Chapter 139: Destroy Him

Zhou Kun heard the noise and rushed into the meditation room. He Sang's sweater was torn, and his black underwear was hanging crookedly on his chest, almost unable to cover it, and his pants were pulled down to his thighs.

His expression changed, and he turned his back to her, "Nong Nong!"

Hu Nongnong ran into the meditation room, took off his windbreaker and wrapped it around He Sang, "It's Hu Dafa——"

He Sang leaned in her arms, trembling all over, without a trace of blood on his face.

"That bastard!" Hu Nongnong was filled with righteous indignation. "A monk said I didn't draw lots and told me to go to the incense hall. After I drew lots, he said I forgot to recite a scripture. It turned out that Hu Dafa was trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain!"

Zhou Kun felt Hu Dafa's breath and said, "He's not dead." He wiped the back of his head again, his hands covered in blood.

Hu Nongnong was stunned. "With so much blood, how can he survive?"

He looked serious and said, "Send him to the hospital for emergency treatment first."

Zhou Kun brought a driver and bodyguards with him this time. They drove two cars. The bodyguards dragged Hu Dafa into the second car and sped down the mountain.

He squatted beside the bed and stared at He Sang, "Did I touch you?"

He Sang's lips trembled and his eyes were dull. Zhou Kun had no choice but to ask Hu Nongnong to check. Hu Nongnong was also very panicked, "Where should I check?"

Zhou Kun walked to the door and took a cigarette out of the cigarette box, "Downstairs."

"No..."

He Sang suddenly spoke.

Zhou Kun tilted his head, cigarette in his mouth, and stood motionless.

"Hu Dafa didn't have time, so I hit him."

Hu Nongnong picked up the blood-stained Guanyin statue, which was heavy. She was nervous and said, "Zhou Kun, Hu Dafa's condition is not optimistic. I think Third Uncle will have to step in to take care of it."

Zhou Kun frowned, "She's defending herself, what's the deal?"

"If Hu Dafa's injuries were too severe, Xiao He would have acted in self-defense. If he had succeeded, he could have even killed him. The key is that he didn't succeed, and there were no witnesses at the scene. I'm worried that the Hu family will use their connections to turn the tables."

Zhou Kun stubbed out his cigarette with the sole of his shoe and cursed angrily, "Luckily he didn't succeed, otherwise, with Third Brother's temper, we'd both be finished."

"He Sang!" Mrs. Hu pried against the door. The shocking pool of blood and the belt left by Hu Dafa shocked her so much that she was incoherent. "Where's my husband?" She rushed over and grabbed He Sang's hair. "Where's Hu Dafa!"

Zhou Kun angrily pulled her over and swung her violently, causing Mrs. Hu to hit the door with a creaking sound. "Hu Dafa attempted rape, why are you throwing a tantrum?"

"Mr. Zhou..." Mrs. Hu recognized him and Hu Nongnong. Hu Dafa said last night that He Sang was also in Puhua Temple. Mrs. Hu was a woman and understood his bad intentions. She also thought that He Sang came to burn incense alone. Hu Dafa was at best harassing her and taking advantage of her. As an actress, it was normal for her to suffer losses at the hands of men. She would not say anything. She did not expect that it was with Zhou Kun and his wife.

"Rape?" Mrs. Hu's momentum weakened. "He can't be that stupid!"

Zhou Kun sneered, "Hu Dafa dares to touch any woman. Your Hu family is going to be in great trouble."

Mrs. Hu collapsed on the ground, trembling. "Impossible... Is he crazy..."

Zhou Kun carried He Sang on his back and drove down the mountain himself. Hu Nongnong accompanied her in the back seat. "Should we call the police?"

"No." Zhou Kun drove very slowly. He Sang was emotionally unstable and worried about bumping her further. "I came to pick you up because a friend said Puhua Temple has a shady background, involving the wives of some bigwigs. Whoever caused it to be exposed will be in trouble."

"That Third Uncle..." Hu Nongnong hesitated, "My dad told me that he's very scary when he gets angry. No one offends him at school or in the office."

Zhou Kun was also annoyed. He had seen the thunderous power of Liang Lao San. None of Liang Yanzhang's three sons were easy to get along with. The eldest son was dull by nature, the second son was smooth and insidious, and the third son was not easily persuaded.

