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Chapter 314 I’m going to marry her!
Chen Zhuo took a closer look and was also stunned.
"Wenjie?!" he blurted out.
Although he had not yet figured out the visitor's purpose, Chen Zhuo felt a chill in his heart the moment he saw the other person's face clearly.
About a few years ago, Chen Zhuo had just been released from prison and went to work at a transportation company in Jinghai.
At the time, Wenjie was the head of another transportation company. To suppress their competitors, they resorted to violence to steal a lot of work from Chen Zhuo's company. One day, the head of the company, fed up with it, stopped Wenjie's car to negotiate with him. However, Wenjie refused to listen and called in several strong men to fight him.
At the time, Chen Zhuo was still a nobody, and the team, in order to save their boss, gathered their men and pulled him over. When they arrived at the scene, amidst the chaos and curses, Chen Zhuo, without a word, dodged in front of Wenjie's car and dragged him out.
In front of everyone's gaze, he pinned Wenjie to the ground and beat him until Wenjie cried and shouted for him to stop.
Chen Zhuo became famous because of this battle, and people in the circle called him Brother Zhuo.
Without ceasing his thoughts, Wenjie raised his hand and punched Chen Zhuo twice more.
Chen Zhuo spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Chen Zhuo!"
Fan Xiaolin was horrified.
Wenjie grabbed Chen Zhuo's collar, his eyes like a hungry wolf, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time!!!"
Being beaten by him was secondary. The main thing was that he was beaten so badly by a kid in his early twenties in front of so many of his men. He lost face and had no face to stay in Jinghai.
Chen Zhuo spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, turned to look at Wen Jie, and said in a hoarse but calm voice, "If you let my friend go, I can let you beat me to death."
The atmosphere was tense and tense.
At the same time, on the winding mountain road on the outskirts of the city.
It started raining outside the car window, and the sound of leaves being blown by the wind could be heard on both sides of the road.
"Master, please hurry up." Wen Zhixia pointed at the vaguely visible Chinese-style building ahead, "Stop right at the gate."
Before the car arrived, the gate of the villa had slowly opened.
Song Ailing held an umbrella in her hand, folded her arms, and waited in the rain.
As soon as the car stopped, she hurried over and took Wen Zhixia out from the back seat.
Seeing that she was completely safe and sound, Song Ailing breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's go home and talk."
Fu Ruoshi went to Hong Kong these two days, and Fu Keming was not there either, so the villa was very quiet.
The Rolls-Royce picked up the two people and stopped in front of a small building surrounded by bamboos in the back mountain.
After Wen Zhixia entered the hall, she quickly explained to Song Ailing what she had done in the afternoon to verify Kuang Asi's appearance.
"So you think Zhao Zhengrong noticed it and sent people to stop you?" Song Ailing asked after listening.
Wen Zhixia nodded. "I don't have any evidence either, but it's obvious that those men wanted to arrest me. We just finished investigating the victim's family two days ago. I went to Shenhong in the afternoon, and I was targeted in the evening. Who else could have locked onto our pursuit in such a short time?"
After listening to this, Song Ailing thought for a moment.
In the morning, she sent all the information she had collected about the new coal mine disaster and the evidence of Zhao's involvement in organized crime to Fu Keming.
Fu Keming told her that he would be back the day after tomorrow and that some of the materials would be submitted today, which would prevent Zhao Zhengrong from leaving customs and returning to the United States.
But even if he handed it over, Zhao Zhengrong would not be able to respond so quickly.
"It could also be someone inside Xinmei," Song Ailing analyzed. "If, according to what you've found, the victims of the mining accident are all being monitored by the group, then perhaps a nearby neighbor leaked your whereabouts."
Wen Zhixia nodded. "I've thought about that, but right now, my priority is my friends. Xiaolin and Chen Zhuo have both lost contact. If I don't find a safe place to stay, I might lose contact tonight too. That's why I came to you. Do you have any way to find out about my friends' whereabouts?"
