Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

"Old Han, why don't you call the police first!"

"Don't... don't! You go back to the house and play."

The old man stretched out his hand to push Father Ye into the door of Yeshai Pavilion, and told him not to call the police.

After closing the door, the old man turned around and looked at the people standing not far away. He lit a stick of welding smoke rolled by his daughter-in-law. The thick smoke obscured the old man's face.

"Is this the old man giving in? How come we have so many people here for such a thing? I can catch you with one hand! If you kick me to death, it won't be against the law, right?"

"Hahahaha, how about I come, is such an old thing worth so much? Two hundred thousand per person? How about you all leave? I'll be gentler in a while."

"There's no need for this big brother anymore, tsk tsk tsk~ Come here, old dog."

There were jeers and jeers from the crowd.

The old man moved forward step by step, the first step was very slow, and the second step gradually became faster. After a few seconds, he turned into an old man in his sixties and rushed towards the crowd of men in their prime of twenty or so.

Behind the crowd, a foreign man in his thirties with a dagger in his hand stared at the oncoming crowd. The message Tang Li gave him deified this old man. Many information showed that he had exceeded the scope of normal people.

The old man stepped forward quickly, then suddenly stopped, half-crouched on the ground, and jumped up high in the next second. A crack appeared on an old bluestone slab under his feet. At this time, he stood in front of the old man, holding hands in each hand. The man holding a steel rod raised his head slightly and looked at the old man blocking the moon in front of him.

He swallowed.

The next second, the fist fell on his chest, and the man's chest collapsed visibly. The fist hit the body but before it could withdraw its strength, it pressed the man's body hard and hit the green bricks on the ground.

The dust was picked up slightly, and the man lying on the blue bricks with his chest collapsed was spitting out blood. Everyone was shocked by what they saw in front of them.

What happened in just a few seconds.

Before the old man could straighten up, he rushed forward again and dived towards the strongest man in the crowd. This strong man was nearly two meters tall and weighed about two hundred and eighty kilograms. Such a tough opponent doesn't give him a chance to play to his strengths.

At this moment someone rushed over.

"I don't believe this old dog..."

"Move over!"

Before the speaker could finish his words, the old man grabbed his arm and threw him away. The two-meter-strong man leaned over slightly and looked at the rushing old man, murmuring in his heart.

"I've seen this trick too many times. As long as I bend down and keep my lower body steady, you will..."

When he was less than one meter away from the strong man, the old man pushed his feet on the ground, his body was like a fired cannonball. At this time, the man who was still thinking about stabilizing his feet felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

"Um!"

The old man's shoulder hit the strong man's abdomen. The strong man groaned and his whole body was knocked away by the old man.

Click!

The pine tree as thick as an arm was broken. The old man stood up slowly, breathing slightly.

It seemed that the movement was too large and the two gunshot wounds on the body were torn apart. The price paid was an injury to the strong man's spine. At this time, the strong man tried hard to get up, but he could not feel any sensation in his legs. .

The old man adjusted his breathing, took a deep breath, raised his hands to grab his vest, and roared at the young man in front of him. The man holding the machete was frightened and took two steps back while holding the knife.

In less than five minutes since getting off the bus, three people were already injured. One of them was still alive and dead, and the remaining two were lying on the ground.

Seeing the monster in front of him approaching step by step, the man dropped the short knife in his hand, turned around and ran away.

It doesn’t matter what money is, life is what matters.

This old man is definitely not an ordinary person. He definitely fought in the octagonal cage when he was young!

If someone runs first, others will follow.

In just ten seconds, there were only three or four people left in front of the old man. The remaining few looked at each other, backed away slightly, turned around and left.

This old man who came with nineteen people dared to rush over, and there were only a few of them left. Didn't this old monster look like he was beating up Little Jerry?

There was only one person left in front of the old man, a fair-skinned man with blond hair holding a dagger and speaking softly.

"You have a physical problem, so you showed great bravery and scared us away. Unfortunately, I saw through it."

