The latest chapter of the fastest update of Master, Your Wife is Dead Again!

Han Jingmo bent his right knee and raised it up, hitting the drunkard's abdomen hard. With a wow sound, the drunkard vomited several mouthfuls of blood mixed with yellow vomit.

The air was suddenly filled with an indescribable smell.

Han Jingmo frowned in disgust and threw him to the ground.

The drunkard held his stomach and rolled over several times, lying on the ground and unable to get up.

Han Jingmo only used one hand from beginning to end. He slowly turned around and looked at the other person.

The remaining drunk seemed to be stunned, staring at him in amazement, his legs shaking left and right, his teeth trembling up and down, and he raised his finger to point at him: "You, you, you..."

His voice trembled, and he said "you" several times without saying the rest of the words.

Lu Wanwan couldn't help but applaud again, beautiful Han, I'm crazy for you!

Han Jingmo grabbed the man's fingers and twisted them upwards fiercely. There was a sound of a crack, and it was the crisp sound of bone breaking.

"Ah--!!" The man's miserable howl resounded in the night sky.

Han Jingmo let go of his hand, and instead grabbed the man's collar, and punched him hard on the chin from bottom to top.

The drunk spit out a mouthful of blood, his jaw was directly dislocated, he was sobbing and unable to speak, staring at the man in front of him in horror with wide eyes.

However, Han Jingmo was thinking that if he had a knife, he would definitely make this man speechless.

The drunk wanted to fight back, but Han Jingmo sneered, and without allowing him to resist, he tied his hands behind his back, held his shoulders, and hit him on the back with his elbow. With a thud, the drunk fell to his knees, grumbling, and blood mixed with saliva flowed out.

Han Jingmo let go of his hands in disgust, raised his long legs, and kicked the drunk in the chest with a force as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The drunk had no way to dodge and could only take the kick. He vomited several mouthfuls of blood with a wow sound. His throat seemed to be burned, and the coughing sound could no longer be suppressed, one after another, as if he was going to cough out his heart and lungs.

The blurred vision was full of blood, and the air also turned bloody red. The man in front of him was like a Shura from hell, holding his life and death in his hands.

Lu Wanwan was terrified as she watched from the side. This kick conservatively estimated that two ribs were broken... How many fights did she have as a child to get to this point?

Then, she seemed to smell the smell of excrement. She looked around and finally fixed her eyes on the drunkard...

Damn, he was scared to pee!

Han Jingmo frowned obviously, with disgust on his face. He raised his foot and wanted to continue kicking.

Lu Wanwan quickly ran over and suggested: "It's not a good idea to beat him to death." In fact, what she wanted to say was that if you over-defend yourself, you must be responsible.

Han Jingmo turned his head to look at her. The gloomy and violent aura in his eyes slowly dissipated and spread to the boundless darkness, like an abyss that could not be gazed into.

He was the abyss.

Lu Wanwan's breathing stagnated and she stared at him blankly.

She suddenly wanted to know what the abyss hidden by the mist looked like.

While she was in a daze, Han Jingmo took out his cell phone and dialed a number. He simply gave the address and hung up. He turned around and saw Lu Wanwan still looking at her. He frowned slightly: "Are you scared?"

Lu Wanwan came back to her senses and immediately shook her head: "I have also watched Naruto. The fighting in Naruto is much more powerful than this."

Han Jingmo laughed softly: "That's fine."

"What should we do with these two people?" Lu Wanwan suddenly clapped his hands: "By the way, there are two more over there!"

Han Jingmo frowned and regretted leaving her alone for the second time.

"Uh... not two, I solved one." Lu Wanwan corrected, if nothing unexpected happened, that person still can't get up now.

Han Jingmo raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You? Solved one?"

"What's your tone? Don't you believe me?" Lu Wanwan's eyes widened, very unconvinced.

Han Jingmo looked her up and down with a heavy gaze: "Believe me, you said you practiced Taekwondo."

"..." Let this beautiful misunderstanding continue.

Lu Wanwan couldn't help but applaud again: "Beauty Han, you are so awesome! I'm going to call you like crazy!"

Han Jingmo only reacted at this time, frowning: "What did you call me?"

Lu Wanwan's eyes flickered, and she said in a low voice with a mask on: "Isn't it because I'm afraid of exposing your identity? Once your name is called, everyone will know it's you. Then you will definitely be on the hot search tomorrow because of the fight, which will have a bad impact on public figures."

At this point, Lu Wanwan believed it herself, and looked at him righteously, nothing wrong, that's it.

Han Jingmo's face turned blue: "Don't call me that."

Lu Wanwan said oh, but she was retorting in her heart that this title was obviously very worthy of the name.

Thinking of some of her "special hobbies", Han Jingmo took out his mobile phone and called her.

The phone rang. Lu Wanwan saw it was him and asked in confusion, "Why are you calling?"

Han Jingmo stared at the nickname she gave him and sneered.

Lu Wanwan: "..." Oops!

He hung up the phone immediately, turned the phone screen black, and cleverly changed the subject: "Should we go back now, or find the police?"

"Change the nickname." Han Jingmo said gloomily.

Lu Wanwan shook her head: "It's my phone and I have the final say. I can put whatever I want on the nickname."

Han Jingmo raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and gestured next to her cheek.

Lu Wanwan: "..." Threat! Naked threat!

But she was just scared, and asked attentively: "What do you want to change it to?"

"It can be anything other than those three words."

Lu Wanwan sighed, and with great regret changed the three words "Han Meiren" to "Han Piaoliang".

Han Jingmo: "..." He is still here, he is not blind.

Han Jingmo took a deep breath: "I'll give you another chance."

Lu Wanwan raised her eyes to look at him, and sadly changed the three words "Han Piaoliang" to "Han Youwu".

Han Jingmo: "..." Not only is he not blind, he is not dead!

Han Jingmo narrowed his eyes slightly: "The last chance."

Lu Wanwan glared at him and changed his name to Han Da Ye with hatred.

Han Jingmo's forehead twitched. Grandpa is fine, it's better than a beauty.

They had just changed their names when two police cars came not far away.

Lu Wanwan was slightly surprised: "Did you call?"

Han Jingmo hummed.

After the police car came, several policemen got out of the car. One of them seemed to be the captain and trotted over. He greeted Han Jingmo respectfully, even a little servile, and smiled at Lu Wanwan in

a fawning way. Lu Wanwan was shocked in his heart. He was taking advantage of Han Da Ye again.

Your Grandpa is worthy of being your Grandpa.

The captain guessed the situation was a bit intense based on the bloodstains on the ground, and immediately said with concern: "Master Han, are you okay? These blind guys are not worth your effort, just call us and ask us to come over. I promise we will be there within five minutes."