Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

Chang Hong stood there in a daze, not daring to move, shaking with fear.

He glanced at the scene at the moment - except for him who was still standing, the dozen or so people he brought with him were lying neatly on the ground.

He turned around, trembling all over.

The tall man dealt with these people at an extremely fast speed and stood not far away, staring at him closely.

Not only that, there was a black gun muzzle pointing at him in front of him.

Chang Hong felt a chill down his spine.

Ling Che held a cigarette in one hand and pointed a gun at him with the other, raising his eyebrows and smiling, "Run? Why don't you run?"

Chang Hong stood there and looked at him. He didn't expect that a bodyguard beside Ling Che had such great abilities. He had underestimated him.

"Mr. Ling, do you want to kill me?" When he spoke, his voice trembled with fear.

Chang Hong knew clearly that this was possible. Having been with Cheng Shu for so long, he had long known that Ling Che was not a good person and was involved in both the underworld and the white world.

Not to mention killing people, there are even many ways to make people's lives worse than death. The disfigured Wan Hang is an example.

"How boring would it be to kill you? You'd be dead if I pulled the trigger, so how could I play?"

His tone was light, but Chang Hong was shocked.

"You've been watching me for quite some time, haven't you?" Ling Che asked. "Did you choose today specifically?"

Knowing that he was going to the Ling family manor and that he was only accompanied by a driver and no one else, I followed him all the way.

Ling Che chuckled. He knew without thinking that Cheng Shu was sent to jail by him. How could the lackey he kept by his side be so honest?

He raised the muzzle of his gun, "Tell me something useful, and you can leave today."

Chang Hong knew very well that even if he could leave today, he wouldn't be able to leave tomorrow. Just because he could let him go this time didn't mean he wouldn't come looking for him again.

Who is Ling Che? If you mess with him, you can't escape.

If you don't leave anything behind, he will kill you.

He looked at the other person in horror. "Boss Ling, I'm already old, and my life is worth nothing. But you, you still have a wife, right? No matter how cruel you are, you have to consider your wife, right? There are quite a few people watching your wife right now."

When this was mentioned, Ling Che's eyes immediately turned cold.

Threat?

Ah!

He suddenly laughed, his tone regretful, "Boss Chang, originally you just lost your job, but now it's different."

He threw the half-burned cigarette on the ground, stepped on it and crushed it, and when he raised his eyes, there was a fierce look in them.

"Anyone who threatens me will lose half his life."

After he finished speaking, he strode towards Chang Hong.

Against the light, Chang Hong couldn't see his expression clearly, but he felt that every step he took was like that of the god of death.

Only when I was one step away from him could I see clearly that his young face was full of sinisterness.

He threw the gun to Qi Jin beside him with disdain, took the stick handed to him, and swung it at Chang Hong's head.

Chang Hong was knocked to the ground, his eyes flashing with golden light, and a stream of hot blood flowed down his forehead.

He looked at the squatting man in disbelief, a frivolous smile still on his young face.

Ling Che provocatively poked Chang Hong's temple with the stick in his hand, "You think you can mention my wife? Huh?"

He smiled, pulled the tie off Chang Hong's neck, and took the gun handed to him by Qi Jin.

Chang Hong watched him wrap his tie around the muzzle of the gun in circles. His face was ashen. He tried to struggle to get up, but someone stepped on his chest with such force that he couldn't move.

His eyes were bloodshot and wide open. "What are you going to do?"

"You are the owner, you feed the dog."

The black muzzle of the gun was pressed firmly against Chang Hong's right cheek. Ling Che smiled and curled his lips, "You still can't speak."

Chang Hong's eyes were almost bloodshot as he watched the finger holding the gun pull the trigger.

Bang-!

The loud sound of gunfire echoed through the deep and quiet road.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

Blood flowed all over the floor.

The man lying on the ground had his body twisted, and a bloody hole on his cheek was oozing blood.

His bloodshot eyes stared at the man as he walked back to the car, wanting to shout but unable to.

Ling Che didn't kill him, but he did something even more cruel than killing him.

Before getting in the car, Qi Jin took out Chang Hong's cell phone, made a call, then threw the phone far away, got in the car, started the car and left.

The man sat in the back seat, frowned as he looked at the blood on his hands, and irritably took the suit jacket beside him to wipe his hands.

Qi Jin saw his disgusted expression through the rearview mirror.

"Mr. Ling, are you going back to Yujingwan?"

The hand wiping the blood was startled, and after thinking for two seconds, "Let's go back to Ling Palace first."

"Okay, Mr. Ling."

Qi Jin turned the car around.

Ling Che casually tossed the coat he had wiped his hands in to him. "There were sixteen people in total, and you took fifty-three seconds."

Qi Jin realized that Ling Shao was talking about the time it took to deal with those people just now.

"Yes." He placed the blood-stained coat on the passenger seat.

Ling Che tutted, "Too slow."

"Yes," Zijin said, "I will improve my training."

If Qi Shui was there, it would only take thirty seconds. But his shooting was more accurate and faster than Qi Shui's.

However, he didn't need to mention this in front of Ling Shao, because Ling Shao knew their areas of expertise better than they did.

......

Time passed slowly, and the sound of a phone call came from the study.

Qiao Ruyi held the phone in one hand and scrolled through emails with the other.

The person on the other end of the phone was Song Xilan.

"I'm telling you, Ruyi, my dad has been incredibly busy lately! In the past six months, there weren't many cases for him to handle, but a lot of inexplicable things have happened recently."

"Just now! A few dozen miles away from Huaihua Avenue, another case occurred." Song Xilan raised his voice in surprise, "Do you know how horrible it is?"

"How scary is it?" Qiao Ruyi asked with a smile, looking up at the time. Ling Che had not yet arrived home.

"I heard my dad say on the phone that there seemed to be a fight over there, and someone got shot through the cheek!"

Song Xilan became more and more excited as he spoke. "From the left side of his face to the right side, there is a big bloody hole. It's so tragic!"

Qiao Ruyi frowned just by listening, "Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, that person is not dead. He was sent to the hospital half-dead. But I heard that he can't speak anymore, and the tendons in his hands and feet were severed."

"How cruel! What a huge grudge this has caused."

Qiao Ruyi didn't even dare to think about that scene. Just listening to Song Xilan's words made her feel creepy.

While she was talking to Song Xilan on the phone, she found the email she had received some time ago, glanced at it, and then sent a reply email.

Then she looked at the time again and suddenly remembered something.

"Xilan, where did you say the incident happened?"

"Over there on Sophora japonica Avenue." Song Xilan asked, "What's going on?"

Sophora japonica Avenue is the only way to get to the Ling family manor.

Qiao Ruyi's heart suddenly jumped. It was so late, could something have happened to Ling Che?