Chapter 73 Revenge begins

  Soon, a Mercedes-Benz business drove over.

  In Ding Jiayi's anger and despair, Mr. Feng got on the Mercedes Benz and left with Jasmine's Maserati.

  Gao Xue turned her head and glared at me. She turned around to give some comfort, but Ding Jiayi opened her mouth and said, "Get in the car, we can afford it."

  Gao Xue was taken aback, opened her mouth, but finally turned into a sigh.

  "President Ding, we won't be in a hurry to talk about this for a while." I couldn't stand it anymore and interjected.

  She glanced at me, ignored it, and walked directly to the car.

  "Hey, do you want shares or projects?"

  I didn't look down on her so dead. Gao Xue had to rush along with her exhaustedly, so she yelled angrily.

  She turned her head and looked at me: "What do you mean?"

I walked over and said, "If you want to say you want shares, we can directly contact your father. If we want the project, we don't have to toss about it. It's completely unnecessary. Can't I see other people's methods?"

  "...As long as she doesn't sign the contract, I still have a chance." She was taken aback, without explaining, gritted her teeth, and said: "If you don't want to, you go back."

  "Fuck!" I cursed in a low voice, covering my face, quite tangled.

  Gao Xue stretched out his hand and tugged at my arm. I reluctantly got on the ground and drove to keep up with Feng's Mercedes-Benz.

  In less than twenty minutes, they arrived at a luxurious and low-key western restaurant. Their position was right by the window. We sat in the car and happened to be able to see their every move.

  After they sat down, Jasmine took the initiative to arrange orders, and during the following meals, she provoked topics frequently.

I don't know where she learned some jokes, and she actually fought Feng Zong and He Mei'er two women, and they trembled with laughter.

  The former working girl is now like a gold-collar who has been working in the workplace.

  When I saw it, my heart felt cold.

  "Withdraw, it's out of play today." I scratched my nose and said.

  Gao Xue looked at Ding Jiayi, waited a while, patted my shoulder, I glanced at the rearview mirror, and then started the vehicle.

  Go back to the rental house and go home separately.

  When they arrived at home, the two of Hanmo and Dazhuang were not there. They called but they didn't answer.

  After waiting at home for about ten minutes, they came back.

  "Why did you go?" I looked at them very seriously.

  "Isn't what I did exactly what you were thinking of?" Hanmo smiled and changed his shoes into the house.

  I was taken aback and frowned: "What is the result?"

  "It's okay, just two knives. It depends on his luck." Hanmo said lightly, and Da Zhuang called the lunatic.

  Hanmo also explained to him: "Nan Nan has this temper, revenge will never stay overnight. The same is true for me. You have to adapt in the future."

  My frowned brows suddenly relaxed. Since Hanmo said so, the result is certainly not serious, and education is the priority.

  "Go out for a bite?" I asked.

  "Come on, order takeaway, don't want to move."

  "Row."

  Then we called Haidilao and ate at home, and Da Zhuang also told me what they had just gone out to do. It was really thrilling.

  ...

  Half an hour ago, outside the gate of a hot pot restaurant.

  Lao Qi pulled his collar and stood on the steps, drunkenly talking to the phone.

  Across the road, the van stalled, and Hanmer was about to get off with his gun.

  He Dazhuang took a look, locked the car and wanted to get off, but was stopped by Hanmo: "Don't go, deal with him as a fool, and let the two of us go, isn't that embarrassing?"

  After speaking, he pulled out a mask and put it on, and went straight out.

  Hanmo hid the gun under the wind and quickly passed the road with a lot of traffic.

Old Qi was holding the phone, still talking, and didn't notice Hanmo's arrival. He didn't realize until Hanmo was about to approach him.

He slowly put down his hand holding the phone, closed his mouth, and frowned at the strange man wearing a mask.

  kindness? The familiar windbreaker made him stare, and he was about to speak, but he saw Hanmo's toes hit the ground, his body suddenly jumped up like a big Peng, and he slammed his gun down.

  "Puff!"

