Chapter 129 Fu Linghe, let him go
Fu Linghe stood at the gate of the manor, his eyes as cold as a knife as he swept over the bodyguards at the door.
His figure appeared particularly tall and straight in the night, and his well-ironed suit made him look sharp and solemn.
Without hesitation, he walked straight towards the door.
"Stop him quickly!" Seeing this, the bodyguard at the door immediately stepped forward to stop him, with a vigilant tone in his voice.
Fu Linghe didn't say anything, just looked at them coldly, then his figure flashed, his movements were so fast that people could hardly see clearly.
He raised his hand and chopped the nearest bodyguard on the neck with precision. The man fell to the ground without even a groan.
Seeing this, another bodyguard immediately punched him.
Fu Linghe dodged sideways, grabbed the opponent's wrist and twisted it hard. With a "click", the bodyguard's arm was dislocated instantly. Before he could scream, Fu Linghe had already kneed him in the abdomen and knocked him to the ground.
The two remaining bodyguards looked at each other, a hint of fear flashed in their eyes, but they still rushed forward.
Fu Linghe's eyes turned cold, his figure flashed like a ghost, and his fists and feet were accompanied by sharp sounds of wind.
His movements were quick and decisive, and every strike was extremely accurate. In less than 2 minutes, all the bodyguards had fallen to the ground, groaning in pain.
Fu Linghe didn't stop. He stepped on the bodyguard who fell to the ground and walked straight into the manor.
His steps were steady and powerful, his leather shoes making crisp sounds on the marble floor, and every step brought an invisible sense of oppression.
The light in the manor shone on his profile, outlining his stern outline.
His suit was still impeccable, even his tie was not messy at all.
He walked towards the stairs step by step, and his footsteps echoed in the empty hall with a suffocating sense of oppression.
In the room upstairs, Zhou Yushen had already heard the noise. His brows were furrowed, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
"Fu Linghe...you're finally here." Zhou Yushen murmured in a low voice, with a hint of sarcasm and anger in his tone.
Fu Linghe ignored any sounds around him. His eyes were always fixed on the door on the second floor, and his steps couldn't help but speed up.
When he stepped onto the last step, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open. Zhou Yushen stood at the door, looking at him coldly.
"Fu Linghe, you really are haunting me." Zhou Yushen's voice contained a hint of sarcasm.
Since Yun Zheng no longer wanted him, he naturally had no scruples.
The worst that could happen is that he would die at Fu Linghe's hands, just as he wished.
Fu Linghe didn't respond, but just looked at him coldly, his voice low and cold, "Zhou Yushen, hand over Zheng Zheng."
Zhou Yushen sneered, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes, "Hand her over? Why? She was originally mine!"
Fu Linghe's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was filled with endless murderous intent, "Zhou Yushen, you are seeking death!"
Before he finished speaking, Fu Linghe had already moved.
His speed was astonishingly fast, and he rushed in front of Zhou Yushen almost instantly.
Before Zhou Yushen could react, Fu Linghe punched him hard in the abdomen.
Zhou Yushen groaned, staggered backward, bumped into the wall, and his face turned pale in an instant.
Fu Linghe didn't give him a chance to breathe. He raised his hand, grabbed his collar, and pressed him hard against the wall. His voice was cold and low, "Zhou Yushen, I'm saying this one last time. Hand over Zheng Zheng."
A trace of blood oozed from the corner of Zhou Yushen's mouth, but he laughed, his voice hoarse and crazy, "Fu Linghe, do you think you can trap her with that marriage certificate? The only person in Zhengzheng's heart is me!"
Fu Linghe's eyes turned slightly cold, but he ignored Zhou Yushen's provocation and said coldly, "So much nonsense!"
After saying that, he let go of his hand, and Zhou Yushen's body slid weakly to the ground.
Fu Linghe didn't even look at him again and walked straight into the room.
In the room, Yun Zheng was sitting on the bed with her hands tied behind her back. Her clothes were a little messy and her eyes were slightly red.
She was looking at her tied hands behind her with her head tilted to the side, struggling. When she turned around, she saw Fu Linghe's figure, and tears instantly burst out of her eyes.
"Fu Linghe..." Her voice trembled, filled with endless grievance and dependence.
Fu Linghe walked quickly to her side and quickly untied the restraints on her wrists. There was a hint of nervousness in his gentle voice, "Zhengzheng, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Yun Zheng held his hand tightly, tears streaming down her face.
"I'm sorry, Zhengzheng, I'm late." Fu Linghe gently held her in his arms, his voice low and gentle, "It's okay, I'm here, no one can hurt you."
His embrace was warm and solid, and Yun Zheng's heart finally settled down.
She snuggled tightly in his arms, reveling in the warmth of the moment.
Fu Linghe took off his suit jacket and gently put it on Yun Zheng. The jacket, which carried his body temperature, instantly wrapped Yun Zheng.
Fu Linghe didn't say much. He bent down, picked up Yun Zheng steadily and carried her horizontally, then strode out of the room.
As soon as he stepped out of the room, Fu Linghe saw Zhou Yushen being held tightly by the bodyguards he brought with him.
Zhou Yushen's hair was disheveled, with a trace of blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth. He looked extremely miserable but still stared at Fu Linghe with eyes full of resentment.
Fu Linghe's eyes instantly became like an ice cellar in the cold winter, cold to the bone, and the hand holding Yun Zheng tightened unconsciously.
He slowly approached Zhou Yushen, exuding a chilling murderous aura.
"Mr. Fu, how should we deal with him?" the bodyguard asked.
Fu Linghe narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhou Yushen who was restrained by the bodyguards, with a trace of undisguised murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Zhou Yushen dared to kidnap Yun Zheng without permission, so Fu Linghe naturally would not let him go so easily.
Before Fu Linghe could say anything, Yun Zheng in his arms spoke first, "Fu Linghe, let him go."
Fu Linghe couldn't help but tighten his grip on her arm, his body stiffened suddenly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
"Let him go." Fu Linghe said coldly to the bodyguard.
He didn't ask Yun Zheng why, and didn't even hesitate. He just let them release the person.
Although the bodyguards were a little surprised, they immediately let go of Zhou Yushen.
Fu Linghe looked up and met Zhou Yushen's secretly happy eyes.
Zhou Yushen staggered to his feet, with a hint of pride and sarcasm on his face. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, full of provocation.
Fu Linghe's face was gloomy, and the air pressure around him was so low that it was suffocating.
He tightened his grip on Yun Zheng slightly, but without looking at Zhou Yushen again, he just said coldly, "Get lost!"
Our Mr. Fu has never suffered such injustice before. If his wife hadn't spoken up, he would have killed Zhou Yushen long ago!
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