The old man is not good at words, especially to strangers he does not know. But the foreigner is right. The two gunshot wounds on the old man's body have indeed not healed. In the two attacks just now, his arms and legs were damaged. All send signals of dissatisfaction to the brain.

The old man ignored the foreigner and didn't know what he wanted to express.

The white-skinned man threw up the dagger in his hand, then took out the second dagger and threw it into the air, then the third, and then the three daggers, kept throwing them up in his hands, catching them, throwing them up, and catching them.

The old man frowned slightly.

"Come here in the middle of the night and perform acrobatics for me? I don't have any money to give you."

The white-skinned man smiled.

"Acrobatics? Whatever the old gentleman says, let me introduce myself first. My name is Charlie. I come from a certain country in Europe. Many people have died in my hands over the years, including poor people, rich people, officials, women, and the elderly. , kid, how about we make a deal? How about you get out of the way and I won’t kill anyone?”

The old man turned his head and looked at Ye Zhai Pavilion behind him. At this moment, Charlie caught the dagger and threw it towards the side of the old man's face. The old man leaned back to dodge the sneak attack, and the dagger pierced the trunk of the tree. Then the two daggers stabbed towards the old man one at a time.

The old man dodged the second one sideways, then lowered his head to look at the dagger pierced into the thigh of his right leg, then raised his head to look at Charlie, frowning.

"Is the performance over?"

Charlie took out a dagger again and threw it up, smiling.

"It's so difficult to get a gun in your country. It's really damning! I hate places full of surveillance. The whole world says this country is backward and poor..."

The old man stretched out his hand and pulled out the dagger from his right leg, frowning.

"Are you done chatting?"

As he finished speaking, the dagger was thrown. When Charlie turned sideways to dodge the dagger, the old man was already attacking at full speed. His sandbag-sized fist hit the side of Charlie's face with a sound of breaking wind. Charlie just sneered and then punched out.

He was the first person in so many years who dared to take Han Xiu's punch.

The old man's fist fell on the side of Charlie's face, and Charlie's left fist hit the old man's jaw. Charlie's body flew sideways and hit the tree. He held the pine tree with one hand and kept shaking his head. He felt that his head was shaking at this moment. It was hammered apart, and at this time, the old man stood on the spot and looked coldly at Charlie not far away, tilted his head and spit, with a tooth in the bright red spit.

He could still stand up even if he resisted Han Xiu's punch, and at the same time, he was able to knock out one of the old man's teeth.

The old man realized that he was the one muttering about Charlie, and it was his injured body that was rebelling against him. Just when the old man stepped forward to finish off Charlie, Charlie, who was still shaking his head, suddenly raised his head and grinned at the old man. In the dark night Two flying knives attacked, and the old man bent down and quickly dodged.

Charlie disappeared into the night, and the pine forest became his best camouflage.

In the Lin family villa, Lin Zongheng was sitting in front of the computer. There was a small microphone in front of him. Yeats was not the only one who could control the overall situation, Lin Zongheng said softly. "Don't worry, just hold on to that old monster. He's injured and he's old! Your dagger is poisonous. As for the people in Yezhai Pavilion, others will deal with it. What’s the chance of winning if you kill this old man head-on?”

Charlie whispered.

"Ninety-nine percent."

As he finished speaking, a stone the size of an egg flew past Charlie's hair. Charlie was sure that if this stone hit him, he would have to see God tonight.

Lin Zongheng took a sip of red wine and said softly.

"That's no different from one percent, just hold on!"

After cutting off the phone here, Lin Zongheng began to prepare for the second wave of troops. At the same time, he yelled at Li Guangbi who was not around. The bald man went a little crazy and actually disobeyed his order in order to kill Liu Ding!

He even said that Li Guangxi died because his skills were inferior to others, and I must kill Liu Ding.

Up.

They say a smart head has no hair, and that thing of his is not a head either.

