Chapter 429 Rage
The huge impact caused Wang Yuanling to crash heavily into the bookcase behind him, and the glass door made a harsh vibration.
The feeling of suffocation instantly gripped her, golden stars exploded in front of her eyes, and the severe pain of her throat being squeezed made it almost impossible for her to think.
She instinctively used her hands to pry Zhou Zhenghai's wrists apart, her nails digging deep into his tense flesh, but his hands were like red-hot iron hoops, motionless.
"Ugh..." The pain of lack of oxygen made her groan brokenly, and her cheeks quickly turned red and congested.
Zhou Zhenghai's eyes were bloodshot, his facial muscles were twisted, and he was breathing heavily. He was completely consumed by rage and wanted nothing more than to completely destroy the woman in front of him, whom he regarded as a thorn in his side.
"Who do you think you are...and how dare you sit here...and confront me?!" He roared, increasing the strength in his hands.
Just as Wang Yuanling's vision began to blur and his consciousness was on the verge of becoming unconscious.
"Bang!"
The office door was slammed open!
The loud noise was like thunder, which barely brought her scattered mind back to clarity.
She struggled to lift her heavy eyelids.
In the blurred vision, the figure that broke in exuded a terrifying aura of hostility, and his face was as gloomy as if it was tempered by ice... It was Gu Zhou!
The next moment.
Zhou Zhenghai in front of her was thrown out by an even more violent force, hitting the low table next to him like a piece of rag, making a muffled sound.
The clamp suddenly disappeared!
Wang Yuanling's whole body went limp, all his strength was instantly drained away, and he staggered backward uncontrollably.
"Boss Ling!" An Zhu, who ran in, quickly supported her and helped her sit down on the sofa.
Fresh air suddenly rushed into the burning lungs, causing a heart-wrenching cough.
What was even more heart-wrenching than her painful cough was Zhou Zhenghai's shrill howl of pain.
She coughed violently, tears welling up naturally, and she turned her head with difficulty through her blurry eyes.
The scene before her made her hold her breath for a moment.
Gu Zhou said nothing.
He didn't even look at Wang Yuanling who was slumped on the sofa.
All the attention, all the rage, all the hostility turned into tangible murderous intent, and punch after punch fell on Zhou Zhenghai as fiercely as a hammer hitting a sandbag.
Zhou Zhenghai was beaten so badly that he could only utter half a scream.
His face was covered in horrible blood stains.
Gu Zhou's movements did not pause at all, like a programmed killing machine.
At the moment when Zhou Zhenghai's body lost balance and fell back due to the heavy blow, Gu Zhou's left hand had already stretched out fiercely, grabbed his lapel like an iron clamp, and pulled his body back as it was about to fall!
What followed was a series of heavy blows like a violent storm.
Right fist.
Left fist.
A vicious elbow strike.
A heavy knee strike.
Zhou Zhenghai was beaten so badly that he couldn't make a sound. It was a horrible sight.
Gu Zhou said nothing, only heavy, suppressed breathing came out from his clenched teeth.
The bulging veins on his forehead and the extremely tense jawline were the only emotions he showed at the moment.
Zhou Zhenghai is no longer speaking.
Covered in blood.
He realized that he could not let Gu Zhou continue beating him.
Wang Yuanling struggled to speak, her brows furrowed. She pulled An Zhu and struggled to squeeze out the words from her dry and burning throat: "Go... pull... him away."
"Oh, oh, okay!" An Zhu, dumbfounded, rushed forward and hurriedly tried to hug Gu Zhou's arm from the side with all his strength: "Mr. Gu, Mr. Gu! Stop fighting! If you continue fighting, someone will die!"
Gu Zhou's fist hung in the air, his muscles tensed and trembling due to the huge force.
He was pulled slightly sideways by An Zhu, and the fist covered with blood and white knuckles finally stopped falling again.
He slowly stood up, his chest rising and falling dramatically with his intense breathing, and the edges of his expensive suit trembled slightly with his suppressed breathing.
A strong smell of blood filled the air.
Until this moment, his eyes, as dark as the deep sea before a storm, finally fell on Wang Yuanling's face.
That look was so complicated that it made people's heart frightened.
The violence has not completely faded, and what is surging deeper is the fear and an indescribable pain.
It was as if he was the one who had been strangled and was on the verge of suffocation.
His eyes were fixed on the glaring red mark on her neck - the bruise that proved she had just been subjected to violence and the bandage that had been pulled aside.
It made him want to kill someone.
Wang Yuanling felt nervous when he looked at her, and the weight in his gaze almost made her breathless.
Gu Zhou struggled to break free from An Zhu, who was holding him, and ordered in a deep voice, "Zhou Zhenghai deliberately harmed President Ling. Hand him over to Party J for handling. Notify the legal department and initiate all accountability procedures."
An Zhu: "I understand!" He quickly called the security guard downstairs and asked them to send someone up to help carry Zhou Zhenghai.
After giving the instructions, Gu Zhou finally moved.
He walked towards her steadily step by step.
When I turned my eyes, I saw a photo on the coffee table that was obviously taken from a candid angle.
He stopped suddenly and looked at Wang Yuanling with a complicated expression.
Wang Yuanling supported himself on the armrests with both hands and slowly stood up.
She silently took the tissue, lowered her eyes to look at his blood-stained fist, reached out, gently grabbed his wrist, lifted it up, and carefully wiped away the shocking blood with the tissue.
The snow-white tissue was gradually stained with blood.
When there is no white space on the entire paper.
He turned his hand and grasped her slender wrist tightly in his blood-stained palm.
The force was so great that there was no room for escape.
Wang Yuanling's wiping action came to an abrupt halt.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a number of employees gathered at the door, startled and with different looks in their eyes.
She instinctively wanted to pull her hand back and maintain her usual distance.
But after a slight pull, Gu Zhou gripped her tighter, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he wanted to dig her wrist bones into his own flesh and blood.
The security captain led the security guards and ran over in a hurry.
A group of people hurriedly carried Zhou Zhenghai, who could no longer stand up, out.
An Zhu turned around, his eyes complex as he scanned the two hands that were still tightly entangled together... One was slender and white, with red marks from the struggle; the other had distinct joints, stained with someone else's blood, but was held with an unusual firmness.
He cleverly closed the door and then dispersed the crowd: "Stop looking! Stop looking! Get to work!"
Inside the door.
The air seemed to freeze.
The smell of blood, the strong sense of oppression from Gu Zhou, and the lingering hostility mixed together and weighed heavily on Wang Yuanling's chest.
The force coming from her wrist was too clear to be ignored, and the scorching heat from her palm penetrated her skin, burning her nerves.
She could even feel the faint beating of his pulse beneath his fingertips, strangely resonating with her own rapid heartbeat in the dead silence.
Gu Zhou stared at her without blinking, his voice hoarse: "What's going on with these photos?"
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