The school beauty tortured me physically and mentally, and I was reborn as a licking dog and cut off

Ji Lengming was extremely anxious after answering Han Daoren's call.

In his heart, Han Daoren belongs to the type of person who is quite respectable.

With faith and a bottom line, even if his whole family was killed or his fate was unfair, he would still live tenaciously and never give in to evil forces.

How can such a person be compared to the bureaucrats who have nothing to do with their bodies?

But now, such an outstanding veteran police officer is being bullied to the point where he cannot protect himself!

Ji Lengming stood in the middle of the corridor, the scorching sun shining down on him, and the scorching rays burning him so hard that he was sweating profusely.

He stopped in place and did not move, but in his mind, he was screening people who could help Han Daoren at an extremely fast speed.

At a certain moment, a sudden inspiration occurred.

He thought of Wenwan's hoeing company. It seemed that the ecological facility agriculture demonstration base she co-invested in was near Tuanjie New Village.

Ji Lengming quickly called Wen Wan.

Wen Wan was in the car with a bunch of reports in hand, reading the data at a glance. The general manager of Hoe He sat beside him and told her about the next trip.

Suddenly, a special cell phone ringtone rang.

When Wen Wan heard this voice, she reflexively made a pause gesture toward the general manager.

She connected before she could speak.

Ji Lengming said hurriedly: "Wen Wan, please do me a favor!"

Wen Wan's expression changed.

You know, until now that they have been together, this man has always been very stubborn, and he never said anything about asking her to help.

She said seriously: "You say it."

Ji Lengming: "Han Daoren is in danger. It's too late to ask people from my factory to rush over, or to notify Uncle Han's apprentice!"

"I remember that your hoeing company just invested in building an agricultural demonstration base not long ago. It's not far from Tuanjie New Village. Can you call the base and ask them to send someone to take a look!"

Wen Wan was relieved at first, it was not just something bad happened to Ji Lengming.

Then he remembered his request.

In the past, as long as it was not related to her own interests, no matter how miserable others were, life and death would have nothing to do with her.

But now, as she often hangs out with Ji Lengming, her conscience has a tendency to sprout.

Old Man Han was indeed a bit sloppy, but he had professional ethics and a personality that suited her, so it was worth saving him.

What's more, Ji Lengming begged her personally.

She could refuse everyone, except Ji Lengming!

Wen Wan: "No need to ask them to send people. I happen to be on my way to inspect the base. You tell Han Daoren and ask him to hold on for fifteen minutes."

"Within fifteen minutes, I will personally bring someone to your door!"

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Fifteen minutes is either long or short.

At least it gives people hope.

After receiving Ji Lengming's notice, Han Daoren found a way to hold on for a while longer.

But an old house is an old house after all. It has been in disrepair for a long time and has an unstable foundation. Even though there is a door bolt, the wall can be knocked down if you kick it a few times with a little force.

He used all his strength to pile all the heavy objects that could be moved in the room toward the door.

The room was in a mess, and the sky was boiling outside.

There were nearly twenty people outside.

The leading group of people were forcing the door open, while several others were shouting and cursing. A few of them used iron bars to smash Han Daoren's broken motorcycle, while others were poking at the windows of the old house.

The sounds of breaking glass, smashing, cursing, roaring, dogs barking, roosters crowing... filled the quiet village in the afternoon with flames of war and hustle and bustle.

The villagers couldn't bear the disturbance. Some of them came out of their homes and saw so many people gathered in front of Officer Han's house. They were so frightened that the women quickly packed their children inside to watch the excitement.

The men in the village were all middle-aged and elderly people. Those who were too weak did not dare to step forward, but those who had a little bit of strength rushed forward to do it with their faces flushed with anger.

"Damn it, if you dare to touch Officer Han's house again!"

"What the hell are you?"

"If you dare to touch Officer Han, I will kill you!"

Without saying anything, someone picked up rocks and threw them at the gangsters.

Although Han Daoren is a marginalized little director, he has always shined as brightly as possible. He has done a lot of practical things for the villagers. Now that he is in trouble, the people who unite the new village will naturally stand up for him.

But the nearly twenty thugs present were not afraid at all.

They are all strong young men with weapons in hand. Under Zheng Yiping's care, they exercise regularly. Some of them have also learned basic fighting skills. How can these old, weak and disabled soldiers be defeated?