  The sound of breaking his body came in an instant, and the old Qi's sturdy body slowly fell, but Hanmo's neck was squeezed.

  He stared at his eyes, his face was full of disbelief in his endless crying.

  "Fuck you, are you awesome?"

  Hanmo hugged his neck with his left hand, and slowly turned his right hand, the old Qi's facial expression was distorted, ferocious, and his hands clung to his sore abdomen and wanted to speak.

  "Huh!" The gun made of steel pipe was pulled out, blood splashing.

  "Fuck, fuck your mother!"

  Old Qi's whole body was tight, his lips trembled and he wanted to let go of cruel words, but Hanmo's next shot was stuck in the same position again without any hesitation.

  "Wow!"

  In just three seconds, Hanmo's right hand holding the gun was stained with blood, and the hot blood began to flow out slowly along the steel pipe of the gun with a strong smell of blood.

  "Remember, speak more low-key in the future, fuck you, the social road is still long, how tall are you, half a meter can drown you?"

  Hanmo pulled off the mask, revealing his pale cheeks, and pulled it back quickly.

  "Puff!"

  As soon as he let go, Old Qi lay directly on the ground, but he did not dare to move, because the gun was not as cold as other weapons. It was stuck on the lower abdomen. The gun was like a reverse tube, and blood kept flowing out.

  "Han...Han Mo!" The old Qi's muscles twitched in pain, convulsed in a small area, opened his mouth and wanted to call his companions in the store, but couldn't exert any effort.

  "If you make trouble again, I will beat you up!"

  Hanmo cursed, turned around and left. Twenty seconds later, he got into the van and left.

  The whole process of his revenge took no more than two minutes. It was clean, without any muddles, and was decisive, and left when he was done.

  And half a minute after he left, the old Qi was discovered by the guests. At this time, the steps were already full of blood, and he was frighteningly coquettish.

  The people in the Internal Security Department who had received the news rushed out and rushed to the hospital with Lao Qi.

  On the way to the hospital, everyone was clamoring and questioning who did it, but the consciousness of Old Seven had become blurred and there was no way to answer.

  Ding Shaoxuan got the news when Old Qi entered the hospital, but instead of going to the hospital immediately, he waited until the next morning and took Shi Bing to the hospital to visit.

  At the door, Shi Bing gently placed the fruit basket on the chair outside the door, and whispered to Ding Shaoxuan, "Mr. Ding, you can go in."

  Ding Shaoxuan was taken aback, looked at Shi Bing suspiciously, and then gave a soft voice, as if he wanted to understand something, he entered the ward alone.

After he entered the ward, he took care of the two brothers of Old Qi and consciously withdrew.

  Inside the room, Ding Shaoxuan was standing on the bedside, looking at the hospital bed, with pale face and chapped lips, Lao Qi frowned subconsciously.

  "The boss...definitely went south." Old Qi struggled and said.

  "Can it be solved?" Ding Shaoxuan didn't ask about the process at all.

  "Yes!" Old Qi's pupils were shining with flames of revenge, and he gritted his teeth and nodded.

  "That's fine."

Ding Shaoxuan turned around sharply: "After finishing the business, I will go back to the company and go up two levels."

   "Thank you boss!" Old Qi thanked excitedly, but Ding Shaoxuan left the ward, going back and forth for at most one minute.

   After Ding Shaoxuan went out, he put his left hand on Shi Bing's shoulder and walked out together.

   After taking two steps, he tentatively said: "Old Shi, after you go back, can you let Lao Qi work with you?"

   Shi Bing's body trembled slightly, and his lips twitched back: "Boss, what you say is what you say."

   "Haha, are you emotional?"

   "no."

   Shi Bing's clenched fists suddenly loosened and stopped. He looked at Ding Shaoxuan and said, "Boss, should I resign?"

   "Haha... Old Stone, stop joking."

   Ding Shaoxuan laughed and put his arms around Shi Bing's shoulders again and smiled: "You are the veteran of Rongding. For many years, you have escorted Rongding. You have resigned. How can I explain to the old man?"