He threw the cigarette butt out the window and said, "Let's go back to Hebei Province first."

At the same time in the North Courtyard, Liang Chihui witnessed Zhou Kun carrying He Sang into the car. He stopped a monk who was cleaning and asked him to go to the West Courtyard to call the fake monk in Mrs. Hu's room.

Mrs. Hu's room was in turmoil. The fake monk was annoyed by her crying and asked, "How much assets does your husband have?"

"There's not much left... Some of the non-performing assets will be seized sooner or later, and I owe the bank 100 million yuan in loans this year."

"What about the liquid funds? Do you have tens of millions?"

Mrs. Hu wiped her tears and said, "Yes, I have four more houses."

The fake monk pretended to hug her and coax her, "Liang Laosan will definitely not let Hu Dafa go. Hu Dafa has a criminal record and his history of making a fortune is not clean. Liang Laosan used to work as a city prosecutor and is familiar with the top leaders of the city and district bureaus. You should sell the house immediately and leave a way out."

Mrs. Hu stopped crying and asked, "What then?"

"Go and sue He Sang for seducing Hu Dafa. He then demanded 10 million yuan, but Hu Dafa refused to pay. He Sang then murdered him while he was sleeping."

Mrs. Hu's hands and feet were cold. "Is this okay..."

"I guarantee it will work." The fake monk vowed. "You're Hu Dafa's wife. How can Liang Laosan let you go? You should sue He Sang first. What's Liang Laosan's status? The higher-ups won't allow him to get involved. If he doesn't intervene, He Sang won't be able to do anything. Instead, she'll compensate you. I beg you to spare her."

Mrs. Hu was at a loss at the moment. The fake monk was her last straw. "I'll listen to you."

The fake monk comforted Mrs. Hu and quietly slipped to the north courtyard.

As soon as he entered the house, Liang Chihui swung a punch at him. He was caught off guard and stepped back repeatedly, falling on the doorstep.

"Second Young Master..."

Liang Chihui covered his lower abdomen, the bones on the side of his face tensed, and the wound was stretched so hard that it hurt. He endured it and suppressed the pain, "What happened in the West Courtyard?"

The fake monk swallowed his saliva and said nothing.

"Feng Zhikui, you're tired of living." Liang Chihui's face was cruel. He grabbed the man's monk robe and tightened the round collar around his neck, making the man's veins bulge red. "Last time you sent people to intercept her, I warned you to be honest. You did what I told you to do, and you were not allowed to do anything I didn't tell you to do."

The man whimpered, his pupils bulged, and he was on the verge of suffocation.

"You are so brave. You are having sexual thoughts, right?" Liang Chihui's leather shoes pressed against the man's crotch, grinding against it from time to time. The man was terrified, not knowing whether he would be brutally killed in the next second.

"Should I destroy you?"

Liang Chihui hated forcing women the most. Three years ago, there was a girl in Yunhai Tower who played the pipa very well. She composed the music for Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" by herself. She was beautiful and had outstanding pipa skills. A wealthy man in the city came to her and spent tens of millions of yuan to keep her for a year. He only allowed her to play for him and not to receive anyone else.

At first, one was playing the pipa while the other was appreciating it. Not long after, the rich man started to touch the girl, and the girl was unwilling. The rich man happened to be entertaining business partners at Yunhai Tower that night, and he was embarrassed in public, so he smashed the pipa and beat her.

Ni Hong reported to Liang Chihui, who immediately arranged for bodyguards to teach the rich man a lesson.

Even his own employees are not allowed to be bullied, let alone defiling He Sang.

Feng Zhikui stumbled to his knees. "I was just fooling around with Hu Dafa's wife and cheating her out of her money. Huang Biao betrayed me, and now I'm in hiding. My credit card is frozen. Even if you give me ten thousand guts, I wouldn't dare to mess with Miss He. It was Hu Dafa who was carried out of the meditation room by Zhou Kun's bodyguards."

Liang Chihui looked down at him, not caring that the gauze on his abdomen was soaked with blood, and said, "I have a task for you. Destroy Hu Dafa."