After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

In the private room, under the dim light, a man was lying on the ground covered in blood, and a mouthful of blood would flow out of the corner of his mouth every time he spoke.

His face was pale and lifeless, and his left hand was severely stepped on and crushed by a foot.

"Tell me, who ordered you to secretly photograph Miss Li?"

"I...I have confessed everything I need to explain, and the rest...I really don't know..."

The man lying on the ground was one of the paparazzi who parked Li Fei's nanny car on the roundabout that day.

Ever since he was brought into this box by the white-haired man, he has been suffering endless physical and mental torture.

"do you know who he is?"

The white-haired smile was cold, and the man raised his head with difficulty and looked at the cold-faced and dignified man sitting in the center of the sofa.

The man was wearing a handmade suit, holding a cigar between his slender fingertips. The rising bluish-white smoke blurred his deep, dark eyes.

"Fu...Mr. Fu..."

There was a look of astonishment on the man's face, and he watched helplessly as Fu Lingheng raised his hand, and the white hair trampled off two of his fingers.

"It's good to know that it's Mr. Fu. Is there anything else that I haven't said yet? Think about it carefully."

Bai Mao's foot did not leave the back of the man's hand, but became stronger every time.

"Ah~~"

The screams, like those of a slaughtered pig, resounded throughout the entire box.

The man was so painful that he was covered in cold sweat and begged for mercy: "I really don't know anything, really, let me go, let me go, ah... I was wrong, I was wrong, I never dare to do it again!"

Fu Lingheng took a sip of whiskey, pressed the cigar butt into the ashtray, rolled it carelessly, raised his eyelids slightly, and said with a hint of ice in his voice: "Go on, he has ten fingers, and only two of them were broken. Look, Let’s see if it’s his tough words or my tough methods!”

"Gah da——"

The white-haired foot suddenly exerted force and broke another index finger of the man.

"Tell me, what else are you hiding? If you tell me something that makes me think I can let you live, maybe you can suffer less, huh?"

The man gritted his teeth and took his last breath to look at Fu Lingheng, who was always as terrifying as the King of Hell, and shook his head: "The other party gave each of us one million...and asked us to... .. We tried our best to dig up dirt on Mu Xiao. We... have been following him for more than half a month. He has no other private life except work... and finally got a whiff of something about him and the violinist Li Fei. Love..."

Hearing this, Fu Lingheng's patience was almost exhausted. Thinking of the scene where Li Fei was being chased and intercepted, his eyes flashed with cold light, and his whole body exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

"Ha~~"

He sneered contemptuously, and then made a "click" motion to Bai Mao.

"Ah! I said... I told everything. I really told everything. Please, please forgive me..."

Bai Mao kicked him, and he groaned, and the cold sweat on his forehead became even worse.

Xiang Chuan wrinkled his face and remained silent the whole time, just like Cheng Yang being a melon-eating crowd.

The first month has not passed yet, and he has already witnessed this kind of cruel and bloody scene twice. It is not too exciting!

The man trembled and climbed a short distance with difficulty. After telling him everything he knew, he passed out completely.

It turned out that that day, they had been eyeing Mu Xiao early. They were determined to be the first to win one million. They waited all day but unexpectedly found Li Fei entering and exiting the restaurant with him.

So, they divided their troops into two groups and drove three cars in each direction to pursue them at all costs...

"Mr. Fu, I fainted."

Bai Mao kicked the man on the ground and spat on the ground with disdain.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really effortless, it's only been an hour."

Xiangchuan swung his wine glass, raised his hand to look at his watch, and said with a look of disdain: "Damn, look at how unlucky he is. He has to secretly photograph his sister-in-law if he can't secretly photograph anyone."

"Fortunately, my wife was not injured, otherwise this guy's ten miserable lives wouldn't even be enough to compensate."

Cheng Yang also came closer and took a look at the man on the ground, curled his lips with disgust on his face.

If he hadn't caused this stupid thing, he wouldn't have to stay up late at night to search for traces of these gangsters.

"Take a breath and throw it to the police station. In addition, the person named He he mentioned is also in the club tonight. You can watch and deal with it."

Fu Lingheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the dirty things on the ground. His voice was low and cold, and it was so intimidating that no one dared to refute.

Bai Mao nodded quickly, patted his chest and promised, "I'll do the work, Mr. Fu, don't worry."

After saying that, he called a few bodyguards to come over and prepare to drag the person away.

Unexpectedly, the private room door was pushed open directly from the outside.

A strong and pungent smell of blood rushed towards her, and a group of men in black inside turned their heads to look at her.

Looking at the ferocious faces and the man on the ground who was as motionless as a dead dog, she panicked and backed away quickly.

Did she accidentally stumble into some mafia slaughterhouse?

My legs were so weak that I almost fell.

The phone in her pocket buzzed and vibrated as a reminder, and her heart was pounding and about to jump out of her chest.

"Sister, have you found the old man's private room number?"

Chi Wen on the other end of the phone was afraid that she didn't notice her situation at this time. Seeing that she didn't speak after answering the phone, he asked urgently.

"909, right?"

"correct."

9 or 6?

Can she still not tell the difference?

"boom----"

The door of the box in front of me was slammed shut, and the 9 on the door panel became loose and hung upside down...it became a 6...

909 becomes 906...

Her brain became increasingly confused, and for a moment she couldn't even tell which number it was!

Chi Wen asked tentatively: "Sister, are you still listening?"

"Well, it seems we went to the wrong private room."

She pretended to be calm, but her vibrato was obvious.

I wanted to turn around and leave, but found that I couldn't move at all.

Fu Lingheng, who was in the private room, heard the movement outside the door. He frowned slightly and said, "The surname He is from your Xiang family. I don't mind eradicating the roots for your brother."

Fuck, it’s come full circle, the clown is actually Micahawa himself?

That damn Mr. He actually dared to use the Xiang family’s influence to do whatever he wanted behind the scenes!

"I'll tell my brother."

"I still hope that people can be left to the night banquet to deal with it!"

After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the private room slowly.

As soon as he stepped out of the private room door, he saw a figure holding the wall and covering his mouth.

Her slightly curly hair hangs down on her shoulders, and her silver sequined fishtail skirt highlights her graceful figure. Her waist is as slender as a willow, and her buttocks are round and plump...

Her hair fell, Fu Lingheng's eyes fell on the black mole on her collarbone, suppressing the deep heat in his eyes, he strode over, unceremoniously clasped her slender, cold-white wrist bones, and pulled her towards him. Carry it in your arms.

Her voice was low and seductive, and the mellow smell of alcohol sprayed on her neck: "You ran out dressed like this to make me go crazy, right?"