Li Qing made a call to Fang Yong in the car. When he received Li Qing's call, Fang Yong was very excited. At the same time, he also showed a sense of caution and repeatedly reminded Li Qing to be more careful. Zhonghai police are looking for him.

Li Qing nodded in response. The two agreed on a secret meeting place and hung up the phone.

After looking at the time, Li Qing looked up and asked the driver, "if the car has a flat tire on the way, how can you go back?"

The driver smiled and pointed back: "don't worry, Mr. Li, I have a spare tire."

"Oh." Li Qing nodded and then asked, "what if both tires burst?"

The driver looked at Li Qing for unknown reasons: "it's not so unlucky. If both of them explode, we can only wait for the trailer to come. It's estimated that we'll have to toss until midnight."

Reaching out and rubbing his temples, Li Qing still felt a little dizzy and said slowly, "I really hope they can save you some trouble."

"What do you mean?" the driver looked at Li Qing in amazement. As soon as the voice fell, the car rushed out obliquely. The driver quickly hit the steering wheel, followed by another bang. The tire slipped out seven or eight meters on the ground before it suddenly stopped. A pungent smell of burning quickly rushed into his nostrils.

The driver put his hands on the steering wheel and gasped heavily. The cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He spit out a string of Chinese Dialect: "my darling, Mr. Li, are you a fairy?"

Li Qing's face was calm. Obviously, he had expected all this for a long time. He glanced out of the window and shrugged his shoulders: "unfortunately, you can only stay and wait for the trailer."

With that, Li Qing pushed open the door and got out of the car. Several red spots of sniper guns hit him. Li Qing opened his hands and signaled that he had no intention of resistance.

"Put your hands behind your head and squat down!" a fierce cry came, and more than a dozen burly men in colorful clothes and light shielding masks rushed up.

One of the men approached, raised his feet and kicked Li Qing's head.

Li Qing naturally had a quick eye and quick hand. As soon as she turned her head, she avoided the foot. Then she tripped the man with a slip of her foot, knocked on his wrist and twisted her backhand. The man cried out in pain and couldn't move.

The others rushed up, put their guns against the key parts of Li Qing's body, and shouted, "don't move!"

"Ha ha." Li Qing sneered, gently released his hand, and did not forget to step on the man on the ground.

Looking up, Li Qing opened his hand to the muzzle of the gun around him, without any fear: "shoot? You shoot?"

A group of people all looked at each other and muttered in their hearts. How can this boy be more horizontal than us?

Unexpectedly, the more horizontal one was still behind. Li Qing raised his leg and kicked a man in the chest, kicked him out, and then walked forward with his body against the muzzle of the gun: "why don't you shoot? You think you're holding toys?"

All around, these people were forced back by Li Qing. They didn't dare to shoot.

After pulling the corners of his mouth, Li Qing said faintly, "take me to see Lin Shiyuan."

The people around him suddenly realized that no wonder the boy was so rude. It turned out that he knew who wanted to see him.

"Come with me," one of the men said stiffly, taking his gun away, and then turned to lead the way.

Li Qing followed slowly. More than a dozen people left the road, crossed a small forest, and gradually heard the sound of waves in the distance.

Dozens of bodyguards in black stood on both sides of the beach, surrounded by Lin Shiyuan who was fishing in the middle.

As early as starting from the Lin family, Li Qing expected that Lin Shiyuan would wait for him on the way. After all, he can't sit still about his son's life and death. Since he didn't do it in the Lin family, Li Qing can be sure that Lin Shiyuan won't kill himself, so even facing the muzzle of the gun, he didn't care at all.

Looking at the misty sea and sky scenery in the distance, Li Qing was a little distracted, but the people around him suddenly pushed him: "hurry up!"

Li Qing turned his head and glared at the man fiercely: "don't you deserve to be beaten?"

The man with a gun behind him was half short and speechless. He really saw such a hard stubble for the first time, as if he forced himself with a gun in turn.

Seeing that the man behind him recognized the advice, Li Qing didn't have the heart to argue with such small minions. He went to the beach next to Lin Shiyuan and sat down. He asked with a smile, "is this Yunze Bay? Unfortunately, I didn't come at the right time and didn't see the mirage."

Lin Shiyuan glanced at Li Qing and was surprised. Although he did not intend to kill Li Qing because of Lin Qiuqiu's relationship, he did not easily let him go. So before, Lin Shiyuan also told his subordinates to beat Li Qing hard. The standard is that he can't stand up if he doesn't start too hard.

