Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

There are many words on the blackboard.

Car accidents, snake venom, amnesia.

Warmth, peace, Wei Jiu.

Marina.

Prince!

But he still had no clue. Han Qian turned his head and looked at the gypsum board wall beside him. He walked forward and took a deep breath, then bumped his head against the wall. This hit made him confused for a few seconds. I forgot what I called myself.

"Xiao Qian, I have to go out and work on the group. If there's nothing else to do here, I'll leave it to you."

Old Man Yan's voice came from outside the door, and Han Qian nodded.

"oh!"

It’s this simple word again.

Old Man Yan struggled for a while and finally reassured himself that he should not bully a patient.

Han Qian didn't leave the Internet cafe all day, and Zhou Le didn't come over either. He just called Han Qian and asked if he wanted wolfberries. He bought a lot of them, but Han Qian declined with a smile.

"Get out of here."

After watching the master laying floor tiles work all day, Han Qian finally gave it a try, and before the master left, he told him that if he made trouble again tomorrow, they would not come.

Han Qian, like a child who made a mistake, kept promising that he would never cause trouble again.

The workers were very fond of this young man and knew that he was the nephew of the Internet cafe owner, but he had no airs at all and was easy to talk to and had no temper.

After sending the workers away, Han Qian sat on the bench and listened to the storytelling. As Zhao Zilong came in and out seven times, Han Qian suddenly became interested. He bent down and picked up a stick. After doing a trick, he squatted down and covered the back of his head. on the ground.

It really hurts.

At this moment, the closed rolling shutter door was opened outside. Han Qian thought it was Old Man Yan who had come back, but he didn't take it to heart. When he was kicked on the head and hit the ground, Han Qian raised his head.

Looking at the five tall, round-waisted men in front of him.

Han Qian stood up and pursed his lips.

"Close the door!"

Brother Pao held a steel pipe in his hand and waved to the younger brother behind him, raised his middle finger and pointed at Han Qian, and said with a sinister smile.

"Han Qian! Aren't you very brave?"

Um?

Han Qian was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said with a smile.

"You know my name is Han Qian? This way I won't have any burden!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qian came forward with a stick, holding the stick with both hands and throwing it at Brother Pao's head like a baseball.

Dead hand!

After chatting with Wei Jiu in the past two days and observing Wei Jiu's actions, Han Qian knew that it was not only his friends who wanted to find him now, but also some of his former enemies and even his former allies.

The stick left no force behind. Brother Pao retreated and dodged. The stick passed by the tip of his nose. The next second, Han Qian was already standing sideways in front of Brother Pao, the soles of his cloth shoes dilating in his pupils.

Brother Pao was about 1.8 meters tall, so Han Qian sideways kicked him in the face.

Brother Pao fell into his younger brother's arms. They were indeed here for revenge today. They originally thought it was a one-sided massacre, but they never expected that Han Qian would dare to fight back.

Brother Pao, whose face was covered in blood, pointed at Han Qian and said angrily.

"Hit me!"

Two men wearing motorcycle helmets rushed towards Han Qian with sticks. One to the left and one to the right, the sticks moved up and down. Han Qian stood in front of him with the sticks in both hands. The impact of the sticks caused pain in the tiger's mouth. At this moment, the man wearing a black mask struck Han Qian on the head with a stick!

Han Qian took a few steps back, slowly raised his hand and touched the top of his head. Then he looked at the scarlet color on his palm and saw blood flowing down his forehead.

His vision turned scarlet, and Han Qian smiled, but before he could fight back, two men wearing motorcycle helmets stepped forward again and slapped two sticks on his lower abdomen. Han Qian instantly knelt on the ground and spat out a mouthful of bright red.

"Hahahaha, what a familiar scene!"

Han Qian struggled to stand up, took off his old military coat, and threw away the stick in his hand.

"Still not used to using these things."

