Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1399 Why aren’t you dead yet?
When Han Qian's fist landed on his face again and again, Lin Zongheng didn't understand why things turned out like this, why he couldn't beat Han Qian, was his life over like this?

Lin Zongheng kicked Han Qian away, stood up and roared.

"Why don't you die? Why don't you die yet?"

Lin Zongheng pounced on Han Qian, riding on Han Qian's body and punching him like raindrops. Han Qian didn't even think of defending himself. He reached out and grabbed Lin Zongheng's collar and pulled him in front of him, then turned over and rode on Lin Zongheng.

Lin Zongheng suddenly laughed.

"Han Qian! I forgot to remind you that I set a timer, hahaha! Han Qian! She is still going to die! Han Qian, I will make you live in pain and let him die in front of you, and then you will find that you can't do anything, you can't do anything, you can't save Zheng Jing, you can't save Zhou Le, you can't save A Da, and you can't redeem Feng Lun!"

Han Qian stood up and rushed towards Hu Haimian who was hanging outside the window. The moment he stood up, Lin Zongheng also stood up.

boom!
A gunshot was heard, Han Qian raised his hands and turned his head, then looked at Lin Zongheng who was holding a gun.

Lin Zongheng, with blood all over his face, raised his pistol and pointed it at Han Qian.

"Aren't you a good fighter? Aren't you a good fighter? Aren't you going to beat him to death? Han Qian, Han Qian, you really surprise me every time. I wonder how long the poison in your body can last! You won't kill anyone, right? Kill Li Guangbi! I want you to kill Li Guangbi now."

Han Qian raised his hands and looked at Lin Zongheng with a frown.

"He's about to die for you, and you want me to kill him?"

Lin Zongheng roared angrily.

"Yes! I ask you to kill him! Han Qian, I ask you to kill someone."

"I've killed someone. I kicked one down from the upper floor!"

"That doesn't count. It was an accident. You didn't have the intention to kill him at that time, and you didn't know he would fall. I asked you to kill Li Guangbi now and stab him in the heart with a dagger, so that you know he will die if you do it!"

Han Qian remained silent and did not move. At this time, Li Guangbi slowly stood up, picked up the dagger in his hand with difficulty and walked towards Han Qian. Looking at Li Guangbi who was walking towards him step by step with difficulty, Han Qian frowned.

"Lin Zongheng wants to kill you!"

Li Guangbi didn't say anything, but just walked forward step by step with the dagger in his hand. Han Qian frowned. Just when Li Guangbi was very close to Han Qian, Lin Zongheng pulled the trigger at Li Guangbi.

He had a gun, so Han Qian was bound to die, but such a simple death would be too easy for Han Qian.

The bullet penetrated Li Guangbi's back and a blood mist burst out. Li Guangbi turned his head with difficulty and looked at Lin Zongheng, grinning. Blood flowed in his mouth, but Li Guangbi smiled.

"Leader... I... I will still... follow you in my next life."

When Li Guangbi fell to the ground, Lin Zongheng's eyes turned red when he saw everything. At this time, Han Qian was holding a dagger in his hand, and the sharp end of the dagger was facing Li Guangbi. Li Guangbi didn't want to kill Han Qian, he just wanted Han Qian to kill himself to complete Lin Zongheng's order.

Lin Zongheng's brain went blank for a moment. Looking at Li Guangbi lying on the ground and spitting blood, Lin Zongheng's eyes gradually became confused.

At the moment when Lin Zongheng lost consciousness, Han Qian threw the dagger in his hand at him. As Lin Zongheng dodged in panic, he fired two shots in a row. Han Qian pressed Lin Zongheng's shoulder and kneed him. Lin Zongheng, who had a gun in his hand but was still being hit, roared angrily. When Lin Zongheng raised the pistol, Han Qian grabbed his arm, put his left hand under his elbow and twisted it hard, and the pistol fell to the ground. Han Qian gave Lin Zongheng a European uppercut on the chin.

Lin Zongheng covered his stomach and quickly retreated. Looking at the bullet hole in Han Qian's shoulder from which blood was constantly flowing, Lin Zongheng's eyes were filled with anger.

"Why aren't you dead yet!"

"I live just to give you nightmares!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qian picked up the pistol on the ground and pulled the trigger at Lin Zongheng's right leg, but there was only one bullet in the gun. Han Qian threw the gun away angrily.

