Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The burly man's mouth was full of broken teeth. His eyes were full of stars and his head was buzzing. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ling Che held a stick in his hand and looked down at the stunned man with a slight smile on his face. "You're quite brave."

As soon as he finished speaking, another stick was swung at Chen Dazhuang's face, knocking out the other half of his teeth.

The man named Xie Xiaopeng looked at his companion who was beaten with blood all over his mouth. He shrank to the side with his eyes wide open, not even daring to breathe loudly.

He looked at the tall man in front of him, who was dressed in a well-fitting shirt and trousers. He looked gentle and dignified, but when he attacked, he was like an executioner and showed no mercy. He was so scared that all the blood drained out of his face.

Ling Che was not satisfied, so he rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing an arm with bulging veins.

He asked with a smile, "Which hand touched her?"

“This one?”

He raised a stick and hit the man's left wrist.

"what!"

The man lay on the ground howling, shaking in pain.

Ling Che raised his foot and crushed Chen Dazhuang's broken left hand until he heard the sound of bones being crushed. He then raised the stick and pointed it at his other hand, "Or this one?"

After saying that, he hit him with another stick, breaking his right hand as well.

His bones broke brittlely and Chen Dazhuang lay on the ground gasping for breath as if he was dying. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was ashen.

He thought the man was done with it, but he didn't expect that the next second, the man stomped hard on his abdomen several times.

"You're looking for fucking death!"

Ling Che kicked the man's abdomen madly, and each kick almost took Chen Dazhuang's life.

Qi Jin stood behind him, looked at the blood stains on his shirt, frowned and stepped forward to stop him.

"Mr. Ling, your wound has split open."

Ling Che glanced at Chen Dazhuang, who was lying on the ground with only one breath left, and smiled.

He dropped the stick in his hand and shifted his gaze to the man named Xie Xiaopeng.

Seeing that he had dropped the stick, Xie Xiaopeng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the other party would let him go. He stammered and hurriedly explained, "I didn't touch that woman! I, I, I was just responsible for driving."

The man walking towards him had a smile on his face, but his expression was murderous and intimidating.

Xie Xiaopeng quickly waved his hands, "It's really none of my business! It was Chen Dazhuang who beat and kicked her and tried to rape her! I stopped Chen Dazhuang in time, so he didn't do it. Otherwise, he would have ruined that woman!"

Xie Xiaopeng cleared himself of all charges and still wanted to take credit for them in front of him.

Ling Che's smile deepened. What a fool!

He looked at the man curled up beside him, tilted his head and smiled, "Deaf and mute, right?"

After saying that, he threw a Swiss Army knife in front of the man.

"Do you want to cut it yourself, or should I do it?"

The words he asked were light and Xie Xiaopeng looked ashen.

The man in front of me is crazy!

"I'll give you three seconds to choose." Ling Che said and started the countdown, "Three."

"two."

Before he could even utter the word "one", Xie Xiaopeng suddenly picked up the saber, stood up from the ground and stabbed towards Ling Che.

Ling Che didn't even blink, and looked at him with a smile.

Before Xie Xiaopeng could extend his knife, an extremely fast figure flashed over and blocked Ling Che's way. He quickly snatched the knife from Xie Xiaopeng's hand, grabbed him with his backhand, and at the same time, the cold blade with a white glow went straight into his mouth.

Ling Che opened his thin lips slightly, "One."

The tip of the knife turned and blood spurted out.

Xie Xiaopeng fell to the ground with blood in his mouth.

Ling Che smiled softly, straightened his shirt, and looked at Qi Jin, who was holding a dagger. "Cut off his ear as well. Leave it to Director Song while it's still alive. Say it was a fall during their escape."

Lu Fucheng handed over his coat. Ling Che put it on and walked out. "Let's go to Xishuiwan to change clothes first."

I felt very disgusted when the blood of two dirty guys splashed on me.

......

Prison building.

In the dark and damp cell where the death row prisoners were held, a man in prison uniform sat facing the wall.

The burned face had hideous skin and ugly veins, with only one intact right eye left.

"Zhuang Ce."

A police officer called out from outside the door, "Someone is here to see you."

Zhuang Ce was escorted out of the cell by the police wearing handcuffs and chains. As soon as he entered the visiting room, he saw the man sitting there smoking and laughed at himself.

In this place where prisoners are held, the young man stands tall and straight, wearing an expensive haute couture suit that makes him look noble and particularly eye-catching.

It was in stark contrast to the dark prison uniform he was wearing.

Zhuang Ce laughed at himself, but in the end he still couldn't defeat him.

Ling Che held the cigarette, shook off the ash, and looked at the man sitting in front of him, "Uncle."

"Don't be so hypocritical." Zhuang Ce sneered, "You haven't had a good time these past few days. How's Qiao Ruyi? Did you save the baby in your belly?"

He deliberately used his words to poke Ling Che, "What a pity, that child isn't even formed yet, is it?"

Ling Che was not annoyed. Instead, he smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, uncle. It must be lonely here alone. I came here today and brought you a gift."

He bit the cigarette, his narrow eyes curved, and Qi Jin behind him placed a metal box on the table.

"Uncle, open it and take a look."

Zhuang Ce didn't know what he was up to, so he just stared at the box in front of him without moving.

Ling Che smiled and raised his hand. Qi Jin stepped forward and opened the box.

Inside the box, there was only a handful of white ash.

The pupil of Zhuang Ce's right eye suddenly shrank and his whole body stiffened.

"I dug out the ashes of Shu Hui and your unborn child for you."

Ling Che held the cigarette in his hand, slowly blowing out smoke rings, and smiled beautifully, "Let them keep you company, don't be too grateful to me."

Zhuang Ce looked horrified, and his ugly face became even more ferocious.

"Ling Che!"

He roared in anger, stood up and tried to raise his hand to strangle Ling Che, but was forcibly pinned down on a chair by the police officer behind him.

"You beast! You're so capable of digging up graves and taking ashes!"

"Is there anything I can't do?" Ling Che asked with a smile, "It's because my uncle taught me well."

He stood up, pressed the half-lit cigarette in his hand firmly into the white powder, leaned over and stared into Zhuang Ce's eyes, "You taught me to kill people and destroy their hearts."

Ling Che lightly pinched a smear of white ash with his fingertips and sprinkled it in front of Zhuang Ce. He smiled and said, "Oh, right, in this ash, there is not only you, the child, but also your first unborn child. Shu Hui buried him, and I dug him up as well."

"You should be happy to have a family of four as companions."

After saying that, he raised his hand and poured the box of white powder onto the ground in front of Zhuang Ce.

"Ling Che!"

Zhuang Ce wanted to stop it, but was held down and unable to move.

His eyeball was bloodshot, staring at him intently, and he roared, "Ling Che!"

Throwing the box into the trash can, Ling Che straightened his clothes and said, "Have a safe journey, uncle."

The man left without looking back.

Zhuang Ce was pinned down on a chair, his face grimacing as he stared at the powder scattered all over the table and floor, mixed with tiny bones. His right eye was bloodshot.

On the way back to the cell, Zhuang Ce suddenly asked the police, "Can I request a family visit?"

The police officer behind him replied expressionlessly, "Before the execution of the death row inmate, his family is entitled to one more visit. Can you tell us which family member we need to contact?"

The execution was seven days later. Zhuang Ce turned and looked at the police officer, his ferocious right eye full of sincerity.

"I'm applying to contact President Ling's wife, Qiao Ruyi."