Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

"Big Cat, go buy me a pack of cigarettes."

The car was driving on the road. Da Wang turned her head and looked at the 24-hour convenience store on the side of the road. She nodded seriously to Han Qian, opened the door, got out of the car, and ran to the convenience store. Da Wang just ran across the road and heard the roar of the engine behind her. When she came to her senses, the car that was originally parked on the side of the road had started and disappeared at the turning intersection in front.

Da Wang stood there in a daze for two seconds, then took out her mobile phone to contact Su Liang. Su Liang, who got the news, hung up the phone and looked at Tian Feng and laughed.

"Things seem to have gone beyond the control. Is there anything you want to say? Ye Zhi had a car accident this afternoon, right? Now you are ready to start work, but it seems to be too late."

Tian Feng looked at Su Liang and said indifferently.

"What do you want to say?"

"Han Qian went to find Lin Yebei. I guess Director Lin is going to be beaten!"

After going around in circles, Han Qian deliberately bought a bottle of white wine and stood under the surveillance camera and drank half of it. He raised his middle finger to the surveillance camera, opened the door and got into the car. He drove the car that the king got from somewhere and pushed the dividing guardrail in the middle of the road.

It is said that this thing is 18,000 yuan per meter?

Soon, the guard received a call from the police. It was said that someone was suspected of drunk driving and deliberately damaging public property. After receiving the news, the personnel of the traffic department retrieved the surveillance camera. When they saw the perpetrator drinking in the street and raising his middle finger to provoke the surveillance camera, the whole department was angry and went to the scene with the law enforcement personnel.

There were four cars and 17 or 18 people.

When the law enforcement officers arrived at the scene, the person who provoked the surveillance camera was driving a new Mercedes-Benz drifting in the middle of the road. The guardrail on the street was damaged for about 70 or 80 meters. The front of the new Mercedes-Benz, which had not been hung for photos, had collapsed.

The cars on the street stopped in their tracks. They didn't dare to drive through here.

At this time, the Mercedes-Benz suddenly stopped in place. The perpetrator in the car lit a cigarette and put his left hand outside the window. He seemed a little tired or injured.

After the Mercedes-Benz stopped, the law enforcement and traffic teams dared to step forward.

The door was opened roughly, and a hand grabbed Han Qian's arm and dragged him out of the car. The drunk Han Qian fell to the ground. After three or four seconds, Han Qian slowly supported himself with his arms. When he stood up and bent down to pick up the cigarette on the ground.

Click!

The silver handcuffs handcuffed Han Qian's outstretched right hand.

"You are suspected of drunk driving, dangerous driving, provoking guards, and maliciously damaging public facilities!"

Han Qian looked at the handcuffs on his wrists, slowly stood up and looked at the guard in front of him, and said softly.

"Is anyone injured?"

The guard was a little surprised by this sentence, and then frowned and scolded.

"Are you scared now? What were you thinking when you challenged the surveillance camera?"

Han Qian ignored the guard, turned his head and looked at another person, and asked.

"Is anyone injured?"

Han Qian, who often hangs out at the gate of the government office, can guess the approximate level of the other party by following their shoulder badges. The guard who was asked by Han Qian was about 40 years old, looked at Han Qian with cold eyes, and said coldly.

"No one is injured for the time being, but you are suspected of dangerous driving and damaging public property."

Han Qian said, bent down to pick up the cigarette on the ground, took two puffs, turned his head and looked at the Mercedes-Benz, and said softly.

"Since no one is injured, why did you arrest me?"

The people around him were ignited by this sentence. Didn't he understand what he just said? The guard in his 40s said coldly.

"Don't waste time talking to him, handcuff him and take him away!"

When the guard reached out and grabbed Han Qian's left hand, preparing to handcuff him, Han Qian suddenly took action, kicked the guard who opened his mouth in front of him on the chin, and then punched the person next to him in the face.

Han Qian shook his arms and asked with his head tilted.

"Why did you arrest me when no one was injured? My wife was hit by someone deliberately, but why didn't you arrest the driver?"

