Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Just as Ling Che was waiting for him to speak, Cheng Shu suddenly picked up the red wine bottle on the table and threw it at him.

The man smoking on the chair didn't even seem to raise his eyelids.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed by quickly, and then Cheng Shu's hand holding the wine bottle was tightly grasped by someone and twisted hard.

There was a snapping sound beside his ear, and the bottle in his hand fell to the ground instantly. Cheng Shu screamed in pain and was pressed tightly against the seat beside him.

He turned his head to look at the man behind him in disbelief. The bodyguard who was originally standing beside Ling Che had come over at an extremely fast speed and restrained him.

It was so fast that he couldn't even see it clearly.

He suddenly burst into laughter. "Ling Che, Ling Che, with such a powerful bodyguard by your side, aren't you also afraid of being killed like your father?"

Ling Che stood up, walked to Cheng Shu's side, bent down and chuckled, "I'm still young, of course I'm scared to death."

Cheng Shu's broken wrist was suddenly pressed on the table. He watched with angry eyes as the man who had been laughing took a deep puff of his cigarette and brought the sparking cigarette butt down directly on the back of his hand.

It took several firm presses before it was completely extinguished. Ling Che's ghostly voice rang in his ears, "Unlike you, seeking death like this."

Then, he threw the phone on the table to the man in black not far away, "Throw both the big and small ones in to feed the dog, and let the two little guys have some dessert before dinner."

"By the way," he reminded with a chuckle, "don't forget to record it and play it over and over again for our CEO Cheng."

“Ling Che!!!”

Cheng Shu was pinned down, unable to move, his eyes blazing with rage. "You lunatic! Aren't you afraid that one day your wife will be thrown to the dogs!"

As soon as he said this, a pistol was suddenly pressed against his forehead.

Ling Che tilted his head and looked at the ferocious Cheng Shu, his eyes flashing with coldness. "Boss Cheng, you really can't talk. Then stop talking."

As he said this, he grabbed Cheng Shu's hair with one hand, forced him to raise his head, and then suddenly stuffed something into his mouth.

Cheng Shu's eyes widened. He clearly saw that Ling Che was holding two mercenary bullet shells.

Stuffing the shell into his mouth, Ling Che raised the corner of his lips, "Look familiar? Then swallow it!"

The hard shell was forcefully stuffed into his mouth and got stuck in his throat. Cheng Shu's face flushed red and veins bulged on his neck.

A strong feeling of suffocation came over Cheng Shu, and he wanted to raise his hand to dig his throat, but someone held his hand down tightly.

His eyes were wide open and his mouth was open, like a dying fish stranded on the shore.

"Snap" sound, it was the sound of a wine bottle breaking on the table.

Ling Che grabbed one end of the bottle and stabbed Cheng Shu's abdomen with the sharp glass at the other end.

"Puff" was the sound of wine bottle glass piercing into flesh.

"Cheng Shu, how many times have you plotted against me!" He smiled and spun his hand around the bottle, shredding the man's flesh and blood. "You even dared to set your sights on my wife. Tell me, do you deserve to die?"

With a bullet shell stuck in his throat and breathing difficult, and a half-broken wine bottle stuck in his abdomen, Cheng Shu's face turned purple and he couldn't utter a word.

This was not the end. He saw Ling Che pick up the red wine glass on the table and catch the blood dripping from the bottle.

He smiled slightly, and the cold and gloomy aura around him made him look like the god of death walking from hell.

A glass half filled with Cheng Shu's blood was brought to his mouth.

Ling Che smiled good-naturedly, "Come on, don't choke, drink slowly."

After saying that, he raised the wine glass and poured all the dark red blood in the glass into Cheng Shu's mouth without leaving a drop.

At this moment, what is more disturbing than the pain is a strong feeling of nausea both physically and mentally.

Cheng Shu's mouth was filled with his own bloody and sticky blood. He swallowed the bullet casing stuck in his throat with the blood.