Immediately, a gangster picked up the iron rod in his hand and struck it at a tricky angle towards a villager who was rushing toward him.

There was a muffled sound, and the villager staggered a few steps. Unable to even struggle, his body fell softly.

After a few seconds, dripping blood seeped into the soil.

"Hahaha, look, just hit me with a stick, and it actually bleeds!"

The young man who hit the man laughed heartily at his companion.

He also kicked the villagers who fell to the ground twice.

"Like a dead dog!"

"I bother!"

Others laughed together, and the scene was really happy.

Some people pointed at the villagers who fell to the ground, showed their fierce looks, and screamed fiercely.

"A bunch of bastards!"

"Let me see who else among you dares to come here!"

"Come and I will fight one, and I will fight another!"

"I'm ready to go on a killing spree today!"

It is true that the people at the bottom have no money and power, but if they are really desperate, they still have one last chance of death.

Seeing that the villagers were being bullied and the attackers were so arrogant, six or seven people in the village couldn't stand it anymore.

They rolled up their sleeves, their eyes were red, and they roared and rushed over with the attitude of dying together.

But at the critical moment, he was stopped by Han Daoren, who was standing behind the window of the old-fashioned protective fence.

"Lao Liu, Lao Sun, go back, go back!"

"Don't let yourself go in vain!"

"I'm fine!"

Seeing Han Daoren's appearance, the villagers present stopped in their tracks.

When the gangsters who were ordered to see Han Daoren showed up, someone immediately picked up a bucket of gasoline and poured it on Han Daoren.

Han Daoren didn't expect the other party to have this trick at all.

The pungent smell of gasoline spread throughout the old house.

Seeing that they had succeeded, the villains outside reveled collectively.

"Light the fire for me!"

"Burn him!"

"Burn him!"

"Bullshit Chief! You don't even deserve to have your fucking ass licked!"

"If you dare to fight with our Master Zheng, you will have to kowtow a few times when the King of Hell comes!"

"Count a few things!"

...

Vicious words spread in waves, and a burning lighter was thrown into the room through the broken security window.

In an instant, the pungent smell of gasoline, billowing black smoke, and red tongues of fire all ignited and intertwined.

Han Daoren covered his mouth and nose and quickly took off his clothes stained with gasoline.

He didn't care to clean himself up and rushed to the bedroom not far away.

In the bedroom, there are the ashes and portraits of his family.

He didn't know if he could wait for Ji Lengming's rescue.

But he thought that even if he died, he would die with his family.

There was thick smoke billowing indoors, the house was too old, and there were many wooden structures. In addition, the weather was dry, and the flames burned all the way, almost destroying it and leaving nothing to stop it.

Looking at the house burning at an extremely fast speed not far away, the villains also began to feel frightened.

"Master Zheng allowed us to play with him, but he didn't allow us to kill him!"

"What to do now?"

"Fuck! After all, he is a director. If he lives in such a rotten house, he will die if he replaces it with a concrete one!"

"Why doesn't the guy named Han come out?"

"You won't ask us to beg him to come out, right?!"

"Hurry up and call the villagers to put out the fire together!"

Just at this moment, a very eye-catching armored Jaguar rushed along the bumpy road and rushed towards them.

The villagers who were going to fetch water saw it and quickly got out of the way.

When the ruffians surrounding the burning old house saw it, they were all frightened and screamed.

And the black high-end bulletproof car with smooth body lines and worth tens of millions showed no intention of slowing down at all. Instead, it suddenly accelerated as it approached Han Daoren's house.

I saw a streak of black lightning passing by like fluid.

Everyone present only heard a cry of "boom". When they looked again, in the billowing dust and smoke, the Jaguar's front fender had crashed deeply into the house.

The engine buzzed, and the car rolled backwards and exited the room.

A hole about half a person's height, formed by the impact, appeared before everyone's eyes.

There was a crisp 'click' sound and the car door opened.

A young girl with dark hair and a swaying red dress came out.

She faced the sea of ​​fire, with a cold face, and her white jade-like fingers clicked on the car body.

"Uncle Han, I am Wen Wan."

"Your reinforcements have arrived!"

The female voice is majestic and powerful, caught in the flames.

The red dress fluttered, like a burning giant red lotus.

Killing all around!