After the divorce, the ex-wife became a creditor

Now that the other party is seeking revenge, he should have thought of it and guessed it.

What's even more troublesome is that his hands are handcuffed to the car door, and he can't avoid the McLaren that may catch fire at any time!

The female traffic policeman seemed to be really ready to die. She had no intention of avoiding the two motorcycles as they rushed over.

The two motorcycles were getting closer and closer, Han Qian whispered.

"Look at the lighters in their hands, you take the green helmet, and I'll do it..."

Before he could finish his words, two figures rushed out from the left and right of McLaren and pounced directly on the two riders.

Guan Junbiao and Xiaohai!

They were both in a nightclub.

Two bangs.

The motorcycle fell to the ground and rowed towards Han Qian. Han Qian reached out and grabbed the female traffic policeman's back collar and threw it directly. He held the car door with one hand and the roof of the car with the other hand and raised his legs. Before he could think about it, Han Qian spoke. roar.

"They are the two criminals responsible for the Mid-Autumn Festival Massacre, don't let them get away!"

Han Qian stood on the motorcycle, Tu Xiao had already rushed over, Han Qian growled.

"Boss Tu! Give me your phone!"

When things got like this, Han Qian would not hold the female traffic police accountable just because of her words. If Guan Junbiao and Xiaohai hadn't arrived in time, he might have been burned to death here.

Call Li Jinhai again!

"Second uncle! I was almost killed in District 8!"

"Where's Tu Xiao's old dog? I'll go there now."

This may be the fastest police dispatch from the city bureau. Within three minutes of hanging up the phone, the police officers patrolling the Eighth District had already appeared in front of Han Qian. They held the key to handcuffs and wanted to unlock Han Qian, but Han Qian would take action as long as he got close, and there was nothing they could do for a while.

Han Qian was sitting on the motorcycle at his feet, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth. The female traffic policeman had been taken to the roadside to clean the wound on her arm. It seemed that she was still important.

ten minutes!

Li Jinhai got out of the car with a pistol in his hand and strode towards Han Qian.

"Xiao Qian, how are you? I have asked people to assist Guan Junbiao in chasing people. I will never let them run away today. Why are you wearing handcuffs?"

Han Qian raised his head and looked at Li Jinhai, then turned to look at the female traffic policeman sitting on the roadside and said in a low voice.

"Ask her! Second uncle, I suspect that she was bribed and deliberately delayed the time to leave me in District 8 to wait for the two prisoners to kill me! If she is not dealt with today, even if the King of Heaven comes, I won't be able to give her these handcuffs. I'll open it! I'll fight this bitch to the death!"

Li Jinhai turned his head and looked at the traffic policeman sitting on the roadside. He was stunned, frowning and wondering.

"Niu Xiaohua? You mean the handcuffs she put on you? Xiaoqian, this may be a misunderstanding."

While talking, Tu Xiao came over and said coldly.

"Li Jinhai, this is really not a misunderstanding. I watched the surveillance. It was after the two killers appeared that this woman handcuffed Han Qian to the car door. In addition, she deliberately prevented Han Qian from getting out of the car. Now this car It’s all filled with gasoline inside and out, look at the palm of Han Qian’s left hand.”

Li Jinhai stepped forward and grabbed Han Qian's wrist. He looked at the palm of his hand that had been burnt to black. He then looked at the car covered with soaked quilts and the fire extinguishers in everyone's hands. He knew that Han Qian would not give up. .

In desperation, Li Jinhai whispered.

"Xiao Qian, you go to the hospital first. My second uncle will give you a satisfactory explanation for this matter."

Han Qian shook his head.

"Second uncle, you did nothing wrong in this matter, and don't explain it to me. I'm going to call my two mothers now!"

After he finished speaking, Han Qian took out his mobile phone and dialed the number. Li Jinhai stepped forward to stop him, but Tu Xiao stretched out his hand to stop him and said coldly.

"It really has nothing to do with you. Whoever's fault is whose fault it is."

The mother-in-law quickly answered the phone, and the sound of mahjong playing came from the other side of the phone. Han Qian lowered his head and choked.

"Mom! I was in District 8 and I was almost killed."

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound on the phone, and Li Jinhe growled.

"Waiting for mom in District 8, aren't you finished with a bunch of little brats?"

After hanging up the phone, Han Qian called Qian Ling.

This time Han Qian really cried.

"Auntie! I'm in District 8! You make the decision for me, I almost died here."

"wait for me!"

In this city, the people Han Qian trusted the most were the two women who regarded him as their own sons. Looking down at McLaren, who had been knocked into a deep hole, Han Qian slowly squatted down and was handcuffed. His right hand is extremely conspicuous.

At this time, someone also called Niu Guodong.

Her daughter got into trouble!

A Mercedes-Benz 600 and a GT-R arrived in District 8 successively. Qian Ling was just about to get out of the car when an electric car rushed into the crowd. Before the car could stabilize, Li Jinhe got out of the car, regardless of whether the electric car would hit him or not. When he arrived, he quickly ran towards Han Qian. Looking at Han Qian who was squatting on the ground and handcuffed, Li Jinhe's anger had already rushed to his head. He waved his hand and slapped Li Jinhai twice in the face!

"You handcuffed my son to the car? Li Jinhai, our two families are broken up! We will never have contact with each other for the rest of our lives! My son, mom is here, don't cry anymore!"

Li Jinhe squatted beside Han Qian and hugged Han Qian in his arms. At this time, Qian Ling also rushed over with her bodyguards. She saw the burn on Han Qian's palm at a glance, stepped forward and held Han Qian's hand, and said angrily .

"What's going on! What's going on! Isn't it over? Over and over again."