"If Zhao wants to deal with you, then Jincheng will be a dragnet for you. The safest place is here." Song Ailing nodded and said, "I'll call the leaders of the Coal Mine Bureau to see if the New Coal Group has kidnapped your friend."
After saying that, she stood up, went into a small room at the side door and closed the door.
At this moment.
The violence continues on the abandoned road at the junction of Jin and Jing.
Wenjie didn't know how long he had been beating Chen Zhuo, and he was so tired that he was sweating profusely.
He has been indulging in excessive sexual activities for many years and his body is very weak.
The person he beat didn't even scream. He himself collapsed on the ground due to exhaustion, gasping for breath.
Chen Zhuo's vision was blurry and the ground at his feet was covered in blood.
But he showed no fear at all. When he saw Wenjie stop, he asked again, "Can you let her go?"
Fan Xiaolin felt heartbroken as she looked at the man who was being humiliated by her, but she did not beg for mercy.
"Brother, what exactly do you want?" She calmed down. "Which family are you from? How are you going to deal with us? Can you give me a definite answer?"
Hearing this, Brother Wen looked back at her, suddenly smiled slyly, got up and walked over.
Seeing that obscene look, Chen Zhuo felt cold all over.
He touched his handcuffed hand, gently turned his wrist, and his eyes drifted to the baton on the driver's seat inside the car...
"You're so beautiful, with such long legs and such a fierce personality. The men over there like your type the most." Wen Jie squatted down and touched Fan Xiaolin's face. "Do you want to be a dealer? I have a friend who does it in Southeast Asia and makes a million a year!"
Oh my god! Is this guy going to sell me to northern Myanmar?
"No, not really." Fan Xiaolin pretended to obey. "Brother, I'm not good at sales. I have a bad temper and no one likes me."
Wenjie turned around and looked at Chen Zhuo provocatively.
"I like!"
He showed an even more obscene expression.
After saying that, he reached out and touched Fan Xiaolin's leg.
Fan Xiaolin got goosebumps all over her body.
She almost raised her foot to kick, but suddenly heard Chen Zhuo yell:
"Wenjie! Don't touch her! I'm getting married to her! If you touch even a hair on her head, I'll kill your whole family!"
marry?
This confession came so suddenly that Fan Xiaolin's breathing stopped.
She had never seen Chen Zhuo so excited.
But she still couldn't help sobbing.
However, when Wenjie heard these words, his expression became even more excited and abnormal.
What he likes to do most is to separate star-crossed couples!!!
"Wenjie!" Chen Zhuo's voice cracked. "If you're a man, come at me! Don't touch her! Wenjie!"
After saying that, he struggled violently against the handcuffs several times, slamming the car door, looking helpless.
"I won't come!" Wen Jie looked at Chen Zhuo who was roaring helplessly and pulled off Fan Xiaolin's coat as if to protest. "Chen Zhuo! Watch this! Your woman! I'll use her for you first!!!"
The moment he kissed her, Fan Xiaolin saw his mouth full of black teeth and almost vomited.
At this time, Wenjie had his back to Chen Zhuo, and Fan Xiaolin's sight was facing the direction of the car where Chen Zhuo was handcuffed.
Just when she was about to fight to the death and was about to hit Wenjie with her head, she saw out of the corner of her eye that Chen Zhuo's bloody right hand was slowly slipping out of the handcuffs.
The thugs nearby were all focused on Wenjie, and no one paid any attention to Chen Zhuo.
With this in mind, Fan Xiaolin found the right moment and bit Wenjie's ear!
Puff!
Blood splattered everywhere.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Wenjie covered his ears and screamed, and was about to pull out the gun from his waist!
The next second, there was a bang!
A blow came down with a club.
Wenjie didn't even have time to scream in pain. Blood oozed from his head and he fell to the ground with his head tilted.
After he fell, Chen Zhuo's face appeared under the streetlight, the baton in his hand still dripping with blood...