Chapter 332 I'm Not Done With You
He took a deep breath and softened his tone, "Tell me, did I touch you?"
He Sang glanced at the big flowered arm behind Duan Zhiguo.
Liang Jishen said nothing, his expression cold and murderous.
The man with the big flowery arms subconsciously wanted to escape.
Without any warning, he was kicked in the hip. While struggling, Liang Jishen was hit in the crotch. The man with the big flowered arm howled in pain and crawled on the ground.
Duan Zhiguo was embarrassed to teach his confidant a lesson in front of him, "Inspector Liang——"
"Kneel down." Duan Zhiguo didn't finish the second half of the sentence. Liang Jishen hooked the chin of the man with big tattoos on his shoe tip, and he stood up and knelt.
"Kneel until the police arrive. If you dare to slack off, I'll kick you in the groin."
The man with the big tattoo on his arm was shaking with pain, and his limbs were trembling.
Liang Jishen turned sideways, his eyes resting on He Sang's forehead, his tone becoming harsh again, "Did you get beaten?"
There was a drop of blood on her forehead, which had already dried up. It looked like a small cinnabar mole at her hairline, and was barely covered by her thick hair. It was not clear unless you looked closely.
When the card room was lowered, the hanging table lamp broke, and the broken glass accidentally scratched her forehead, spurting out blood.
The maid has disinfected it, so it's no longer a problem.
Liang Jishen picked up the champagne bottle from the corner of the table, walked over to Duan Zhiguo, and held the bottle. "In forty minutes, Zhao Kai from the Municipal Bureau will lead a team to confiscate the guns and arrest the kidnappers." The bottom of the bottle jabbed Duan Zhiguo's forehead repeatedly, making a solid circle. "Not a single man can be missing. Even one less."
He slammed the card table with his backhand, picked up one of the shards, and pointed the sharp corner at Duan Zhiguo's forehead. It was also at the hairline, but the edge was too sharp. He didn't use much force, but it still broke his skin. "The day you return to Thailand, you'll see me waiting for you when you leave the airport."
Duan Zhiguo's hands clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound.
My eyelids twitched too.
He didn't have a seizure.
If Liang Jishen was so arrogant in his territory in Southeast Asia, he would not be a pushover.
Liang Jishen approached Liang Chihui's seat step by step, looking down at him from above.
"Life is quite exciting with her around you."
Liang Chihui knew he was being sarcastic, so he put down his pen and said nothing.
"Give me."
"Give what?" Liang Chihui's voice was hoarse.
"What did you sign?"
"It's none of your business."
Liang Jishen snatched it away, but Duan Zhiguo intercepted it in mid-air and tore it completely, leaving only paper scraps on the ground.
The transfer contract signed in this atmosphere, called "ransom", was physical evidence of kidnapping and extortion. If it fell into Liang Jishen's hands, it would be troublesome.
"The Second Young Master's wife lost money...only a few hundred thousand." Duan Zhiguo wiped the blood from his forehead. "But since Prosecutor Liang has intervened, how can I ask for it back? As for your second sister-in-law, the debt has been written off."
Liang Jishen looked around and said, "Including the people in the courtyard, there are eighteen bodyguards in total. You, the housekeeper, and your wife, we can't be without any one of them."
He Sang went up the stairs and left the house, then got into the car. Liang Jishen stood outside the driver's door and kicked it. With a "bang", the car bounced, making He Sang's buttocks numb.
"Get down." He turned his back to the car and lowered his head to light a cigarette.
Liang Chihui fastened his cufflinks and pushed the door open.
The wind was strong in the suburbs, whistling and blowing, and the flames flickered. Liang Jishen lost his patience, turned around, bent down, and got into the car to burn the cigarette butt away from the wind.
It was dusk outside the car, and a burning red light was lit inside, making his features look deep and strong.
The smoke overflowed, he raised his eyes, his gaze fixed on her face. She was against the light, dark and hazy. He moved away in an instant and exited the car.
"Why didn't you call to let me know?"
Liang Chihui leaned against the trunk and said, "I can get her out safely without you."
"Don't need me? What's the use?" Liang Ji took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled. "Hand-to-hand combat? Liang Chihui, you think too highly of yourself. Duan Zhiguo's bodyguard was a mercenary in Mexico for eight months. Can you beat one or ten? I once captured Old A at the border and fought against a group of mercenaries who were protecting him."
He pulled the hem of his shirt from the edge of his trousers, lifting it an inch. "That knife missed her spleen by 0.3 centimeters. I couldn't even hold them down in a group fight, how could you? You couldn't even beat me when I was sick. You're going to take down ten mercenaries to save her? Do you think you'll make it out alive?"
