Chapter 1397 The way Lin Zongheng talks about men?
It took him twenty minutes to solve the problem in the warehouse. Lin Zongheng could accept the result. After all, those ten were ordinary people and had never fought much.
But these two noodle restaurants were carefully selected and spent money to find from other mountain villages.
Both were outlaws who had been imprisoned many times. They had fighting experience and were in good physical condition. How did Han Qian kill them both?
Checking the cell phone surveillance, I only saw the last three people disappearing into the kitchen. When they appeared again, only Han Qian came out.
How on earth did he do it?
Did he go to further studies without telling me after being missing for a year?
Lin Zongheng really couldn’t figure out what went wrong here. At this time, in the noodle shop, two strong men were tortured by Lian Ya and wanted to die. Lian Ya did not call the police. Play!
Soon, Han Qian arrived at this abandoned hospital as agreed. Coming here at night, a gust of wind blowing through it really made people feel a little uncomfortable, but if a ghost saw Han Qian at this time, Qian would probably have to turn around and run away.
Is this what people should look like?
Han Qian held a cigarette in his mouth and walked into the abandoned hospital building with his bare back and hands in his pockets. The building was in ruins. Tables and chairs were randomly thrown in the corridor. The glass of the windows was also broken. Occasionally, wild cats could be seen. In the darkness, he stared at this human-like creature that suddenly appeared with a pair of bright eyes.
Han Qian walked up the stairs. When Han Qian came to the third floor, a figure appeared on the stairs in front of him. Looking at this shining head in the dark night, he knew it was someone without even looking at his face. who.
Li Guangbi lowered his head and looked at Han Qian.
“My brother is dead.”
Han Qian nodded.
"Yes! In fact, he should have died on the mountain in the first place. Even if he has survived for so long, his life is quite good."
Li Guangbi lowered his head and looked at Han Qian.
"It will do you no good if you irritate me."
Han Qian raised his head and grinned at Li Guangbi.
"Then come and kill me!"
Then he raised his hand, hooked his fingers at Li Guangbi, and said.
"Your brother's throat was cut in front of me. It's such a pity, such a pity. It's a pity that I didn't have time to torture him, but he must have wanted you to live well before he died, right?"
Li Guangbi pulled out a dagger, Han Qian bent down and picked up a stool leg and said again.
"You brothers have a deep relationship, but have you ever thought about it! Letting your brother die is because you are worried that he will be wanted and it will affect Lin Zongheng himself!"
"You fart? ! ”
Li Guangbi stabbed Li Guangbi with a dagger in both hands. Han Qian raised his wooden stick and stabbed Li Guangbi in the armpit.
Han Qian explained what it means to be one inch longer and one inch stronger. Li Guangbi's dagger was still a little shorter. He sat down on the steps with his armpits covered, and then grinned at Han Qian.
"When Ah Er died, he still hoped that I would not kill you."
Han Qian nodded.
“Thank you for reminding me, otherwise I would have forgotten the reason why I wanted to deal with you.”
The stick hit Li Guangbi's head. Li Guangbi blocked it with his dagger. The next second, Han Qian held down the stick with his left hand and pressed down. Li Guangbi's body was half lying on the steps. At this time, Han Qian suddenly spat out bloody spit. In Li Guangbi's Li Guangbi struggled hard in panic. Han Qian held the stick and hit his ears with great force. Li Guangbi's head was confused for a moment, but Han Qian seized the opportunity, grabbed his wrist, picked up his bald head and threw him down the guardrail in an instant. .
Looking at Li Guangbi lying on the steps, Han Qian threw away the stick in his hand and supported the guardrail with both hands and jumped directly. He stepped heavily on Li Guangbi's chest with his feet and sprayed a mouthful of blood on Han Qian's trouser legs. Before Li Guangbi could recover, Han Qian slapped him on the head. His head hit the metal guardrail with a crisp sound. Han Qian stepped on Li Guangbi's wrist holding the dagger with one foot, bent down and sneered.
"Who do you think you are? You and Liu Ding are fighting with each other and you can't tell the difference between life and death. Do you think you can beat me?"
Look down. Holding Li Guangbi's right hand, Han Qian took the dagger and said softly to Li Guangbi.
“Shh, don’t move, otherwise you won’t be able to stab accurately!”
The dagger pierced the palm of Li Guangbi's right hand, Han Qian said ferociously.