The moment I could breathe freely, my mouth was filled with a strong taste of rust.

He stared at the man in front of him with bloodshot eyes, who was always smiling. He finally understood how crazy this man, who was rumored to be ruthless, cruel and violent, was.

Almost insane!

The empty wine glass tapped against his ashen face. Ling Che smiled with satisfaction, "Mr. Cheng, the good life has lasted for so many years, and it's almost over."

His patience had obviously run out, Qi Jin loosened his grip, and Cheng Shu fell off the chair as if his bones had been pulled out, and fell to the ground, retching violently.

There was bright red blood on his hands. Ling Che frowned in disgust and took the tissue handed to him by Qi Shui to wipe his hands.

Looking down at the half-dead old man lying on the ground, he said, "You spent 100 million and still couldn't get anyone to kill me. Aren't you curious about how much your life is worth?"

Cheng Shu fell to the ground, bleeding from his abdomen, and a coin was suddenly thrown next to his eyes.

He could see clearly that it was a one-dollar coin.

The man above sneered, "You can't even buy a coffin for your wife and daughter."

Cheng Shu's face was pale, and his dilated pupils looked at Lu Fucheng, who had been watching the fun without saying a word, and he finally understood something.

He gave a bitter laugh, then lay on the ground with a pale face, barely breathing. "Ling Che, Ling Che, you'll be doomed sooner or later. Just wait and see."

At this moment, the door of the box was pushed open from the outside.

A dozen men in uniform quickly rushed in.

The middle-aged man in the lead glanced over here calmly.

Ling Che met his gaze and smiled nonchalantly, "Director Song, you came at the right time. The legitimate defense just ended. If you had come later, I would have been dead."

The box was full of his people, and Song Hui knew without even looking that he was talking nonsense.

He walked up to him with a frown and asked in a low voice, "Is this the plan you mentioned?"

Just this morning, he received a call from Ling Che, saying that there was a plan that required his help, including the unexpected car accident on the overpass, and also told him to come and close the net on time.

Ling Che handed him a recorder, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Director Song, I've caught the person for you."

The dying Cheng Shu had been carried out. Song Hui glanced at the pool of blood on the ground and stared at the recorder in his hand with a complicated expression, "So Zheng Qing was really murdered?"

Ling Che chuckled, bent down and smiled innocently at him, "Uncle Song, I'll leave the person in your hands. Go back and interrogate him thoroughly."

It was rare that he wasn't called Director Song, but Uncle Song. Song Hui's eyes softened a bit. "Ling Che, did you know this guy was going to harm you?"

Ling Che smiled beautifully, "I just happened to follow the clues and find the reason."

He spoke perfunctorily. Song Hui knew his temper, so he didn't ask any more questions. He dealt with the scene and led the team away.

"Mr. Ling, are you really going to hand it over to the police for investigation?"

Lu Fucheng, who had been silent all this time, stepped forward to ask. It was obvious that Cheng Shu was not telling the truth, and the matter was not over yet.

Ling Che stared at the door of the box, his eyes dark, "Uncle Song will be retiring in a few years, I don't want him to be involved in this matter."

The recording he gave to Song Hui had been processed, and only contained the part where Cheng Shu admitted to committing the crime.

He needs to investigate the following matters himself.

Baixin Charity Medical Institution?

Ah!

He curled the corners of his lips. The small fish has been hooked, and the big fish won't be far away.

"Mr. Ling, that..." Qi Shui stepped forward and whispered something into his ear.

No one heard what he said, they only saw Ling Che's face fall instantly and become uglier and uglier.

He turned his head to look at Qi Shui, then looked at the innocent Qi Jin beside him, and said through gritted teeth, "Sometimes I really want to fucking kill you two!"

He strode out of the box, and Qi Jin, who followed closely behind him, glared at Qi Shui.

Qi Shui whispered in spoken language, "The young lady has fainted."

When Qi Jin heard this, he knew he was doomed and had walked into trouble again.