Liang Chihui took out a cigarette box, put one in his mouth, and said nothing.
The next second, the cigarette fell to the ground.
The back of his hand turned scarlet.
Burning pain.
Liang Jishen retracted his fist, his pupils blazing with flames. "I'm not interested in your mother and son's mess in Southeast Asia. Die on your own and don't drag her down."
He was so strong that Liang Chihui took a long time to regain consciousness. Without saying a word, he moved his right hand.
"Today I dealt with Duan Zhiguo, and tomorrow you'll have a new enemy. You'll fight to the death, but it doesn't matter. Stay away from the fight. If you touch her again, I won't let you go. How many enemies do you have in Southeast Asia? How many enemies does your mother have? No one has the power to prohibit them from entering normally. If I withdraw, you know what will happen to the Second House."
Liang Chihui stared at the rusty iron fence and dusted off his cigarette ashes.
"He Sang is your amulet, right?" Liang Jishen grabbed his tie. He came hurriedly from Liang Group without changing his clothes or untying his tie. He still looked respectable and noble in the company.
It was just a mess in the house, and it became wrinkled, a bit decadent, and a bit unruly.
"Liang Chihui, you can't afford this amulet."
Liang Chihui looked at him with a serious expression. After a long while, he brushed his hand away and said, "I never thought about it that way. Otherwise, I would die miserably."
Liang Jishen stood there for a moment, then leaned over and said, "At nine o'clock on Wednesday morning, go to the Municipal Bureau to pick up your car and cooperate with Zhao Kai in taking a statement."
He Sang agreed.
He put out his cigarette and started the car.
When the Hongqi and Bentley passed each other, Liang Jishen lifted the rearview mirror and glanced at her.
Outside the car window, the sunset on the mountain road of Taigongguan was dim, and the faint night was shrouded. The air seemed to be floating with dew, and everything in the sight was wet, dark green and old.
Liang Chihui sat motionless in the driver's seat, his thin lips tightly pursed.
He tried hard to suppress something, but he had no way to vent it. It was stuck in his heart, like a huge rock blocking his way, crushing him and making him feel bloated.
"Are you hurt?"
He didn't respond.
He Sang discovered a purple patch on the back of his hand, with blood vessels bulging out.
"Let me drive." She walked around to the driver's door and opened it. "You go to the back seat and rest."
Liang Chihui curled up his right hand, covering his eyebrows and drooping eyelids.
He curled up, then stretched out, then curled up again, and finally got off the car.
He Sang fastened his seat belt and asked, "Is there an ice pack in the car refrigerator?"
"Not cold."
"Is the refrigerator cold?"
Liang Chihui looked at her, like a bottomless abyss, gathering storms, thunderstorms, whirlpools, erupting silently and stopping silently.
"yes."
"Open it."
He obeyed and pressed the button.
He Sang ordered, "Put your hand in."
Liang Chihui laughed, "How can the wound be cooled so much?"
"It's better than being swollen like a bun."
There was a 40-degree slope on the downhill road. He Sang slowly slowed down and slid down the slope, which was more than 200 meters long, for half a minute.
"The car broke down?" He leaned forward.
“There’s a slope.”
Liang Chihui was silent.
After sliding to the bottom of the slope, she stepped on the accelerator. The ginkgo trees on both sides were mottled and scattered, casting dense shade.
"You're cheating, aren't you?"
Liang Chihui had been resting with his eyes closed, but when he opened them, he asked, "Do you know how to cheat?"
"Zeng Mingwei is a frequent visitor to casinos in Manila, Philippines, and also to Las Vegas. He said many Colombian and Mexican casino owners have armed backgrounds, and even if they lose money, they won't let the casino close for fear of retaliation." He Sang glanced at the back seat. "Where are you playing?"
"I don't play."
"Then how did you develop your cheating skills?"
"Yunhai Tower."
He Sang thought that Liang Chihui would go abroad, including Liang Yanzhang, under the pretext of entertainment, but in fact to launder money.
Foreign casinos are legal and compliant entertainment venues. Money laundering abroad can be done without leaving any traces. In addition, the casinos’ remittance accounts are not fixed, and there are dark forces behind the scenes, which cannot be traced and frozen domestically.
There are basically no secrets in the upper class circles of Hebei Province. If a boss has some fun or schedules a date with an internet celebrity or model, the news will definitely spread.
Liang Chihui said that he did not go abroad to play, and it is very likely that he really did not go.
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