Chapter 23 Xie Jingchen, I'll Warm and Heal Your Life

Xia Yu and Chang Xiang had been smoking too much opium and were too tired, so they were currently in a deep sleep.

Even so, the two were quickly jolted awake by the pain when the first blow came down.

When Chang Xiang saw Song Hechao's bloodshot eyes, the ruthlessness in his attacks, and the murderous aura emanating from him, he knew that Song Hechao had gone mad and was struggling to get off the bed.

Xia Yu, however, grabbed Chang Xiang, wanting Chang Xiang to help him control Song Hechao.

He couldn't have done it all by himself!

Unexpectedly, his pulling action inadvertently bought Song Hechao some time.

Song Hechao laughed with boundless hatred, raised his arm high, and slashed at Chang Xiang without hesitation.

Chang Xiang couldn't even dodge; he was stabbed repeatedly, his body convulsing and vomiting blood. He soon died in front of Xia Yu.

Xia Yu's eyes widened as he stared blankly at the cruel and bloody scene before him, his face splattered with blood.

He finally realized that Song Hechao had gone into a state of madness and was killing like a madman!

Xia Yu was so frightened that he scrambled off the bed, but Song Hechao grabbed his hair and slashed him on the back with a knife.

"Ah!" Xia Yu let out a miserable wail.

But the cleaver had been dulled by Chang Xiang and was no longer sharp, so Song Hechao dragged him toward the kitchen.

Blood trickled down Xia Yu's back, leaving a bright red trail. He was in pain and terrified.

"Brother Song, I'm sorry, Chang Xiang forced me to do this, I had no choice, please spare me! I know where Chang Xiang kept his money, now that he's dead, all his money is yours, you're rich now, Brother Song!"

Xia Yu was so frightened that he wet himself and kept begging for mercy.

But Song Hechao remained silent, walking straight to the kitchen without stopping. He found a new cleaver and began frantically slashing at Xia Yu.

A few minutes later, Xia Yu became completely still, lying in a pool of blood with her face unrecognizable.

At this moment, Song Hechao's most violent and dark side was unleashed. His eyes were almost covered with bloodshot veins, and he was clearly in a bloodthirsty rage.

Two direct enemies have already died by his blade; now, he is going to find the culprit behind all this.

He parted his blood-stained lips, his voice hoarse and filled with hatred: "Xia, Fan, Xing."

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The Xia residence was confiscated, leaving Xia Fanxing homeless.

Because she was going to take the train to the border region in a couple of days, she didn't look for another place to stay. Instead, she carried a small bundle and went straight to the guesthouse.

She still chose the same room for that night.

The guesthouse clerk remembered her pretty face; she recalled that she had asked for the same room the last time she came.

Then, recalling Xie Jingchen's investigation and confession, he asked, almost as if possessed, "Comrade, is there any special reason why you always choose this room?"

Xia Fanxing smiled faintly and did not answer.

If someone is unwilling to answer, the registrar cannot press them for an answer.

After Xia Fanxing entered the room, the registrar opened a drawer, looked at the note with Xie Jingchen's contact information, and sighed with worry.

"Sigh, I wonder when someone will ask me."

At dinner time, Xia Fanxing went to the state-run restaurant.

She was about to leave Haicheng, so she not only wanted to eat more, but also pack a lot of food to put in her space.

When she misses Haicheng cuisine, she can take it out to satisfy her craving anytime.

Just as Xia Fanxing was enjoying her meal, an uninvited guest suddenly burst through the door and strode straight toward her.

The strong smell of blood filled Xia Fanxing's nostrils, and she almost instinctively dodged, just in time to avoid Song Hechao's first slash aimed at her.

Song Hechao has upgraded his equipment, and now he is wielding a heavy and sharp axe!

Upon seeing this, the other guests at the state-run restaurant screamed and scattered. The waiters quickly ran out to call the police. The head chef was nervous, scared, and anxious, and looked around for a suitable weapon.

However, Xia Fanxing, the person involved, remained remarkably calm and composed after seeing Song Hechao's state.

She even laughed, "If I'm not mistaken, Xia Yu must have really screwed you over, right? You haven't improved at all over the years, but at least you're still pretty good at taking action."

"Xia Fanxing!" Song Hechao roared angrily and desperately, "This whole situation is your fault! It's all your fault! You've been using underhanded tricks behind our backs, you've driven us to a dead end! You scheming and vicious woman, you deserve to die the most!"

As he spoke, he brandished his axe and charged towards Xia Fanxing.

However, the axe was heavy, and he moved relatively slowly. Xia Fanxing dodged nimbly, and he didn't even touch a strand of her hair.

Xia Fanxing also took the opportunity to grab a few bowls and plates and smash them at his head, hitting him every time.

Soon, Song Hechao's head was covered in blood, with streaks of blood running down his face, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

Enraged, Song Hechao lost his mind like a furious beast.

He slammed his axe down on the table, walked across the broken surface, and was about to strike Xia Fanxing with it—

"Stop!" With this shout from the police, a bullet pierced the air and struck Song Hechao's shoulder blade.

Song Hechao screamed in agony, and the axe fell to the ground with a thud.

The police rushed in and shielded Xia Fanxing behind them, then twisted Song Hechao's hands behind his back and handcuffed him, firmly controlling him.

Song Hechao was forced to kneel on the ground, half of his face pressed against the ground, blood flowing from his mouth.

Even though he knew he was powerless to change the situation, his expression remained fierce as he stared intently at Xia Fanxing.

Because the police had already apprehended the criminals, a large crowd of onlookers gradually gathered around.

Seeing so many people, Song Hechao suddenly smirked and shouted, "Everyone, look closely! This woman is Xia Fanxing, my fiancée. She says she's over a month pregnant and the child is mine. But I wasn't even in that room that night! I didn't touch her at all! Her child is bastard! Not only is she a slut who got pregnant out of wedlock, but she doesn't even know who the father is! You all need to stay away from this kind of person. Who knows if she has any diseases!"

These words caused an uproar in the audience.

Everyone's gaze towards Xia Fanxing changed.

Xia Fanxing, who was at the center of the storm, did not change her expression at all, as if Song Hechao was not talking about her.

"Behave yourself and stop talking nonsense!" The police escorted Song Hechao away.

Other police officers have discovered the bodies of Xia Yu and Chang Xiang. This is an extremely heinous criminal case, and they will face legal judgment.

With no excitement to be seen, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Many people continued to discuss what had just happened with their companions as they walked, still feeling the excitement.

At that moment, a young woman with braided pigtails came out of the guesthouse.

She held the note with obvious delight, her face beaming with an excited and sweet smile.

"Xie Jingchen, wait for me. We'll meet soon, and I'll definitely be able to warm and heal your life!"