At this time, someone took out pepper spray, and Han Qian laughed.

"Spray it on me, and I will kill you here tonight!"

Then Han Qian walked to a place not far away, bent down to pick up an iron rod of the guardrail, gently knocked on the road, turned around and asked again.

"I'm asking you a question. Is the reason for arresting me because I didn't hit anyone? So if you arrest me, you don't have to arrest people who hit people? I don't like hitting people, so if I cripple you all, you won't be arrested?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qian suddenly bent down and stepped forward, hitting the guard's chin with an uppercut, then grabbed the man's hair and pressed down, while at the same time raising his right knee.

Blood splattered all over Han Qian's knees. Han Qian let go of his hands and looked at the guard who was rolling on the ground with his nose covered. At this moment, the man in his forties who was kicked down by Han Qian stood up and pointed the pistol at Han Qian with both hands and roared.

"Give up resistance, or I will shoot!"

Han Qian stood up and weighed the iron rod, laughing.

"Shoot me? I have to recall when was the last time I was hit by a bullet. Oh! It was Feng Lun who shot me in the stomach."

When the word Feng Lun came out, the nerves of the people present were instantly tense, and their scalps were a little numb. Five years ago, Feng Lun appeared in Bei'an for a period of time, and Bei'an fell into a considerable chaos during that time.

Does the man in front of him have a grudge with Feng Lun? And Feng Lun also shot him?

While they were stunned, Han Qian hit a man's side with the iron rod in his hand, and then questioned him.

"I'm asking you, do you not need to be arrested if you hit someone, and do you not need to fulfill your legal responsibilities? I just made a fuss for 20 minutes and you came to arrest me? My wife has been lying in the hospital for 12 hours. I asked you, have you found the driver who caused the accident?"

The guards looked at each other. Who has been lying in the hospital for 12 hours after a car accident?

That can only be Ye Zhi from Binhai.

Ye Zhi's man?

At this time, the man with the gun felt goose bumps all over his body, and his hair stood up slightly as he looked at the white-haired man in front of him.

He probably guessed who this man was.

Ye Zhi's man, and the guy who had a grudge with Feng Lun.

White hair, flower arms, and a scar that was cut diagonally across his chest could be vaguely seen in his open pajamas.

Thinking of this, the man with the gun took a step back, looked at the guy in front of him with a bit of panic, and said in a trembling voice.

"You... you are you..."

"Han Qian! Have you had enough of this? Put down your weapon right now!"

A full-throated roar came from the crowd. Han Qian slowly turned around and sneered at the man who was walking over.

"Beian Lin Yebei, right? You are at the same level as Qin Yaozu, right?"

Lin Yebei said angrily.

"I told you to put down your weapon."

Han Qian lowered his head and looked at the iron rod in his hand, then raised his head and smiled.

"Put it down? Why should I put it down? Not only will I not put it down, I will also teach you Bei'an a lesson today. I want to let you know one thing. If you touch Han Qian, I will just laugh and not bother with you, but if you touch my woman, you can just watch!"

As soon as the voice fell, the iron rod in Han Qian's hand hit the head of the man with the gun.

Bang!

Lin Yebei held the pistol in both hands. The bullet brushed Han Qian's side face and took away a trace of flesh and blood, but Han Qian seemed to be unconscious. He turned around and looked at Lin Yebei and smiled softly.

"Be careful behind you."

Lin Yebei turned around suddenly, and a red figure appeared in front of him. A cold light flashed, and the back of Lin Yebei's hand turned red. Before he could react, a short knife was pressed against his neck, and a whisper came from his ear.

"If you shoot my brother Han, then we will be enemies to the death."

Lin Yebei looked at Guan Junbiao coldly and said coldly.

"You should know what you are doing now!"

Pa pa pa!

A very abrupt applause broke the silence, and a bald handsome guy walked out of the crowd, clapping his hands as he walked towards Lin Yebei, and shouted with a smile.

"Hello, people from Bei'an, we are from Binhai."