Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

In the dim room came the sound of heavy iron chains hitting flesh, again and again, echoing in the empty room.

The iron chain as thick as an arm hit the man's dark back, instantly tearing his skin and flesh into pieces, leaving a bloody mess.

The beaten man stood there, a long scar on his face wrinkled in pain, looking even more hideous.

The chain whipped him for fifty times before it stopped. The man holding the chain walked to a leather chair not far away. A young man was sitting on the chair, turning the swivel chair leisurely.

"Boss," the man holding the chains said respectfully, "Brother Gui has finished his punishment."

The young man turned his chair around, glanced at the man covered in blood not far away, and then looked at the red line in front of his feet. He did not step out of the red line during the entire punishment process.

This red line is their internal rule and boundary. If the person being punished acknowledges their mistake, they must stay within the red line and accept the full punishment.

If the person being punished has any objection, he or she will cross the red line to express his or her dissatisfaction.

There are only two outcomes for crossing the red line: either you find a strong enough reason to excuse yourself, or you die.

"It seems you don't have anything to say." The man looked at his open wound. "Do you also think your actions this time were wrong?"

The old ghost gritted his teeth and looked at the young man not far away. "Boss, I was careless this time. I underestimated him and failed to kill him."

When the young man heard this, he stopped smiling, stood up, took the chain, and whipped him hard.

"Where do you get the confidence to kill him!" The man was furious, his eyes sharp. "Not only did you fail to kill him, you also exposed our people! Stupid!"

The old ghost lowered his head, his eyes filled with cruelty. He hadn't expected that he had been tricked. He hadn't expected that the man named Yu Zuo was actually Ling Che's man.

The young man threw the chain in his hand at his feet. "If it weren't for the fact that you've followed me for so long, I would have fucking killed you just for your stupid action this time!"

"Let's not worry about Country Y for now. Let's get that batch of goods out first. Mexico and the Philippines need them urgently."

The young man had just finished explaining when someone behind him came up to report, "Boss, Zhuang Ce has also been punished."

The man smiled and said, "Don't kill him. He can still be useful if he's still alive."

"Yes, head."

Just as he was about to leave, the old ghost suddenly asked, "Boss, don't you want to kill Ling Che?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man quickly took out a gun, raised his hand and shot the person who had just come up to report. With a bang, the man fell lifeless to the ground, and a large amount of blood shed.

"You'd better not ask about my relationship with him." The young man glanced behind him and warned him, "You'd better not mention it too much."

"Otherwise," he kicked the man lying in a pool of blood, "you'll be next."

......

"Ruyi baby! Come here quickly! This painting is from the White House collection! It's worth a fortune!"

"Holy crap! Ruyi, your husband's garage is bigger than our entire compound!"

"Ruyi! Look, look! There are actually three helicopters outside the villa! Oh my god, this is really eye-opening!"

The huge villa was filled with Song Xilan's startled and excited voice.

Qiao Ruyi was dragged up and down the stairs by her, running around inside and outside, looking here and there, touching the airplane and the sports car, and after running a few laps, Qiao Ruyi was almost dead from exhaustion.

In the living room, a man in black casual clothes sat on the sofa, rubbing his throbbing eyebrows. He wanted to stuff Song Xilan into a helicopter and let her fly back to China by herself.

I originally thought I could stay here quietly with Qiao Ruyi for a few days, enjoying her gentle service and spending some quality time with her. But the plan I had just made was completely disrupted by the two uninvited guests.

Ling Che glanced at the man on the sofa next to him, his eyes almost darting out knives.

"Don't look at me like that." Song Yanzhi's hand holding the fruit trembled, and when he met his murderous eyes, his back felt cold. "It's not me who asked to come here. It's the eldest daughter of the Song family who knew your wife was here and insisted that I bring her here."

Ling Che glared at him, "So you guys just came here without even notifying me?"

Song Yanzhi shrugged and said shamelessly, "Anyway, you don't need to prepare dinner. We will eat whatever your servants cook."

Ling Che kicked him angrily, "Eat shit."

How dare you eat!

Just as he was having a headache, Qi Jin walked in quickly and whispered in his ear, "Young Master Ling, Director Alvin is here."

Alvin is the city police chief and he must be here because of what happened two days ago.

Ling Che said to Song Yanzhi, "Tell her later that I'll be back later."

"I understand, Young Master Ling." Song Yanzhi teased, "It's good to have to report everything now."

Ling Che didn't bother to pay attention to him, straightened his clothes and walked out.

......

Sitting in the reception room was a tall man from Country Y, about forty or fifty years old, dressed in a dignified police uniform, with several young police officers standing behind him.

Seeing Ling Che coming over, he stood up and shook hands with him, "Che, long time no see."

"Chief Alvin, long time no see."

Ling Che sat down opposite him, and Qi Jin poured tea for the people at the table.

Alvin handed him a stack of documents and said straight to the point, "We've thoroughly investigated what happened a few days ago. I'm sorry that we almost caused you trouble."

Ling Che flipped open the stack of information and took a look. It was personnel information. There was a photo on each page, and the first one was the man named Black Hawk.

This file records the person who chased him in the abandoned building that night.

Alvin added, "These people are all important criminals who have committed countless crimes over the years and have been on the run for years. I didn't expect them to form a gang and become killers."

Every person listed in the file has committed countless crimes, each of which is punishable by death.

No wonder they are all risking their lives.

"We have found out that there are important leaders behind them, but they are hiding very deep and difficult to uncover, and some of them are Chinese."

Alvin sighed, "This is going to be our biggest fight in years."

Ling Che closed the document and handed it back to him. "Chief Alvin, my wife's friend was trafficked to Toristol and died unexpectedly. I suspect this incident is related to the leader behind this group of killers. I suggest that you join forces with the Chinese police to investigate this major case together."

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Alvin's frown relaxed upon hearing him say that. "We will contact the Chinese police as soon as possible and then form an international investigation team."

He stood up and reached out to Ling Che again, "Che, I need your help."

Ling Che stood up and shook his hand, smiling politely, "My people are happy to help."