“Thank you for reminding me that you were the one who killed Ah Er, otherwise I would have thought it was even just because Li Guangxi died! Your tattoo is quite ugly, I will change it for you!”
Lift the dagger and scratch the tattoo on Li Guangbi's head.
Eight fifty-eight.
Han Qian dragged a bright red braised egg into the room with the only light on. He dropped the braised egg in his hand and looked at the guys in the room and the Hu sponge hanging on the rope outside the window. Lin Zongheng was the only one in the room, wearing a white suit with his legs crossed and staring at Han Qian at the door with his fingers crossed.
“I’m surprised.”
Han Qian lit up a cigarette again.
"I return Li Guangbi to you, you put the sponge away, Lin Zongheng I will give you one last chance, I can wait for you to regain your strength again."
Lin Zongheng He smiled and shook his head.
"Han Qian! We have reached this juncture. I will not trade Guangbi's life and death for the victory that is about to come. I believe he will understand me. And if you don't kill people, why should I agree to you? On the contrary Now I want you to put down the dagger in your hand, otherwise this beautiful little girl will have a sudden look on her face. If you want to take a stab at it! Well, Han Qian, let me show you one of my masterpieces!"
Lin Zongheng stretched out his hand and pulled off the clothes on Hu Fongfeng's body, and the little girl's originally smooth back was covered with tattoos. Full of humiliating words and disgusting images, Han Qian's face turned gloomy and he gritted his teeth and said tremblingly.
"Lin Zongheng, there is no need to torture an innocent person like this!"
Lin Zongheng laughed.
“Why? I have money, I have power, I want wind, I want rain, I can torture whoever I want, I can do whatever I want, Han Qian! I have a tattoo Your skills are really amazing, much better than the two earthworms on your arms. You said, I want to take my name If I tattoo it on her face, will she remember me forever? You said I want to tattoo a few patterns on her butt. If she finds a boyfriend in the future, will she be disliked for the rest of her life? Han Qian, then take a photo Post the photo online, do you think she will commit suicide?'
Han Qian took a step forward, and Lin Zongheng raised his hand.
"Don't move! I don't guarantee what I will do, but now I have thought of a more fun thing! Han Qian, I want to see you injured, I see the scar on your shoulder feels really good It's so disgusting! What should I do if I want to kill someone?"
Han Qian stopped and frowned.
“What do you want?”
“Cut it off!”
"Okay."
Han Qian bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground and pointed it at the scar left by the gunshot wound on his shoulder. Han Qian's face was very plain and he used the dagger to cut through the flesh and blood of his shoulder, but the dense scars on his forehead were The sweat already spoke of the pain.
It hurts much more to go under the knife on oneself than when someone else goes under the knife on oneself.
Lin Zongheng held his chin, looked at Han Qian, and said softly.
"But what should I do if I'm not satisfied yet? Han Qian, I'm really dissatisfied and don't think it looks good at all? Now I'll give you a choice. I'll give her a tattoo now. Or do you pierce the shoulder yourself?”
Han Qian frowned and looked at Lin Zongheng, who smiled.
“Hesitated?”
Han Qian shook his head.
"No, I was thinking about how empty you are to keep playing this kind of game."
Han Qian raised the dagger and stabbed it into his shoulder, groaned and bent down, gritting his teeth With red eyes and panting, Lin Zongheng looked at Han Qian pretending to be distressed.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Han Qian, Han Qian, why are you doing this? You are hurting yourself for this kind of garbage that will not help you? Think about it, you are injured, you die, everyone around you is... You will suffer, but whether she lives or dies has no effect on you!"
Lin Zongheng was not angry at Han Qian, but expressed his inner thoughts. He really didn't understand why Han Qian always To care about the lives of unimportant people.
Han Qian raised his head, stared at Lin Zongheng and smiled.
"Split it up! If you are hung here, I will set up a fire below to roast the bastard!"
Lin Zongheng nodded.
"Well! What you said makes sense, very much. You succeeded in making me angry. I like your legs. I will put Hu sponge in the next stab."
Han Qian still did not hesitate and looked at With the dagger piercing Han Qian's thigh, Lin Zongheng threw the remote control aside, took off his suit jacket and put it on the chair, waving his fists to warm up.
"Han Qian, I always feel that we should solve the problems between us in a very manly way! Let's challenge each other!"
(End of this chapter)