Chapter 296 Are You Afraid of Hurting Her by Accident?

Three men were following, keeping a distance from them.

He was not dressed like the local villagers. He wore a black shirt and black pants, a baseball cap, and his trouser pockets were bulging with a knife.

Liang Jishen realized that the visitor had ill intentions.

He is more than capable of fighting three people at once, and his highest record is fighting seven people at once, but he has to distract himself to protect He Sang, so there is a high probability that he will not be able to escape unscathed and will be injured.

"What's wrong with you?" He Sang leaned closer to him.

Liang Jishen laughed and said, "Nothing."

He glanced at the parking space across the way and saw two men there as well.

A van was parked at the entrance of the village, blocking the way.

The only breakthrough was the reed field.

It was farming time and the villagers were weeding. With someone present, the other party did not dare to act rashly.

If they chose to return by the same route, the situation would be too risky. The other side had such a large force, and had sent at least ten people. If they failed to break through, they would be attacked from both sides on the highway. There were few cars in Wanxi County and the environment was very unfavorable, so it would be impossible to escape.

Just as He Sang was about to get in the car, Liang Jishen stopped her and said, "Take my car and go to the reed field to inquire."

She was worried, "Will we be able to get back to the city in time?"

Liang Chihui called her at noon, but she didn't answer because she was afraid that he would ask her questions and she would give the wrong answer, which would expose her true identity.

"There's still time." Liang Jishen stuffed her into the back seat of the Cherokee, and the van started as expected.

Ni Hong received news from the bodyguard at Yunhai Building that Liang Jishen brought a woman with him. She immediately thought of He Sang. She had intended to act according to the plan, but was worried that Liang Chihui would have new changes, so she had to go upstairs to report.

"He Sang is here too?"

Liang Chihui's face was extremely gloomy. He raised his head and looked at Ni Hong.

"Liang Jishen went to find He Sang. She came to Hongxing Village first." Ni Hong felt his gaze was as cold as ice, almost freezing. "He Sang lied to you. She wasn't visiting a friend who was in confinement after childbirth. She was investigating Guanghe Group and was determined to gather evidence to bring you down! No matter how well you treated her, she didn't appreciate it."

The veins in the man's neck bulged, and his fingers pinched the edge of the table until they turned white.

"Withdraw."

After a long while, he squeezed out a sentence.

Ni Hong guessed that he was soft-hearted towards that woman, but this time it was different. Liang Jishen's reconnaissance skills were too sophisticated, and all the buried secrets were likely to surface, but he was still soft-hearted.

"Why did you withdraw?"

Liang Chihui's eyes flashed with panic. "Do you think the province will let it go just because the third brother was crippled? Lao Zhang and Lao Jiang were his mentors in college. If their most proud students were attacked, they would turn Hebei Province upside down."

Ni Hong persisted, "Have you forgotten that Hongxing Village doesn't have traffic surveillance? Even if Liang Jishen died there, they wouldn't be able to find any evidence."

"The third brother is my younger brother." The man met her gaze, his eyes growing colder. "I have my own standards for teaching him a lesson, and you are not allowed to interfere."

"Liang Chihui." Ni Hong endured it, her internal organs shaking violently with each word. "You hate Ji Xilan so much, how could you show mercy to your enemy's son? You don't care whether Liang Jishen is dead or alive. You wish he were dead. What you care about is that He Sang went to Hongxing Village and his weapons are not sharp. If he accidentally hurts her, or if Liang Jishen can't defeat that group of people, He Sang will fight to the death for him! They are carefully selected professional thugs. Let alone stabbing her once, even if he stabs her halfway, she's finished."

Ni Hong refused to give in. "I arranged this, and I will bear any consequences."

Liang Chihui supported himself on the table with his palms and slowly stood up. His eyes were like a hook, cruel and sinister, hooking her flesh and veins without showing any mercy.

She was torn until she was bleeding.

"I order you to withdraw your hands."

"You will regret this..." Ni Hong's limbs trembled uncontrollably, "You will definitely regret this!"

The man gritted his teeth, kicked the office chair away with a fierce look, and ran straight to the door.

"Liang Chihui!" Ni Hong chased after him. "You insist on your own way, believing you can control everything. There are always things in this world you can't calculate or control. You've exploited and toyed with countless feelings. Have you ever thought about revenge?"

Liang Chihui walked out without looking back.

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The wind blew through the reed field, and clusters of reeds swayed and fluttered like surging waves.

He Sang stood on a half-meter-high stone staircase, which was divided into two parts. On the left was Hongxing Village, and on the right was Ginkgo Village. Liang Jishen opened his arms and caught her at the bottom.

The reeds slapped against her legs, and she bent down, scratched herself, and stood up again.

"I'll check it myself," He Sang said firmly. "Don't get involved in this mess."

"You can't check it yourself." Liang Jishen was also annoyed. "If you came here by yourself today, do you know what would happen?"

She said nothing.

The sun rises early and sets early in Hongxing Village. At five o'clock, the sunset glow has already fallen on the reed leaves and passed over Liang Jishen's face, making him look handsome, strong, majestic and broad.

He took off his coat and wrapped her up to protect her from the wind. She was only wearing a thin white T-shirt, and the lines of her shoulders and neck were bulging.

At this time, a horn sounded on the dirt road at the entrance of the village, and He Sang stood on tiptoe to look over.

A dark blue SUV was parked behind the Cherokee. The two cars were similar in size, like two dormant cheetahs.

The car door opened, revealing a tall and deep silhouette. Under the setting sun, the man looked cold and upright.

He Sang froze.

It’s Liang Chihui.

It is impossible to tell clearly whether his expression is happy or angry, cloudy or bright.

All I could see clearly was that he was wearing a charcoal grey linen shirt, not a suit, and was tightened by a thin handmade leather belt. The wind blew into the collar and hem of his shirt, causing a slight bulge on his back, so that the collar was firmly attached to his chest, reflecting a translucent shape, thin and powerful.

He took big steps and quickly approached He Sang.

He Sang had never seen Liang Chihui release such a strong and intimidating aura.

I was at a loss for what to do.

Liang Jishen took out a cigarette without saying a word, turned sideways and lit it against the southwest wind.

The smoke made him squint his eyes. He held the cigarette butt in his mouth, straightened his trousers and stretched his muscles, looking calmly at the reeds in the distance.

He turned his back to Liang Chihui and raised his head slightly. He Sang also felt his exuberant aura.