Personal security

Chapter 54: The Killer

After sending Kan Lingling away, he sat down and absentmindedly flipped through the documents on the table. Even Zhao Jianhui himself didn't know what he was suddenly annoyed about.

The cell phone on the table suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw that it was a strange number he had never seen before.

After pressing the answer button, a long sigh came from inside, and then Yang Xueying's voice came over: "Thank you. I know, you must think I didn't do anything good again. In fact, I went to my sister-in-law to beg her on my knees. It's really not easy for her to take care of the child in the past two years. I gave her two million yuan, which is considered as an advance education fee for my nephew. I told her that she can make her own decision whether she is willing to be with my brother in the future, and no one forces her. After giving you the things, I can't stay in Pengzhou City anymore, just don't want the whole family to be scattered. My mother is sixty years old, and she can't be without a child, right? The little grandson is her favorite...Okay, it's almost time to get off work, come to "Xiyue Fengqing", I'll wait for you here."

Zhao Jianhui didn't have time to refuse, and the other side hung up the phone with a bang.

I knew it was this woman who was doing it, and I knew that this woman would not be so willing to give up. However, this time she took a very gentle approach, completely using sugar-coated bullets to capture Kan Lingling. Thinking about the life of an unemployed woman with a child, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but sigh secretly that Yang Xueying was the one who really understood his pulse.

She knew that she would not say anything even if she was not satisfied with this approach. As long as she stopped paying close attention to this case, the verdict in three days could be imagined with her buttocks. Haha, the Public Security Bureau has been busy for so long, but in the end it is such a result.

Alas, I hope Kan Lingling can be really happy in the future. There are many helplessness in reality, and Zhao Jianhui had to use this lame excuse to comfort himself.

Xiyo Fengqing is an authentic Western restaurant, an old Gothic house in the 1930s. It is said that it was the headquarters of some British agency. The vicissitudes of the facade outside are very inconspicuous, but the decoration inside is very luxurious, with a strong exotic atmosphere.

With a "ding" sound, the wine glasses clinked together. The shape and color of the glasses were very beautiful, and the wine in the glasses was an authentic Bordeaux premium cellar. It is said that the price of a bottle has been sold in the market for $3.99.

The steak on the plate was the top-grade Matsusaka marbled beef imported from Japan. It looked delicious and appetizing.

Under the candlelight, the two people sitting across the long table felt complicated. The romantic atmosphere did not seem to completely melt the gap between them. The longer the table is, the farther the hearts of the two people are.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't know it was your birthday today. If I knew, I would at least give you a rose." Zhao Jianhui's words sounded very dry.

"Well, I'm already very satisfied that you can come. I have spent many birthdays alone. Since my father passed away, my mother has not celebrated my birthday again." Yang Xueying picked up a small piece of steak and elegantly raised the fork to her mouth.

At this moment, Zhao Jianhui's eyes were a little infatuated. Suddenly, he had an illusion that the woman next to him was not as annoying as he imagined.

Yang Xueying looked at him charmingly, and suddenly smiled: "Hehe... Don't be so deep, okay? I have prepared the things for you. You can come with me after dinner. When you need me to report to the Commission for Discipline Inspection, you can tell me in advance. Although I don't know if my choice is right, I feel so relieved..."

It may be that she really let go of her mood. After dinner, Yang Xueying, who drank a bottle of wine, was a little dizzy. However, in such a place, Zhao Jianhui could not go in and out with her. Although he had a little feeling of cherishing her, he should still avoid things that should be avoided.

Zhao Jianhui got out of the car first. When the car drove into the shadow of the corner of the building, Yang Xueying staggered out of the western restaurant and slowly walked towards her own car.

At this moment, three men got out of a car parked next to his car. The leader said with a smile: "Manager Yang, please walk slowly..."

"Ah...you...what do you want to do..." Looking at the three men standing in front of her, Yang Xueying stopped shaking her body and her steps. She threw the small bag on her arm at the man in front like a half brick. While the man dodged, she turned around and ran into the restaurant.

However, her feet in high heels couldn't run fast at all. In less than a minute, her long flowing hair was grabbed from behind. Yang Xueying staggered and knelt on the ground with a cry of "ouch". Her body was pulled backward by the man behind her by her hair.

"Help... woo woo..." Yang Xueying had just shouted for help when her mouth was blocked by someone. A strong arm circled her neck and dragged her to the front of the car.

"Let her go." Just as they were about to reverse the car, a tall figure appeared in front of the three men. The man's voice was not loud, but the chill in his tone gave the three men goose bumps at the same time.

