Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1397: The way of being a man as mentioned by Lin Zongheng?

It took him twenty minutes to deal with the warehouse. Lin Zongheng could accept this result. After all, those ten were just ordinary people and had hardly ever fought.

But these two noodle shops were carefully selected by him and brought from other mountain villages at his own expense.

Both of them were 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 both?

Checking the cell phone surveillance, I only saw the last three people disappear into the kitchen. When the figures appeared again, only Han Qian came out.

How on earth did he do it?
He has been missing for a year. Did he go to study without telling me?

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 and just played slowly!
Soon, Han Qian arrived at the abandoned hospital as agreed. Coming here late at night and feeling the cold wind 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 be like?
Han Qian, holding a cigarette in his mouth, walked into the abandoned hospital building with his bare back and his hands in his pockets. The building was in ruins, tables and chairs were thrown randomly in the corridor, and the window glass was shattered. Occasionally, wild cats could be seen staring at the human-like creature that suddenly appeared in the dark with a pair of bright eyes.

Han Qian walked up the stairs. When he reached the third floor, a figure appeared on the stairs in front of him. Looking at the shining head in the dark, he knew who it was without even looking at the face.

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. He is lucky to have survived for so long."

Li Guangbi lowered his head and looked at Han Qian.

"It will do you no good if you irritate 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. What a pity. It's a pity that I didn't even have time to torture him. But before he died, he must have hoped that you would live well, right?"

Li Guangbi pulled out a dagger, and Han Qian bent down and picked up a stool leg before speaking.

"You two brothers have a deep bond, but have you ever thought about this? Letting your brother go to die is 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 under the armpit.

Han Qian demonstrated what it means that an inch longer is an inch stronger. Li Guangbi's dagger was still a little short. He sat down on the steps, covering his armpits, and then grinned at Han Qian.

"When Ah Er died, he hoped that I wouldn't kill you."

Han Qian nodded.

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

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

Looking at Li Guangbi lying on the steps, Han Qian threw away the stick in his hand, supported himself on the guardrail with both hands and jumped down, stomping on Li Guangbi's chest with both feet. A mouthful of blood spurted on Han Qian's trouser leg. Before Li Guangbi could come 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 the difference between life and death after fighting with Liu Ding. You still think you can beat me?"

Looking down at Li Guangbi's right hand, Han Qian took the dagger and spoke 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 ferociously.

"Thank you for reminding me that you killed Ah Er. Otherwise, I would have thought that we were even just because Lee Kwang Hee was dead! Your tattoo is ugly. I will change it for you!"

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

Eight fifty-eight.

Han Qian dragged a bright red boiled egg into the only room with lights on, dropped the boiled egg in his hand and looked at the guys in the room and the bearded man hanging on a rope outside the window. Lin Zongheng was the only one 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 Haimiao. Lin Zongheng, I will give you one last chance. I can wait for you to get back on your feet once more."

Lin Zongheng smiled and shook his head.

"Han Qian! It has come to this point. 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 anyone? Instead, I want you to put down the dagger in your hand now, otherwise this beautiful girl will be stabbed in the face by a knife! Well, Han Qian, let me show you my masterpiece!"

Lin Zongheng reached out and tore off Hu Haimian's clothes. The girl's originally smooth back was tattooed with humiliating words and disgusting patterns. Han Qian's face turned 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 and power. I can get whatever I want. I can torture whoever I want and do whatever I want, Han Qian! My tattooing skills are really amazing, much better than those two earthworms on your arms. Tell me, if I tattoo my name on her face, will she remember me forever? Tell me, if I tattoo a few patterns on her butt, will she be disliked for the rest of her life if she finds a boyfriend in the future? Han Qian, and then take photos and post them online, do you think she will commit suicide?"

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

"Don't move! I can't guarantee what I will do, but I have thought of something more interesting! Han Qian, I want to see you get hurt. The scar on your shoulder makes me feel really sick! What should I do if I feel so sick 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. He pointed it at the scar on his shoulder left by the gunshot wound. Han Qian's expression was very calm as he used the dagger to cut the flesh on his shoulder, but the dense sweat on his forehead already showed the pain.

It hurts much more to stab yourself than to be stabbed by others.

Lin Zongheng pinched his chin and looked at Han Qian, saying softly.

"But what should I do if I'm still not satisfied? Han Qian, I'm really not satisfied. I don't think it looks good at all. Now I'm giving you a choice. Do I tattoo her now, or do you pierce your shoulder yourself?"

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 over. He gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and he was breathing heavily. Lin Zongheng looked at Han Qian with pretended heartache.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Han Qian, ah Han Qian, why are you doing this? Why are you hurting yourself for this kind of rubbish who can't help you at all? Think about it, if you get hurt or die, the people around you will suffer, but whether she lives or dies has no effect on you!"

Lin Zongheng was not angry with Han Qian, but was expressing his inner thoughts. He really didn't understand why Han Qian always cared about the life and death of unimportant people.

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

"Assign people! If you are hung here, I will set up a fire below to roast turtles!"

Lin Zongheng nodded.

"Yeah! What you said makes sense, very reasonable. You succeeded in making me angry. I like your legs. If you hit me again, I'll let Hu Haimian go."

Han Qian still did not hesitate. Watching the dagger piercing Han Qian's thigh, Lin Zongheng threw the remote control in his hand 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 our problems in a very manly way! Let's have a one-on-one fight!"

(End of this chapter)