After saying that, facing the man holding the steel pipe in front of him, Han Qian rushed forward with his bare hands, bent down to avoid the oncoming steel pipe, ignoring the severe pain on his back, stretched out his left hand to cover the helmeted man's glasses, and then Then he punched him in the throat.

At this time, there was severe pain in his back again. Han Qian ignored the pain and punched the black-masked face. The next second, he pounced on Brother Pao, and fragmented memories appeared in his mind.

On the same night, there were two killers wearing helmets. In the vague memory, there was a girl holding a baseball bat.

Vague!

Extremely blurry.

"Hahahahahaha."

Han Qian laughed crazily. He felt that the blood in his body was boiling and burning. As soon as he threw two punches, he was pulled up. The two people held his arms tightly. Brother Pao stood up and punched again and again. It hit Han Qian in the face.

"Your name is Han Qian? Hit me? I will fucking destroy you today!"

The fists kept falling on Han Qian's face. Han Qian spat on Brother Pao's face. Brother Pao bent down and picked up the steel pipe on the ground. Just as he was about to hit Han Qian's stomach, Han Qian punched the man in the throat. The younger brother stood up and stopped Brother Pao.

Brother Pao frowned.

"What's wrong with you?"

The younger brother shook his head, covered his throat with one hand, then covered the middle of the steel pipe, put one end against Han Qian's lips, then nodded to Brother Pao and said hoarsely.

"He has a very bad temper."

Brother Pao was stunned and asked.

"know?"

"That's right. There's a grudge. It's surprising."

Picking up a brick with a grin, they wanted to knock out all Han Qian's teeth.

Just as Brother Pao raised his hand and turned around to start, the rolling shutter door behind him was suddenly opened. Brother Pao, who had been interrupted twice, turned his head with a ferocious look. Zhou Le, who was standing at the door, looked at the chaos in front of him and looked inside. The five strong men and the captured Han Qian.

The next second, Zhou Le took a step back and closed the rolling shutter door.

Zhou Le turned around and whispered.

"If you recognize five people, you will be beaten to death if you go in, right?"

After saying that, Zhou Le took off his coat and threw it at the door. He picked up a brick and opened the rolling shutter door again and rushed in.

What the hell happened if he was beaten to death?

Xiaoqian is my friend! !

Zhou Le rushed into the Internet cafe, and the rolling shutter door automatically fell down. Zhou Le turned his head and threw it out, hitting Brother Pao on the back. He had never fought before, and he didn’t know how to fight. Zhou Le took off his sweater and shouted arrogantly. .

"You all are fucking coming at me! A bunch of rubbish, today..."

boom!

Brother Pao turned around and kicked Zhou Le in the stomach. Zhou Le, who only weighed about 100, was instantly kicked to the ground. Brother Pao stepped forward and grabbed Zhou Le's hair and said with a cruel smile.

"I really don't dare to hit you if you want to wear the clothes of a city official, but you take them off!"

After saying that, he grabbed Zhou Le's hair and slammed it on the floor tiles. Several men laughed. At this moment, Han Qian suddenly turned around and kicked the crotch of his trousers next to him. The man was in severe pain. Squatting on the ground in a controlled manner, Han Qian turned around, grabbed the other person's hair, and gave him two consecutive headbutts.

The remaining guy wearing a white mask and a red motorcycle helmet immediately pounced on Han Qian. Just as Brother Pao was fleeing, Zhou Le suddenly opened his mouth and bit his wrist. Brother Pao lifted it up in severe pain. Zhou Le smashed at Han Qian.

Han Qian took a step back to catch Zhou Le. Zhou Le shook his head and stood in front of Han Qian with trembling legs. At this time, Brother Pao and others were only slightly injured.

Han Qian whispered.

"Why did you come in when you were going to be beaten?"

Zhou Le wiped the blood on his face and gritted his teeth.

"We are all barren! We have to be beaten together! We are hospitalized in the same room!"