Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1398 I'll give you a tattoo too

I don’t know how thick-skinned Lin Zongheng is. From the warehouse to now, he even threatened Han Qian to stab himself twice before he said that they should have a man-to-man showdown.

Han Qian reached out and tore off Li Guangbi's clothes and wrapped them around the wounds on his shoulders and thighs, and spoke sarcastically.

"You bastard, you really haven't changed at all. You were the least manly back then, and you're still the same now. Are you afraid if I don't get hurt?"

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

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

As he spoke, a fist attacked the wound on Han Qian's shoulder. Han Qian suddenly raised his hand and held Lin Zongheng's fist. Lin Zongheng's left fist attacked again. Han Qian raised his hand again and held it. Then he raised his leg and stepped on Lin Zongheng's right foot that was about to be raised. Han Qian slowly raised his head and looked at Lin Zongheng.

"Turtle, there must be a limit to what you do. If you don't respect life, life won't respect you either!"

The hands that were struggling with Lin Zongheng suddenly lost their strength, and the moment Lin Zongheng leaned forward, he headbutted him.

boom!
With a muffled sound, Lin Zongheng's body 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. Before he could vent his anger, Han Qian's fist had already landed on Lin Zongheng's face.

Lin Zongheng's body staggered to the right. Han Qian took out the last syringe, which was also the most special one, and pierced his thigh into his flesh, watching the transparent liquid that was like a devil's curse disappear into his body bit by bit.

In just a few seconds, Han Qian's neck twitched slightly and he felt his heartbeat accelerated abnormally. His pulse continued to rise, and he felt very excited from the sudden change in temperature. Throwing away the syringe in his hand, Han Qian looked at Lin Zongheng with a playful smile.

"Turtle, the game has just begun."

Lin Zongheng felt like it was just a blink of an eye, and Han Qian had appeared in front of him. Putting his hands on his shoulders, Han Qian raised his knee and hit Lin Zongheng's lower abdomen. Lin Zongheng bent over in pain, and Han Qian grabbed his hair and hit him with an uppercut.

The moment Lin Zongheng raised his head, bright red liquid with a hint of ivory white spurted out. Lin Zongheng took two steps back. Before he could come to his senses, Han Qian approached him again, grabbed Lin Zongheng's shoulders and headbutted him.

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

"Han Qian, can you change anything?"

Han Qian stepped forward and punched Lin Zongheng in the stomach. This punch almost made Lin Zongheng vomit bile, but Lin Zongheng did not get angry but laughed instead.

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

Lin Zongheng elbowed Han Qian's already seriously injured lower back, but what came out was not Han Qian's wail of pain, but an excited laugh.

"hey-hey!"

These two short words made Lin Zongheng's heart skip a beat. The next second, Han Qian stretched out his arms and put them around Lin Zongheng's neck.

boom!
The back of his head hit the windowsill, and Han Qian turned around and grabbed Lin Zongheng's head.

Click!

The back of his head shattered the window glass.

Click!

First!
Click!

the second!
Han Qian grabbed Lin Zongheng's head and smashed all the window glass. At this time, Lin Zongheng's head was already stained with blood.

Click!

Lin Zongheng was held down by Han Qian and pressed next to Hu Haimian, roaring angrily.

"Look! Watch me!"

Han Qian reached out and grabbed the broken glass. He ignored the pierced palm and the sharpness of the broken glass cut the skin on Lin Zongheng's forehead. "You like tattoos, right? I like them too!"

Lin Zongheng roared and wailed, and Han Qian left three bloody marks on his forehead.

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

Just as Han Qian was about to draw the vertical line, the seriously injured Li Guangbi suddenly rushed over, hugged Han Qian's waist and roared.

"Run! Run!"

Han Qian took two steps back, raised his feet and kicked Lin Zongheng in the chest to use the force to retreat backwards, elbowed Li Guangbi behind him, and when his arms were unloading the force, he turned around and hugged Li Guangbi's waist. Han Qian roared, and Li Guangbi, who weighed more than 180 pounds, was lifted over his head and smashed onto a chair.

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

Naked choke.

At this time, Lin Zongheng was not much better than Han Qian. His whole face was stained with blood.

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

The feeling of suffocation made Han Qian's head a little dizzy. Han Qian tried hard to calm himself down. He ignored Lin Zongheng and couldn't say a word. He leaned against Lin Zongheng and pushed back hard. Lin Zongheng's lower back hit the windowsill, and the next second he tightened his grip on Han Qian's neck again.

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He hit Lin Zongheng's lower back again and again. At the moment when Lin Zongheng relaxed in pain, Han Qian broke free, turned around and hit Lin Zongheng's forehead twice in a row. Then he grabbed Lin Zongheng's arm, carried him on his shoulder, and said ferociously.

"Let me remind you of your cliff jumping!"

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 looked at Li Guangbi who was holding the dagger. Han Qian stood up, raised his leg and pulled out the dagger, then turned around and held Li Guangbi's head on a piece of wood.

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

A powerful shot landed on Li Guangbi's head. Han Qian, who was now like a sieve, bent over and gasped, staring at Lin Zongheng who was struggling to get up from the ground. Lin Zongheng stared at Han Qian, and he found that he seemed unable to beat Han Qian now.

But he didn't understand. When Han Qian was not injured, he had the upper hand when they fought. Why was Han Qian almost dead now?

Why doesn't he die when he can be killed in one blow?
Looking at Han Qian approaching step by step, Lin Zongheng took a step back. Han Qian grinned.

"We're not done with the tattoo yet! My handwriting is beautiful! No one will bother us now!"

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

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

These words pierced Lin Zongheng's deepest sensitivity. With red eyes, Lin Zongheng swung his fist at Han Qian's face again. Han Qian leaned back slightly, looked at Lin Zongheng and grinned again.

"Liu Shengge is a man without a dick. You are no better than a woman with a dick. You haven't eaten yet! Come on! Let me see how strong you are!"

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

"You're done? Then it's my turn!"

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

"Oh no, I seem to be addicted!"

Han Qian stepped forward, jumped up and kicked Lin Zongheng in the chest with both feet. Lin Zongheng's body leaned back and flipped over the table. Han Qian climbed up and walked forward, looking down at Lin Zongheng.

"You must be very resistant to beatings!"

(End of this chapter)