Chapter 83 Assassination

In just a few seconds, Sheng Tingzhou's eyelids twitched violently.

He suddenly stood up, causing the chair to tip backward with a dull thud.

Colleagues stared at the screen in astonishment.

Grabbing his black coat hanging on the back of the chair, he strode toward the door while quickly dialing the police.

"I need to report a crime. Someone is holding a hostage at knifepoint in Block B, Basement 2 of Hengrui Building. The victim is Song Zhiwei. Police dispatch immediately!"

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"Don't think I can't see through you! You're just taking her side and deliberately trying to harm me!"

Chen Qimin completely lost control of his emotions.

He roared, and with a sudden burst of strength, he slammed Song Zhiwei against the wall, tightening his grip on her neck.

The coldness of the metal continued to compress the arteries.

Song Zhiwei's lips were turning purple, and the edges of her vision were beginning to darken, but she was still struggling to stay conscious.

She knew that her only chance of survival at that moment was to buy time and wait for rescue to arrive.

"I can make it up to you..."

She managed to squeeze out a few words.

"How much money do you want... I can talk about it... even a million... two million... just name your price... I'll figure something out right away..."

These words were meant to reassure the other party and give them a glimmer of hope.

Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, Chen Qimin let out a maniacal laugh.

"Ha! I knew it! I knew it! That woman gave you benefits, didn't she? Transfer records, secret agreements... How many shady deals have you made behind my back? You two are both scoundrels, you both deserve to die! One betrayed her husband, the other is a traitor, you both deserve to pay with your lives!"

His eyes were bloodshot, but he tightened his grip on the knife in his hand.

Before he finished speaking, several figures suddenly emerged from behind the thick concrete pillars.

They are hospital security personnel.

They were wearing dark blue uniforms and gripping black rubber batons tightly in their hands.

The head security guard, his face ashen and sweat beading on his forehead, roared angrily at Chen Qimin.

"Release the hostages! Let them go immediately! Otherwise, we will have to take coercive measures!"

Chen Qimin shuddered and turned his head sharply, his eyes bloodshot.

His already distorted face became even more ferocious with shock and anger.

But he only hesitated for a moment before tightening his grip on Song Zhiwei even more.

"Who dares to take a step forward? Who dares to move, I'll kill her right now! Try me if you dare! Knives don't have eyes!"

Upon seeing this, the security guards all stopped in their tracks, standing about five meters away from them.

They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with hesitation.

"Calm down!"

An older security guard stepped forward.

His temples were graying, and he tried his best to remain calm, slowly raising his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

"Injuring someone is a crime that lands you in jail. You can't do illegal things! If you let her go now, there's still room for reconciliation, and we can still talk! But if you really lay a hand on her, your life is over. You really can't escape it!"

"Law? What utterly nonsensical law!"

Chen Qimin threw his head back and laughed, his laughter filled with utter sarcasm.

“I saw through it long ago! What law? It’s just a tool that favors the rich! My ex-wife colluded with others to take my property, Song Zhiwei ruined my reputation, and now no one believes me. Do you think you have the right to talk to me about the law?”

He abruptly pulled the knife tighter in his hand, the blade leaving a shallow red mark on Song Zhiwei's neck.

"Stand right there and don't move! Anyone who dares to come near, I'll make them bleed on the spot!"

In fact, from the moment he stepped into this building, he had no intention of leaving alive.

His heart was already filled with hatred, and he had only one plan.

He killed Song Zhiwei himself to seek so-called "justice" for himself.

Then he would go find his heartless, betraying wife and die together with her.

Neither of these two women will escape.

The entire corridor fell into a deathly silence.

Time seemed to stand still, each second stretched out infinitely.

Just when the atmosphere was at its most tense, and the air was about to explode.

A swift black shadow suddenly pounced out from the side and behind!

The man moved swiftly and decisively, his right hand gripping Chen Qimin's wrist holding the knife like an iron clamp, pressing hard on his pulse point with the heel of his palm!

Immediately afterwards, a deep but furious roar exploded in my ears.

"You're asking for it!"

It was Sheng Tingzhou!

Taking advantage of the momentum, he suddenly pulled, forcibly pulling Chen Qimin away from Song Zhiwei.

The two collided heavily. Without hesitation, Sheng Tingzhou kicked with his right leg, his toe striking the outside of Chen Qimin's left knee joint with precision.

A muffled thud was followed by a piercing scream.

Chen Qimin's legs went weak, and he lost his balance, falling forward violently.

His face slammed directly onto the hard floor tiles, and his nose slammed open with a loud thud, drawing a large amount of blood.

Blood gushed from his nostrils instantly, staining half his face red.

He was lying on the ground, convulsing uncontrollably, muttering curses under his breath.

The surrounding security guards then seemed to realize what was happening and immediately swarmed forward.

Despite Chen Qimin's continued struggle and screaming, he desperately twisted his body.

However, he was unable to break free under the combined restraint of several well-trained security guards.

Sheng Tingzhou, without even wiping the sweat from his brow, almost staggered as he rushed to Song Zhiwei's side.

He reached out his hand, but paused just before touching her.

"How are you? Are you hurt? Let me see...are you cut anywhere?"

Song Zhiwei stared at him blankly, her lips trembling slightly, before slowly shaking her head after a long while.

Her eyes were already very red, and tears were welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

"It's okay...it's really okay...thank you..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than everyone had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief.

Chen Qimin, who was being held down on the ground, suddenly let out a roar!

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he suddenly shook off the hand of a security guard who was holding his arm.

Taking advantage of a moment when the other party was distracted, he actually pulled out another hidden knife from his waist and pounced on Song Zhiwei like a madman!

A flash of light, and the blade aimed straight for her throat!

Sheng Tingzhou, with his sharp ears, heard the commotion behind him and, almost instinctively, turned around, raising his arm without hesitation to shield Song Zhiwei behind him.

He acted too quickly and didn't consider the consequences at all.

And so, the sharp blade that was originally heading towards Song Zhiwei pierced into Sheng Tingzhou's right upper arm without any hindrance!

"ah!"

A gasp of surprise rang out from the crowd.

Sheng Tingzhou grunted, his body swaying slightly, but he still stood firmly in front of her.

The security guard, who had been knocked to the ground, finally realized what was happening. He hurriedly got up, grabbed his baton, and rushed over with a furious expression, delivering a powerful blow to Chen Qimin's knee!

With a muffled thud, Chen Qimin screamed and knelt down, the knife flying from his hand.

The other security guards immediately surrounded him and worked together to subdue him completely.

One person tightly bound his arms behind his back, while another quickly replaced them with more secure steel handcuffs, locking him completely in place.

The corridor was finally restored to order, leaving only a mess and the lingering smell of blood.

Song Zhiwei, however, remained motionless, as if nailed to the spot.