"Tang Li, please contact us now and ask someone to support Ye Zhai Pavilion. In addition, those two things in Swan Lake would rather die than hand over management rights. You should also prepare and pay attention to Yeats's affairs. This The child must not be allowed to live."

"I see."

Lin Zongheng looked at the fish tank not far away, and he felt that he had seen Han Qian going crazy and collapsing.

Lin Zongheng smiled after taking a sip of red wine.

"It's nice to be a bad guy...Oh! I'm not a bad guy, I'm GOD!"

In the hospital, Han Qian laughed at Yan Qingqing because Yan Qingqing said she was the breadwinner of the family, and then was slapped away by Qian'er's mother. Qian'er's mother was lying on the bed, and Ji Jing was sitting aside peeling peanuts.

It didn't take long to peel off a bag, and Qian'er's mother suddenly spoke.

"Jingjing, who is smarter, you or nursery rhyme?"

“Nursery Rhyme Smart.”

"Well, who knows more about computers, you or poetry?"

"I know a lot about poetry."

"Then who is more beautiful, you or Luo Shen?"

"Luoshen is beautiful."

"Then you say Han Qianhe..."

"Han Qian!"

Qian'er's mother rolled her eyes.

Good guy, I didn’t say who I was competing with, so I just gave the answer directly.

Taking out her phone and playing with it gently, Qian'er's mother approached Ji Jing and whispered softly.

"Ji Jing, please call little Tukun and ask her to do something. We can't remain passive and let that little bastard play chess. I don't care if he bullies Han Qian, but bullying my little grandson is not okay! Let's! Xiao Tukun asked someone to pretend to be an angry netizen and go to Tang Li's residence to cause trouble. He wanted Lin Zongheng's left hand to be broken first."

"Okay mom."

When Qian'er's mother said that, Ji Jing had already dialed the phone. Little Tu Kun heard her grandma's explanation clearly. After Ji Jing made sure that little Tu Kun understood, she hung up the phone. Qian'er's mother pinched her chin. Again.

"It would be great if I read more books! Ji Jing, call Tu Xiao and ask him how the interrogation of those two people went, forget it! Don't ask about the result, just prepare to call the police directly. They said they admitted that Lin Zongheng hired them to follow me."

Ji Jing looked for the phone number and whispered.

"Is this useful? If there is no evidence, there is nothing we can do if Lin Zongheng doesn't admit it."

Qian'er's mother frowned.

"You're really not as smart as nursery rhymes."

Tong Yao opened the door and came in, laughing.

"Mom~ This Bobo Xu Niang actually knows everything. She knows everything in her heart, but she just won't say it. Aunt Ji, this dead green tea, will also take care of other people's feelings."

Ji Jing squinted at Tong Yao. If eyes could kill, Tong Yao would have died many times.

Qian'er's mother laughed, but still explained.

"The matter between Lin Zongheng and Han Qian is between them. This time Lin Zongheng crossed the line, so your father and I came up from the countryside to help. I just need to wait until Ye Zhi's child is born and returns home. I won't get involved in this matter."

Ji Jing said "oh" and went to make a phone call. Qian'er's mother thought for a few seconds and looked at Tong Yao and smiled.

"Tong Yao~"

Tong Yao whispered suspiciously.

"You can't say that I am the pillar of the family. This is just to deceive Yan Qingqing, a fool. She is wearing a bulletproof vest now."

Qian'er's mother laughed.

"How can this be a lie? Little Han Qian asked me to go to Qian Ling's place. It's impossible that Dongyang Jie works for us and we don't care about the feelings of the Qian family when we have a baby here? We can't be like this. Han Qian is also a nuisance to Ye Zi! Didn't you hear what he said just now?"

Ji Jing smiled with narrowed eyes.

"He is also worried about Ye Zhi's safety~"

Tong Yao pouted.

"Then he will get Yan Qingqing an assault rifle, right?"

Ji Jing turned his head to look at Tong Yao, narrowed his eyes and said softly.

"Can you die?"

Tong Yao smiled.

"No!"