After finishing his words, Li Jinhe turned to look at Tu Xiao. Her eyes were full of murderous intent and she gritted her teeth and said coldly.

"If you can't protect me from District 8, get out of District 8!"

What can Tu Xiao do? Did it really happen on his territory? Qian Ling's bodyguard took out the medical kit in the car. Uncle Zhong took tweezers to treat Han Qian's wounds. Qian Ling stood up and scanned everyone.

"I don't care who handcuffed my Han Qian! No one here can leave today. Ah Da and Ah Er, you two keep an eye on the female traffic policeman. Ah San, go to the nearby KTV and get me the surveillance camera. Come out, if you dare to refuse to give or if the surveillance system is broken, they won’t have to do business in Binhai City!”

Li Jinhai and Tu Xiao didn't say a word. Some people wanted to be peacemakers. They knew Niu Xiaohua's identity very well. They wanted to step forward to open the handcuffs and persuade Han Qian to go to the hospital, but Qian Ling stopped him before they could step forward. The black bodyguard pushed away!

Qian Ling said coldly.

"No one can touch the handcuffs today unless they give me a perfect explanation!"

At this moment, Tu Xiao's phone rang, and Guan Junbiao's phone called. One was caught, one ran away, and two younger brothers were stabbed. They were seriously injured and sent to the hospital. What to do with this person now.

Tu Xiao's answer is simple.

"Bring it here and leave it to your Brother Han to handle!"

At this moment, Li Jinhai's phone rang, and he frowned and answered the call.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yes, that's right, she was slightly injured... No, she can't leave now. Han Qian's family won't let her go... Well, you're right, I'm not ready to let her go either. !Either you come here, or I handle it according to our city bureau's method, she is very suspicious."

After hanging up the phone, Li Jinhai took a deep breath and said softly.

"San'er, we really can't take off these handcuffs."

Li Jinhe raised his head and said coldly.

"Can you finally be a member of the Li family for once?"

Li Jinhai took a deep breath.

"The little girl who handcuffed Han Qian is Niu Guodong's daughter!"

"Even the Bull Demon King's daughter, I won't let her go today! Ah Si, go and keep a close eye on that little girl!"

Qian Ling's anger was about to burn the entire eighth district.

The people in District 8 were still watching the excitement. The young man who was handcuffed in the car had not left yet. The young man who delivered the cups was telling the police officer at the Yamenmen what had happened.

My uncle drank a cup of black tea when he got in the car, and then he went to deliver the cup. When he came back, he was already handcuffed in the car.

About half an hour later, Guan Junbiao and Xiao Hai came back. They were holding a man who was tied up by Wu Huada. As soon as this man appeared, the police officers from the Yamenmen surrounded him, and the boys from the Eighth District also moved. .

Another confrontation between the two sides.

Li Jinhai turned to look at Tu Xiao beside him and said coldly.

"Tu Xiao, what do you mean?"

Tu Xiao put his hands in his sleeves and smiled lightly.

"Literally, my uncle didn't ask any questions about this guy! You really can't take him away. My security group in District 8 is of the same mind, but we don't know how many minds you have at the yamen door. The child is his uncle. , ask a question?"

Han Qian took a deep breath and nodded gently.

"Ask a question."

After saying this, Tu Xiao shouted to Guan Junbiao.

"Biaozi, bring me here. Your brother Han wants to ask questions."

Guan Junbiao is well-known for his temperament. Others are afraid of you like spies, but he really doesn't look down on you. He dragged the person in front of Han Qian with a short knife. Han Qian looked at Guan Junbiao who was covered in blood and said softly.

"Brother Guan, you saved my life again."

Guan Junbiao waved his hand and said carelessly.

"Brothers don't speak the same language, how dare he touch my brother?"

He then cursed at the gangster in front of him.

"Kneel down for me!"

He kicked the man in the leg. The man looked at Han Qian with anger and unwillingness in his eyes. He spat at Han Qian, and the next second he was kicked on the head by Xiao Hai.

"It's not worth beating this kind of person to death. Leave it to us! We won't make it easy for him."

Han Qian wiped the saliva from his face and said softly.

"You are living well abroad, why do you want to come back to kill me? I am not as easy to die as you think, otherwise Cui Li would not have failed to assassinate me again and again. Oh! I remembered, he was caught by me not long ago There is a man named Wei Zhuang who was thrown into prison. Are you brothers? If so, are you Wei Qiang? "

Li Jinhai asked the police around him and got the answer. This guy was really Wei Qiang.

Wei Qiang glared at Han Qian with scarlet eyes and gritted his teeth angrily.

"We have all been fooled by Feng Lun! He and Cui Li are free and easy with half of the money. He can threaten the people who were at the Mid-Autumn Festival Party at any time to take the money, but we are living like mice! Why? You are Feng Lun Lun Liu’s chess piece in Binhai City, if you don’t die, we will be caught sooner or later!”

Han Qian took a deep breath and said calmly.

"Why?

"What about Feng Lun? Why can he get away with it? After the incident, he stayed in a hotel opposite the Binhai Municipal Bureau for a month!

Feng Lun stayed in the hotel opposite the City Bureau for a month? And no one found out?

This incident was louder than the slap Li Jinhe gave him just now. Li Jinhai stood there stunned, muttering with his eyes blank.

"Feng Lun lived under my nose for a month?"

When the words came out, Wei Qiang roared at Li Jinhai.

"Yes! In front of you, he crazily threatened the people at the party to give him money! He gave money one after another. Feng Lun took away tens of millions, but he only gave us brothers three or four million. !Why?”

Han Qian took a deep breath, and then Uncle Zhong spoke.

"Why are you so stupid!"