What happened is not difficult to guess.
Zhao Qiming thought that if it were him today, he would do the same thing, and he would do it even more ruthlessly and without leaving any chance of survival.
So there is nothing to be dissatisfied with or angry about. It has always been like this.
After thinking about it, Zhao Qiming decided to find a cheap hotel to stay first. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked straight ahead calmly.
It was Young Master Jiang. He was half-leaning against the wall, his head slightly lowered, and his side face was delicate and harmless.
Zhao Qiming looked at him, and he also noticed Zhao Qiming. The next moment he lifted the corners of his lips, revealing his strong white teeth.
"Ah, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Zhao Qiming knew that he had bad intentions and asked quietly: "What are you waiting for me to do?"
"Of course I want to ask you something. Do you mind if we talk about it?"
"What do you want to talk about?" Zhao Qiming has nothing to be afraid of.
He had nothing to lose.
Young Master Jiang sneered unexpectedly and turned around to motion for him to follow.
This is a very stupid behavior, single-handedly falling into the enemy's most obvious trap. If Zhao Qiming could remain calm at all, he would never let him lead the way.
But Mr. Jiang is not the only one who is angry and losing his mind now.
This is an abandoned factory, located in a remote area on the outskirts of the city. Few people come here, and the air is filled with a musty and gray smell.
Jiang Shao lowered his head and put on his black peaked cap, "I underestimate you, but you do have some courage."
"What on earth do you want to talk to me about?"
"Oh, I want to know, how long have you and Cuicui known each other?"
Zhao Qiming: "If these are all boring questions, I think there is no need for us to continue talking."
Jiang Shao covered his stomach and bent down, bursting into a burst of harsh and sharp laughter. He seemed to have heard some big joke and was about to burst into tears.
Zhao Qiming watched him go crazy with a blank expression.
When Young Master Jiang had laughed enough, he straightened up again: "You are her husband, why are you still... Tsk, looking like this? Let me guess, divorced?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he received a solid punch on the chin.
Zhao Qiming was filled with anger and showed no mercy in this punch. Jiang Shao took a few steps back and turned his head, spitting out the blood in his mouth.
Then came the second punch, and the third punch. When the fourth punch came, Mr. Jiang finally moved. His eyelashes trembled, and a few drops of sweat slowly slid down from his forehead.
In terms of strength, he couldn't beat Zhao Qiming, but he didn't dodge or dodge, letting the fist fall on him.
In other words, neither of the two men chose to avoid the fists thrown by the other. It was more like venting and wrestling with each other. They felt uncomfortable in their own hearts, so they devoted themselves to giving the other a taste of pain.
In the end, Young Master Jiang was unsteady on his feet and was knocked to the ground. Zhao Qiming did not stop. He straddled him. His finger bones were broken and bleeding, but he still landed punch after punch.
Mr. Jiang was pressed to the ground, his eyes were red, and he roared like an angry little lion: "Why are you still standing there! Catch him!"
The location was chosen in this remote abandoned factory. Firstly, it was sparsely populated, and secondly, Mr. Jiang had already arranged his people around. As soon as he shouted, the four or five people who were hiding in the dark and waiting for orders came out immediately. They relied on There is an advantage in numbers, and they work together to subdue the people.
Zhao Qiming has a ruthless spirit that he doesn't care about. Even though they have the advantage in numbers, it still took them a lot of effort to completely suppress them.
Suddenly, the situation on the court was reversed. Mr. Jiang wiped the sweat and blood from his face. He turned his wrist and punched the person in the face like Zhao Qiming had done. Zhao Qiming was suppressed and could not move, so he just grunted.
"My father is right, I am a shameless person."
Mr. Jiang chuckled, then stared at Zhao Qiming fiercely. He raised his hand and slapped him humiliatingly, "Look, I can't beat you, but you are still beaten by me and can't fight back."< br>
Zhao Qiming's mood was calm. His eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water. He did not take these humiliations into consideration at all, let alone Mr. Jiang.
Jiang Shao was even more angry and slapped the other half of his face, "Don't look at me like that, you are the one who is the poor one now!"
He grinned, his lips even redder after being stained with blood: "My cousin, you should disappear into the world of Cuicui forever, why do you come back!" "I am your cousin, who do you think you are? You are just something she uses to entertain herself when she is bored!”
"Shut up!"
"You are the one who should shut up!"
Jiang Shao's eyes were red. He grabbed Zhao Qiming by the collar and then slammed him to the ground. The force was so strong that it even splashed a layer of dust on the ground.
Mr. Jiang pinched his neck: "Why, why are you all in front of me? I'm not even a toy! Why, just tell me!"
Zhao Qiming looked at him coldly, his eyes revealing only two words: madman.
"Everyone thinks I'm a fool! Yes, I'm naive, I'm easy to cheat, I'm a stupid dog, I'm not even as good as Napoleon! So you all lie to me, Yu Yuanshi, Cuicui too! Brothers and friends are all liars Dog’s!”
