phone and called Han Qian.

"Son, are you hungry? What delicious food can I prepare for you?"

"Shut up! Don't talk, I'm on my way over now! I just encountered... ahem... ahem... a little trouble!"

At this time, Han Qian's body was covered in blood, his right eye socket was torn, his entire back was bruised and purple, especially the deep purple patch on his chest, which seemed like blood. Even a slight cough made Han Qian feel as if his chest was splitting in pain.

But he had to go and pick up the old man. Father Ye had a soft personality and would have been too frightened to move in such a scene. Mother Ye was a woman!

"Cough, cough, cough!"

There was another light cough, and some bright red blood fell on the white steering wheel. Han Qian gritted his teeth and said.

"Damn it! I'll cut off two of your fingers this time! Do you really think I have no ability to fight back against you?"

In the villa by the sea, Liu Shengge looked at Yanran who was sitting in front of him and frowned.

"You mean! You didn't get any advantage from that mad dog? In other words, you failed to kill Miss Song? Miss Song is still alive?"

Yanran nodded, and Liu Shengge roared.

"roll!"

Yanran left, and Liu Shengge stood alone in the classroom, listening to the ringing of the cell phone. Liu Shengge picked up the phone and answered the call with his eyes closed.

"He didn't die. He was stopped by Han Qian. You ask me? How can I know? How do I know that this mad dog is so good at fighting now? Fu Dong, I tell you, I have tried my best to do it. Miss Song and I have our grievances. I don't need you to teach me how to do things! If you dare to touch my brother, I will skin Zhao Zhen alive in front of you!"

After hanging up the phone, Liu Shengge frowned and thought, wondering whether he should surround Han Qian and kill him now.

Thinking of this, Liu Shengge turned around and went out. As soon as he started the car and left the community, he was followed by a Mercedes-Benz. Liu Shengge punched the steering wheel.

"Are you Han Qian's fucking dog?"

Su Liang held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the BMW parked on the road, curling his lips.

"You're not going anywhere."

(End of this chapter)