Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 340 - 330: Zhan Qipei Personally Takes Revenge for Qiao Jing
Chapter 340: Chapter 330: Zhan Qipei Personally Takes Revenge for Qiao Jing
Blondie didn’t recognize the voice at first, assuming it was one of his boys, and then he responded to the question.
“Who else could it be? It’s got to be killing that bitch who made us suffer like this.”
Monkey, upon hearing this voice, felt it was unfamiliar; when he turned and saw the situation behind him, he was so scared that he could hardly speak clearly.
“Boss… Boss, should we… should we run?”
Right now, they were all crippled at the table, looking like they couldn’t even run if they wanted to.
Blondie chugged a swig of beer, heard Monkey’s stuttering, and slapped the back of his head.
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“Run for what, why should we run? Just because we got beat up, now you turn into a stutterer?”
The other underlings also sensed something wrong; when they turned around and saw the dark mass behind them, they were so scared that their skewers fell from their hands.
“Boss, this… this… what should we do?”
“What do you mean, what should we do?”
Blondie, feeling it strange to see his underlings in such a panic, put down his beer and turned around.
The first thing he saw was the man standing in the middle, with an extremely powerful presence and a gloomy face, staring right at him.
If looks could kill, he felt he’d already have died hundreds of times over.
Then he saw that the man was followed by a dozen or so bodyguards, dressed in black suits and robustly built, clearly well-trained, unlike his ragtag bunch of hooligans.
Blondie was startled and blurted out a curse.
“Holy shit!”
Zhan Qipei’s deep voice rang out again, cold as a demon from Hell, heralding their doom.
“The ones who should be killed are you guys.”
Blondie immediately widened his eyes, remembering his earlier statement.
It was this man in front of him who had spoken; he had actually thought it was one of his underlings.
“Who are you—what do you want to—do?!” Blondie asked, looking terrified at Zhan Qipei, while backing away.
Suddenly!
Out of the corner of his eye, Blondie noticed Tang Yan in the crowd.
That person… he looks somewhat familiar, as if he’s seen him somewhere before.
“Ah!”
He remembered!
This man was Zhan Corporation’s number one golden assistant, Tang Yan!
He had seen him on TV.
No way?
It’s really Tang Yan?
Blondie confirmed Tang Yan’s identity several times, and after confirming it, he trembled even more.
So the people they robbed were actually from the Zhan Family?
They thought those two women were just bluffing, but it turned out they were indeed from the Zhan Family?!
The gangsters wore looks of horror, continuously backing away, trying to escape.
Blondie swallowed hard and shuffled a few more steps back, utterly cowed.
What scared Blondie the most was that he could see how everyone was deferring to the man in the middle.
This made him guess his identity.
The leader of Zhan Corporation!
The richest of the rich in the imperial city!
With this thought, Blondie swallowed hard.
It was a gulp of sheer terror.
That he hadn’t already knelt before Zhan Qipei was all the courage he could muster.
“President Zhan… I didn’t… didn’t know they were from the Zhan Family earlier, otherwise I definitely wouldn’t have made a move. I wouldn’t dare, not for ten times the guts…”
Blondie saw Zhan Qipei maintain a fiercely chilly demeanor, just watching him with that expressionless face.
Facing such a gaze from Zhan Qipei, Blondie felt like an ant, and this intensified the fear in his heart.
“President Zhan, I beg you! Please, just let us go as if we were a fart. I—I’m kneeling down, okay?”
As he finished speaking, Blondie bent his knees and fell to the ground with a “thud,” kneeling before them.
The other gangsters, seeing this, didn’t dare to stealthily escape either, especially since all of them were select bodyguards from the Zhan Family; even if they wanted to run, they wouldn’t be able to.
In the name of survival, dignity, and everything else were thrown out the window as they followed Blondie’s lead, all kneeling on the ground, kowtowing, and begging Qipei for mercy.
“Please, spare us! We know we were wrong! Have mercy on us!”
Qipei slightly narrowed his eyes, his penetrating gaze falling on Blondie. Recalling the wound on Qiao Jing’s arm, a flash of ruthlessness streaked through his dark pupils.
The air pressure around him dropped to its lowest point, his whole body emitting a thick intent to kill. The food stall felt like it had plummeted into a freezing pit, threatening to freeze everyone alive.
“Was it you who hurt her yesterday?”
“Her?” Blondie paused, “Which ‘her’?”
Qipei took out his phone, and the screensaver was an image of Qiao Jing.
Upon seeing the woman on the screensaver, Blondie instantly recognized her.
How could they not? She had beaten them to the point of begging for mercy from all and sundry.
“She—” Blondie began, but Qipei cut him off.
“She is my wife. Was it you who hurt her yesterday?”
Scared!
Blondie was nearly scared out of his wits.
“I—I—I was wrong! I’m sorry! Please forgive me!”
In a desperate plea for forgiveness, Blondie raised his hand and began to viciously slap his own face.
“Smack—smack—smack—”
Each slap was louder than the last, his face swelling from the blows, but showing no sign of stopping.
His face didn’t matter; if he didn’t hit himself, he feared today might be the end of his life.
As Blondie was overcome with regret, a chilling and low voice sounded above his head.
“Take out the knife?”
Knife?
“What—what knife?”
Blondie replied, trembling.
“The knife you used to hurt her,” the six words fell from Qipei’s mouth, as cold as though they had just been taken out of a fridge, chilling to the bone, setting hairs on end, and turning one’s spine icy cold.
Hearing this, Blondie quickly took out the knife.
With shaking hands, he raised the knife and presented it to Qipei.
The next second, Qipei grabbed the knife and flipped his wrist.
“Ahh—”
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Blondie, clutching his arm, let out squeals like those of a pig being slaughtered.
Qipei stood in front of Blondie, looking down at him from above with indifferent eyes that showed no trace of emotion, as if he was looking at a dead man.
“Gulp—” Among the subordinates, someone involuntarily swallowed their saliva first.
Then came a chorus of gulping sounds.
Along with unceasing shivering.
How could they not fear?
The president of Zhan Corporation was known in the imperial capital as the living King of Hell.
Provoking him was akin to signing up for Yama’s Palace.
Their boss, Blondie, had hurt the man’s wife, and his fate would surely be worse than death.
Of course, they didn’t have the luxury of feeling sympathy for Blondie. They might not have directly hurt his wife, but as participants in the event, their fate might not be any better than his.
“Spare—spare my life—ah—”
Blondie had barely begun his plea for mercy when his hand was pinned down by Qipei’s foot.
“Dare to hurt my wife’s hand, I’ll have you pay back a hundred, a thousandfold today,” Qipei articulated coldly.
As the voice dropped, he began to grind his foot down.
“Ahhh—ahhh—” The air was filled with endless screams of agony.