"Go away. If you don't want to die, don't meddle in other people's business." The man standing on the far right looked at the man opposite, and imitated the other man's voice and said deliberately coldly. It's a pity that my own momentum cannot be compared with that of that person just now.

"Hmph, I don't want to die, but I also want to meddle in other people's business. What do you think I should do?" As the man spoke, he had already punched the guy holding Yang Xueying's neck.

Could this person really want to suffocate Yang Xueying to death? I don’t know how much force he exerted on his arms. Yang Xueying whimpered and kept kicking her legs on the ground, like a chicken that had been stabbed in the neck.

Seeing the opponent's punch coming, the man instinctively raised his arm to block, but he didn't know that the opponent's seemingly ordinary punch was surprisingly powerful. He felt like a heavy hammer and lightning strike on his left arm, and he couldn't help but let go of his right arm clamped around Yang Xueying's neck.

"Zhao Hui, please leave quickly. These people are all..." Seeing that Yang Xueying was still not frightened, she started to want to call her Secretary Zhao. She felt something was wrong and wanted to change her name to Zhao Jianhui. Maybe she felt that it was still wrong. No, so I called Zhao Jianhui Zhao...hui. However, before she could finish her words, the man who had just let go of her neck stepped on her: "Smelly bitch, how dare you eat her inside and outside?"

Zhao Jianhui didn't quite understand what this person said, but Yang Xueying would definitely be hurt by his kick. Therefore, Zhao Jianhui didn't care about the kicks and punches of the two people around him at the same time. Instead, he rushed forward, reached out and grabbed the arm of the man in the middle, wrapped his wrist around and flicked the huge body. He was thrown away six meters away. At this time, the two people on his side were able to attack him with their feet and fists.

Zhao Jianhui shook his belly and tightened his waist, took half a step diagonally, and barely dodged the opponent's kick. As soon as he raised his hand, his fist had already met the opponent's fist. He heard a crackling sound of bones, and the two of them They took two steps back sideways and looked at each other slightly stunned. It seemed that neither of them expected that the other party had such a hard fist.

"Haha, not bad, come again." Zhao Jianhui spun forward, rounded his fist, and struck the man who was still looking at his fist in a daze.

In fact, the opponent was well prepared just now, while Zhao Jianhui responded hastily in a one-on-three manner. But as far as the punch just now was concerned, the upper and lower were actually divided. But this is obviously not a competition, but a life and death struggle. Therefore, even if you decide who is superior, you still have to fight.

Seeing Zhao Jianhui attacking his companions again, the two people with him seemed to understand at this time that this big man, despite his unimpressive appearance, was actually a powerful enemy. If he was not dealt with, it would be impossible to capture Yang Xueying back. possible.

Therefore, the remaining two people looked at each other and joined the battle with low voices.

After Yang Xueying was frightened at the beginning, she became more and more sober now. Seeing that Zhao Jianhui still managed to win one against three, she felt slightly relieved. She thought about hearing that he was the only one to win in the melon and fruit market. After reading the legend about dozens of people in Dong Lixiang, he realized that the man who frightened him so much that he was willing to sacrifice himself was indeed no ordinary idler.

While thinking about it, Yang Xueying quietly sat on the ground and stepped backwards, wanting to see if she was further away from the danger. In that case, it is best to run to the car and leave here, so that even if Zhao Jianhui cannot resist the opponent in the end, he can escape.

Being here, not only can't help him, but it will also make him unable to escape. Yang Xueying knew very well what these three people did.

Zhao Jianhui was also very curious about the three men fighting with him. It can be said that if these three people had not met him, it can be said that all of them are first-class players. Just based on their boxing and kicking skills, they look better than Sun Liyun. This is to meet a super strong man like himself. Otherwise, even if Tu Xiong was replaced here, he would have been defeated by the three opponents.

While fighting, Zhao Jianhui thought to himself: What do these three people do? Why did they want to arrest Yang Xueying?

Zhao Jianhui punched out, and the man opposite him took three steps back. From the collision of fists and feet, these three people had already experienced the power of the big man. It would be an exaggeration to describe the fist as an iron fist, but it was a blow. It definitely doesn't feel good on my body.

Just when he turned sideways, his eyes glanced around, but Yang Xueying sitting on the ground was missing. When the guy turned around, he saw a figure bending down next to his car. Seeing that Yang Xueying's hand was about to grab the car door, the muscles on the man's face trembled twice. , reached out and took out a pistol from his arms.