Mr. Jiang's hand pinched Zhao Qiming's throat harder and harder. It was clear that he was the one who committed the violence, but his face became redder and redder, and his eyes were wet with tears one after another.
He asked: "Do you know love at first sight? It means that you like and like it very much when you first meet."
"I like it very much." He murmured to himself and chanted softly in a strange tone. "The power of love is peace. It never disregards reason, convention, honor and disgrace. It can make all fear, shock and pain disappear when it is experienced. Make sweet.”
This is what Shakespeare said. Mr. Jiang wiped away the tears on his face. When the salty tears flowed through the wound, there were stinging pains. He showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
"But my love is not sweet at all."
Zhao Qiming couldn't reply to him. The air in his chest became thinner and thinner. A huge pressure made him unable to breathe. His head was numb and even the scene in front of him began to become blurry.
If this is the ending, Zhao Qiming has only one last thought left in his mind, which seems good, but I'm afraid he will be sorry for his family, and Xiaocui, she is still so young.
However, just before he was about to suffocate, Jiang Shao suddenly let go of his hand, and Zhao Qiming's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably. Then his survival instinct made him breathe in fresh air, and his eyes were bloodshot and swollen, which looked particularly terrifying. .
Mr. Jiang seemed to have calmed down a bit. He lowered his head and said, "It's not you that I hate."
It was the unloved self, he added this sentence in his heart.
Jiang Shao lacked for nothing. He was pampered by the Jiang family from a young age, and everything went smoothly no matter what he did. Only when he was eighteen years old did he suffer the greatest pain in his life.
He is not an introverted person with low self-esteem, but this is the first time that he hates himself so much that he targets Zhao Qiming and needs to vent his inner pain like crazy.
Coincidentally, the same is true for Zhao Qiming.
Zhao Qiming was in a very embarrassed state. He was pushed to the ground by a group of people. His gray hair and face were mixed with pieces of blood. He couldn't be more embarrassed.
He smiled sarcastically: "She won't love you."
"You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense!"
Zhao Qiming's throat hurt, and every word he spoke felt like a thousand needles were pricking him. He slowly said, "You know best whether I'm talking nonsense, Mr. Jiang."
His hoarse voice was really unpleasant, especially the last word "Jiang Shao", which contained a bit of sharp sarcasm.
"Nonsense is nonsense! Just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't do it!" Mr. Jiang's heart, which had finally calmed down, was instantly irritated. He grabbed his collar and wanted to tear out his muscles and bones.
At this moment, Zhao Qiming broke free from the restraints of the others. He grabbed Young Master Jiang and threw him to the ground. He pressed his knees hard against his soft abdomen. While he curled up in pain, he grabbed him and threw him against the wall.
"Don't be so harsh. You know best. Otherwise, why would you be so angry?"
Mr. Jiang squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "Even a broken rooster's throat knows how to fart. Not only is it unpleasant, but it also stinks to me. Oops!"
There was no phlegm, so he spat arrogantly, not disgusting at all.
Zhao Qiming turned his head to avoid it, grabbed his head and continued to smash it against the wall. The sound after sound was heartbreaking. Naturally, Mr. Jiang could not just watch his employer being beaten. He hurriedly stepped forward to rescue him, but was scolded: "Don't come over here, this is a matter between the two of us!"
The men were nailed to the spot: "."
Money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat.
Zhao Qiming never thought that he would really kill Jiang Shao. He himself was tortured a lot. He could persist for so long simply because his physical fitness was higher than that of ordinary people. His eyes turned black and he couldn't help but let go of Jiang Shao's collar.
However, as soon as he let go, Mr. Jiang suddenly raised his hand and stabbed him in the head. He seemed to be holding something in his hand. The speed was so fast that Zhao Qiming didn't see it clearly, and he was unprepared.
Time seemed to stretch infinitely in an instant. Zhao Qiming's head buzzed, and a sharp sting hit him. After realizing it, he covered the left half of his head, and blood slowly overflowed from his palm.
Mr. Jiang pulled out a thick piece of bloody wire.
The subordinate stammered: "Jiang, Mr. Jiang."
They were just hired to give people a "teaching a lesson", and they never thought about causing harm to anyone!
Mr. Jiang raised his eyelids and said: "You will not lose a penny of your money. It has nothing to do with you here now. Let's go."
The thick wire in his hand was not long, otherwise Mr. Jiang wouldn't be able to hide it for so long. He gritted his teeth and pulled the wire out of his palm.
This wire not only pierced Zhao Qiming, but also pierced his palm.
Zhao Qiming could no longer support his body, so he knelt down on the ground in embarrassment with one hand on the ground.
Mr. Jiang also sat down along the wall. His face could not hide the sadness and vulnerability, and tears fell heavily.
"She hates me."
Mr. Jiang didn't know whether he was talking to himself or complaining to Zhao Qiming.
(End of chapter)
The author said: This chapter fits the title hh very well, breaking the defense. One and two of them broke the defense.
Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Dirty cucumber has no right to choose a mate, cold-blooded dreamer, cold monster, female f male c will always drop the god 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of the cold-blooded dream cold monster;
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