Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 1006 Please Don’t Hurt Me

Ye Changqing cracked his lips, the scream was too harsh, but his eyes were fixed on the shovel in Deng Guanghui's hand.

At this time, Deng Guanghui still held the tail of the shovel handle with both hands.

The long wooden handle was empty, and blood was dripping from the tip of the shovel blade at the front end of the handle, slowly flowing down the side of the blade and finally dripping onto the ground.

Ye Changqing's eyes lit up as he watched. Although the action looked extremely strange, the way he turned the blade and struck up and down was strange and quick.

So fast that only afterimages can be seen.

The moves were so strange that they shocked him.

He is a man of great strength and developed potential, and his moves are powerful, majestic, and grand.

Compared with Deng Guanghui's weird two-handed sword style, it is completely two extremes.

Bang~

Hou Xiaobao was startled and tried to stand up, but the seat accidentally fell backward and his head hit the ground.

The sparks and ashes in his mouth fell and blinded his eyes.

He closed his eyes, scrambled to his feet, covered the back of his head with one hand, and kept yelling, "Fuck, it hurts so much, it hurts~"

Luo Shumei, who was standing next to him, quickly went over to help. She washed his eyes with tea and rubbed the back of his head. After a while, the pain was slightly relieved.

But he still felt uncomfortable. He closed one eye and saw that everyone was too scared to move forward. He cursed: "What the hell are you all watching? He's alone. There are so many of you. If each of you hits him, he can't withstand it.

Come on, all of you! " Seeing this, everyone attacked Deng Guanghui again.

Deng Guanghui gripped the end of the iron-blue handle with both hands and assumed the same posture again.

A man in a vest, with bulging muscles on his thick arms and a body built like a tank, saw Deng Guanghui's thin figure and cursed: "You have a body like a weak chicken! I don't believe you can withstand a shovel from me!"

As he spoke, he quickened his pace and swung the shovel with both hands.

Woo~

The shovel flew down from the sky towards Deng Guanghui's head.

With a humming sound breaking through the air.

Deng Guanghui remained in his original position quietly until the shovel was two feet away from his head.

He suddenly took a step forward to avoid the attack, and at the same time stabbed the strong man's arm with the shovel in his hand.

Puff~ The sharp tip of the shovel pierced into the strong man's arm.

Ah ~

The strong man screamed in pain, threw away the shovel in his hand, and jumped up and down with his arms around his shoulders.

Deng Guanghui's eyes flashed with ferocity, he gritted his teeth and roared, "Alpaca, I'm going to fight you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the crowd.

Holding the shovel with both hands, he kept stabbing and poking.

The shovel was like a dragon, flying up and down continuously, and his figure always followed Tie Qing.

There was a sound of collision mixed with screams.

Deng Guanghui held the end of the iron-blue handle with both hands and slowly stepped back.

Ahead, shovels fell to the ground, and more than a dozen people, some covering their feet, some covering their hands, some covering their arms, some covering their legs, and some covering their crotches, screamed miserably.

There was blood all over the ground.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Hou Xiaobao's legs were trembling, his face was pale, his lips were dry, his back was leaning against the wall, and he looked like he had lost his soul.

What a surprise.

When his men beat Deng Guanghui in the past, he was just a useless person who took the beating and didn't even dare to fight back.

Today he is like a wild beast and has lost his mind.

Looking at the bloodstains on Deng Guanghui's body and blood spots on his face, he felt an inexplicable chill down his spine.

Luo Shumei was so scared that she huddled in the corner, hugging her arms and not daring to move.

Huchi~

Huff~ Deng Guanghui still held the end of the iron-blue handle tightly with both hands, breathing heavily, his forehead covered with sweat, and his clothes stuck to his body as if soaked with sweat.

Ye Changqing saw Deng Guanghui's sword moves and found them to be indeed powerful, fast, with tricky angles, smooth movements, and agile body.

In short, very skilled.

It’s like someone who often plays with a pen. During class, he can keep the pen spinning on his fingers without dropping it to the ground.

It is this feeling.

The big shovel in Deng Guanghui's hand is just like a pen in the hands of a master pen spinner.

Light, flexible and smooth.

He waited for a long time, but Deng Guanghui still kept gripping the end of the iron-blue handle, without moving.

He frowned: "It's your turn to speak!"

Oh~ Deng Guanghui responded, his face turned pale, one hand clasped in the middle and placed behind his back, his body relaxed a lot, and when he saw the thugs on the ground, each of them screaming miserably, he immediately frowned.

He was even a little surprised, and then a look of panic appeared on his face.

He looked at Hou Xiaobao again, and suddenly his eyes became sharp: "Write me some information, a confession!"

Hou Xiaobao was startled, then he gradually calmed down: "You...you injured so many people, have you thought about the consequences?

If each person pays 30,000 yuan, that's 450,000 yuan. Can you afford it?"

Deng Guanghui was stunned for a moment, then a crazy look appeared on his face: "If you can't afford the compensation, then forget it. Do you want me to just stand there and let you kill me?

You pushed me to do this. I tell you, I can do anything when pushed to the limit! I only ask you one question: will you write it or not?

Seeing Deng Guanghui losing control of his emotions again, Hou Xiaobao was frightened and replied, "Write it, I'll write it now."

As he spoke, he opened the drawer, took out paper and pen, picked up a chair, and began to write.

Deng Guanghui turned to look at Luo Shumei next to him and said, "Write for me too!"

Luo Shumei was so frightened that she kept agreeing: "Write it, I will write it for you, and I will write it now."

She stood up with the help of the wall, walked to the table, found paper and pen, bent over, and wrote on the table.

Soon, both of them finished writing the documents. Luo Shumei handed the two documents to Deng Guanghui and said, "It's all done. Now it's OK."

Deng Guanghui took the materials and took a quick look. He felt that the writing was usable, but he was still simmering with anger. "You should have gone to the police this morning!" Luo Shumei nodded repeatedly in fear. "Yes, you're right. I should have gone to the police. Please don't hurt me. I'll cooperate with you and turn myself in now!"

Deng Guanghui's eyes were almost spitting fire as he stared at Luo Shumei. He had the urge to beat this woman to death with a shovel.

And this urge is getting stronger and stronger.

The hand holding the advance handle behind my back was shaking.

If the woman had turned herself in to the police station in the morning, he wouldn't have gotten into so much trouble.

More than a dozen people were injured.

He didn't know what the result would be, but it would definitely be serious.

And all this happened because this woman did not turn herself in to the police station.

Luo Shumei was so frightened by Deng Guanghui's gaze that she trembled and begged for mercy in a tearful voice: "Please, I was wrong. Don't hurt me, or I will go to the police station and turn myself in. If the police ask me, I won't be able to explain myself."