On the contrary, the guy in front of us at the moment is not hurt at all, but seems quite arrogant.

A group of anger rose in his heart, and his hand holding the fishing rod tightened. Lin Shiyuan suddenly raised the hook and pulled it back and threw it at Li Qing's head.

If Li Qing doesn't suffer, Lin Shiyuan can't calm down. Even if he doesn't beat him, he has to make a hole in his head.

Unexpectedly, Li Qing was very clever. When he leaned back, the hook slipped from the tip of his nose and was unharmed. And the most speechless point is that as soon as Li Qing stretched out his hand, he directly pulled down a small fish on the side hook.

Lin Shiyuan shook the line back, put bait on the hook, and then threw it back into the sea. He put the fishing rod on the support on one side, turned around and washed his hands in the basin, pulled up the towel, wiped his hands, raised his head to see Li Qing, and said coldly, "you really don't suffer at all."

Li Qing smiled: "sometimes taking a small step back will make others take a big step forward and intensify."

"Do you know why I want to see you?"

With a slight pick on the tip of his eyebrow, Li Qing pretended to be stunned: "the last time he invited me to eat fish in Yunze Bay, did Uncle Lin also invite me to eat fish this time?"

"Don't call me uncle Lin." Lin Shiyuan's cheeks cooled down and said in a deep voice after a little while, "yes, please eat fish."

Then the two stopped talking and stared at the floating on the sea quietly with their four eyes.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Li Qing was finally a little impatient. He began to look around and touch those well-trained bodyguards. He was also thinking about it in his heart. Although it is said that Lin Shiyuan of the Lin family has been disheartened since then because of his mother's affairs in autumn, and he doesn't care about family affairs at all, it's obvious that the people he brings with him on weekdays are not good stubbles.

It goes without saying that Lin Shijing is dead. There is another Lin Shiqing. Li Qing has never seen him before and doesn't know what kind of person he will be.

Thinking about this, the floating on the sea suddenly fell down. Lin Shiyuan slowly took up the line, and finally pulled out a colorful fish from the sea.

The big fish was tossing on the beach. His men ran up and grabbed the fish, threw it into the bucket, and then sent it to Lin Shiyuan.

Li Qing also took advantage of this opportunity to glance secretly, and felt a little surprised. This fish is the same as the one he ate last time, but it's still quite shocking to see it alive with his own eyes. It's weird to be covered with scales and different blue and green.

His men sent up the cutting board, drenched the fish with sea water, and then pressed it on the cutting board.

Lin Shiyuan stretched out his hand to take the chopper, raised his head and stared at Li Qing, then fiercely waved the knife down and directly cut off the fish's head.

A stream of blood gushed out and splashed Lin Shiyuan's face. His men took a handkerchief to wipe it, but it became more and more ferocious.

Although the fish lost his head, his body was still twisting. Li Qing shrugged his shoulders gently and didn't care at all. Lin Shiyuan's way of venting his anger is a little too childish in his opinion.

Cut off the scales directly with a knife. Lin Shiyuan cut the fish into thin slices, and then stretched out his hand to Li Qing: "try it."

"What do I depend on, fish? Qiu Qiu, what kind of monster is your father?" Li Qing make complaints about it in his heart, and then the surface is still quite calm and he puts a piece of fish into his mouth. The fish is greasy in the mouth, with a natural sea salty smell, but it doesn't feel fishy. It can be regarded as a special flavor. Li Qing chewed it gently and couldn't help nodding.

Lin Shiyuan handed the chopper to his descendants, then wiped his hands with a towel, stared at Li Qing and asked, "you have nothing to tell me?"

"Why do you bother?" Li Qing stretched out his hand and poked his forehead. "If you really feel uncomfortable, shoot me. As long as you shoot so many people around you, even if I have wings, I can't fly out. You know that."

"I didn't think about it." Lin Shiyuan bit his teeth fiercely. "As a father, I can give up a bastard son for a clever daughter, but you always want me to know how he died."

Li Qing sighed gently: "the cycle of cause and effect, retribution is not good."

"What do you mean?" Lin Shiyuan's eyes coagulated. He couldn't understand Li Qing for the first time.

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the chopped fish on the chopping board. Li Qing said faintly, "your son is the same as his end."

Lin Shiyuan's face suddenly changed. He suddenly stood up and trembled all over. The whole face twisted: "did you do it?"

Li Qing shook his head, immediately nodded again, then stood up from the ground and walked slowly towards the distance.

"You can shoot behind me." Li Qing stretched out his fingers and pointed to the back of his head. The pace at his feet didn't change at all.

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