"Just as useless as you!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and looked for the remote control. If Hu Haimian fell from the fourth floor, he would die. Lin Zongheng dragged his shot leg and picked up a wooden stool leg and rushed towards Han Qian. Just as Han Qian bent down to pick up the remote control, the stool leg fell on the back of Han Qian's head.

Blood flowed down like water. Han Qian covered the back of his head, turned around and punched Lin Zongheng. Lin Zongheng crossed the leg of a stool to block the punch.

Click!

The leg of the stool broke, and Han Qian's fist landed on his throat. Lin Zongheng vomited blood and lay on the ground, covering his throat and rolling around. When Han Qian picked up the remote control, it was already soaked with blood, and no matter how Han Qian pressed the buttons, there was no response.

In anger, Han Qian turned his head and looked at Lin Zongheng, picked up a chair and walked forward, smashing Lin Zongheng's right leg, "I didn't break your legs back then, but I can't let you walk out standing today." He hit Lin Zongheng again and again, and he kept wailing.

Han Qian knelt beside Lin Zongheng's head, holding a dagger. The sharp tip of the dagger cut through his flesh as he continued his artistic creation.

The crooked word "turtle" appeared on Lin Zongheng's forehead. Han Qian felt that this was not enough. He wanted to carve a turtle on Lin Zongheng's face and bury him in the coffin with the turtle.

砰

The door behind him was suddenly kicked open, and a gust of wind blew into the room. Before Han Qian could turn around, his body flew out and landed in the ruins of tables and chairs.

Han Qian struggled to stand up with the help of the table, and Han Qian smiled.

"Fuck your mother!"

Apart from these three words, Han Qian didn't know what to say.

His brain is now in a bad state because of this guy's appearance. Lin Zongheng's many moves didn't make Han Qian feel any pain, but this bastard's kick made it difficult for Han Qian to get up.

It may also be that the effect of the poison is wearing off.

Not to mention the poison, even the magic beans couldn't withstand Han Qian's torment.

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Han Qian struggled to get up and said again.

"Fuck your dead dad! Why didn't your dad take you with him when he died! Fuck your mom!"

Anger to the extreme.

But the extremely handsome man in a neat suit standing in the room did not say anything. He walked to Lin Zongheng who was lying on the ground and laughed.

"Who is the opportunist? Is it you? Is it Han Qian? Is it Feng Lun? Is it me!"

A silver pistol appeared in his hand, with the muzzle pointed at Lin Zongheng's legs. This time he learned his lesson and reached out to take out a deformed coin from Lin Zongheng's pocket.

"This thing won't save you anymore."

boom!
The bullet penetrated his flesh, but this time Lin Zongheng surprisingly did not make any wail. Instead, he gritted his teeth and stared at the man in front of him viciously.

"Kill me! If Han Qian doesn't kill people, you will kill people. Come and kill me! If I shout in front of you, I will be your son!"

boom!
The bullet pierced through his flesh again, and the severe pain made Lin Zongheng faint for a moment, but he burst into laughter instead.

"Are you tickling me? I will always regard Han Qian as my enemy. I feel proud that Han Qian calls me a cuckold, but you! You are not even a small bastard in my eyes! Come on! Shoot my heart with a bullet! Come on! You eunuch, hahaha! You will never be a complete person in my eyes! Without you, Han Qian will never be able to defeat me!"

The third bullet penetrated Lin Zongheng's left leg. Liu Shengge stood up and scratched his ears, then picked up a chair and smashed it on Lin Zongheng's knee. But no matter what he did, Lin Zongheng didn't even cry out in pain.

Liu Shengge threw away the chair in her hand and hooked her finger at Han Qian who was struggling to get up.

"How can you win without me?"

Han Qian stood up, pounded his chest, and smiled with his bright red mouth.

"It's just right for me to warm up! I have so much energy but nowhere to vent it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Shengge stepped forward and kicked Han Qian's chin with his right leg. Han Qian's whole body flew into the air and fell to the ground, splashing dust.

Liu Shengge ignored the two trash who had already walked into the hell with one foot, walked to the window, and looked at Hu Haimian who was tied up tightly and naked. Liu Shengge frowned and was silent for a long time, then took off his clothes and draped them on Hu Haimian's back, and whispered.

"Don't catch a cold."

But he had no intention of letting Hu Haimian go. He turned around and kicked Han Qian, who had just stood up, in the face. Han Qian rolled over and crashed into the ruins of tables and chairs. Liu Shengge raised his hand and fanned his face.

"So hot."

(End of this chapter)