Chapter 70: A Rage for a Beauty
Everyone in the box shuddered at the sound.
Master Li turned his head suspiciously and saw a tall figure standing at the door. The aura he exuded could overwhelm people. He frowned and the knife in his hand lost its power and fell to the ground.
Jian Mo looked slowly, blood beads rolling down her face. In the darkness, Huo Qichen's face gradually became clear, heavy, angry, and suppressed.
Huo Qichen stared at one direction. Jian Mo, with a look of despair, knelt there, as if kneeling in the dark swamp of hell, and also kneeling on the beating blood vessels in his heart. He felt more desperate and broken than when his work was taken away.
"Huo Qichen?" Master Li shouted in disbelief. He had never expected to see him here.
The man stood there, cold and indifferent, with no one behind him. But it was precisely because he didn't bring anyone with him that he seemed particularly crazy.
Huo Qi Chen rolled up his sleeves, strode forward with his long legs, and before he could react, he pushed him to the ground, punching him again and again, causing his nose to bleed!
Master Li weighed at least 200 pounds, but Huo Qichen attacked him effortlessly. The veins on his neck throbbed violently, indicating that he was going to kill him.
Seeing him wailing non-stop, Master Li's men looked at each other in bewilderment and were about to step forward when they were stopped by this sudden man: "If you dare to move one of us, just try!"
Although he is very young, he makes people extremely afraid when giving orders!
Master Li covered his eyes and nose and shouted, "Don't! Don't move!"
After enough fighting, Huo Qichen's face was full of madness. He picked up the knife on the ground and asked Jian Mo: "Which hand did he use to hurt you?"
Jian Mo was not very rational. Seeing Huo Qichen like this, she trembled even more violently. "Right...right hand."
So Master Li's right hand was forced to the ground, and then the knife fell. With a hissing sound, blood splattered on Jian Zhou's face, which was so hot that his eyes rolled back and he fainted from fright.
Master Li’s wails nearly toppled the entire building.
Huo Qichen acted quickly and decisively, and he also withdrew quickly. He took out a tissue to wipe his fingers clean before leaning over to pick up Jian Mo, stepping over the collapsed Master Li and striding out of the box.
Liang Qiu had been listening outside for quite a while. Seeing someone come out, he was extremely anxious. "Just a small punishment will be enough. You've caused me a lot of trouble!"
Huo Qichen's face was gloomy. "Make way."
Liang Qiu followed quickly behind, "This floor and the underground parking lot have been taken care of. You can drive my car and leave later. Here are the keys. I'll take care of the top floor."
At the end, his eyes fell on the dying Jian Mo's face, and he was shocked again. Tsk, no wonder Huo Qi Chen could go so crazy.
Jian Mo was in so much pain that her consciousness gradually blurred. The last thing she remembered was grabbing Huo Qichen's arm, "Jian, Jian Zhou."
"Liang Qiu will handle it." His voice was cold.
Huo Qichen was very fast. He carried Jian Mo into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and immediately started the engine. Liang Qiu clung to the car window and asked, "Do we need to erase the surveillance footage?"
"No, he doesn't dare." He was sure he didn't dare to call the police.
Jian Mo was sent to a private hospital, and the doctors were shocked, "This, this..."
Huo Qichen didn't answer directly. His voice was neither too loud nor too low, and it was very intimidating. "I only have one request. Nothing can happen to her face!"
Jian Mo was lying on the bed, being pushed away by the doctor. Upon hearing the words, she tried hard to open her eyes, with some residual tears in them, sparkling.
She saw him covered in blood, his neck open. Even in this miserable state, he was still extremely sexy, and his eyes were fixed on hers, full of paranoia.
The wound was not deep and was bandaged quickly. The doctor did not find any other wounds on Jane Mo's body before pushing her out.
Huo Qi Chen washed himself briefly, then sat on the chair next to the bed, supporting his long legs with his elbows. It was unknown what he was thinking, and his profile was dark and unclear.
Jian Mo had been given anesthesia and was still unconscious. Her lips were pale, her face was wrapped in gauze, and she showed no signs of aggression.
He just looked at it for a long time. The phone rang in his pocket for a long time. Before the other party lost his patience, he got up and went to the balcony to answer it.
Jian Mo slept all night, and the anesthetic effect wore off the next morning. She struggled to open her eyes, and what she saw was Ju Ma's worried face.
"Madam, you are finally awake. I stewed some honey bird's nest, which is good for replenishing blood. Drink it while it's hot." Ju's mother was very happy to see her wake up, and came to her with the bowl.
Jian Mo shook her head, "Am I not in the hospital?" How could she be in Mingyuan?
"Mr. Huo brought you back early this morning."
Jian Mo wiped her face and felt the texture of gauze, "Where are they?"
"The master is in the study. There are guests at home."
Her mind was still not clear, so she got out of bed and ran to the mirror to look at herself. Half of her face was covered, which looked ugly. She remembered that the scar left by Master Li was quite long.
"Ma'am, don't worry. The doctor said the wound is not serious and will heal quickly without leaving a scar."
"But I have a scar-prone constitution." Jian Mo was discouraged. Any cut on her would result in a bruise, which would take at least ten days or half a month to heal, not to mention such a long wound on her face.
Besides, if she was disfigured, who would still like her?
Jian Mo slumped down, her back filled with despair. It was all Jian Zhou's fault. She had sacrificed all her money to save a scumbag like him! If she had known, she wouldn't have gone!
Thinking of Jian Zhou, Jian Mo shuddered. No, she still had to go find Huo Qi Chen.
"Hey, Madam!" Ju's mother watched her run out barefoot.
The study door was not closed tightly. Jian Mo was holding on to the wall and heard some noise coming from inside. It was Liang Qiu coming.
"Li Wanli was furious when he learned his brother's hand was crippled. He threatened that he would rather give Wan Jing to Zhou Liangqi than cooperate with the Huo family. There's a lot of public opinion in the industry right now."
Liang Qiu sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and spoke in a frivolous tone, as if he was just watching the fun.
"Achen, I'm telling you, you're really too impulsive. Li Qianjing has been involved in loan sharking for so many years, and the forces behind him are complex and intertwined. You've caused trouble with just one blow, especially at this juncture of the acquisition. The price you pay is quite high."
Huo Qichen held the phone in his hand, swiping it casually, his expression very dull and calm.
"If Li Wanli really had that much ability, his useless brother wouldn't let me beat him."
Liang Qiu pondered: "Why, is Jian Mo's face so valuable? It's worth you paying a Wan Jing."
"It's not worth much, and Wanjing will still be mine in the end. I just have to take some detours." Huo Qichen put down his phone, feeling confident, as if this matter had no effect on him at all.
Liang Qiu sighed, "Where's Jian Zhou?"
"I'll put him in your place and let him suffer a little, so that he can slowly pay back his debt. Tell Li Qianjing that this is my apology to him." The sneer on Huo Qichen's face was chilling. "After all, I was too harsh and I'm in the wrong."
There was no trace of remorse in his tone, but instead it made people feel that he didn't hit hard enough.
Jian Mo was listening intently. At this moment, Huo Qichen suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards the door. "Have you heard enough?"
She shuddered, held onto the door and fell in, falling into darkness.
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