Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 1091 Is anyone injured?

"Big Cat, go buy me a pack of cigarettes."

As the car was driving on the road, Da Wang turned her head to look at the 24-hour convenience store on the side of the road, nodded seriously to Han Qian, opened the door, got out of the car, and trotted to the convenience store. As soon as Da Wang ran across the road, she heard the roar of an engine behind her. When she came to her senses, the car that was originally parked on the side of the road had started and disappeared at the turning intersection in front.

The king stood there in a daze for two seconds, then took out his cell phone to contact Su Liang. After getting the news, Su Liang hung up the phone and looked at Tian Feng and laughed.

"Things seem to have gotten out of control. Do you have anything to say? Ye Zhi had a car accident this afternoon, right? Now you are ready to start work, but it seems to be too late."

Tian Feng looked at Su Liang and said coldly.

"What exactly do you want to express?"

"Han Qian went to find Lin Yebei. I think Director Lin is going to get beaten!"

After going around in circles, Han Qian deliberately bought a bottle of white wine and drank half of it under the surveillance camera. He raised his middle finger to the surveillance camera, opened the door and got in the car. He drove the car that he didn't know where the king got from and pushed the dividing guardrail in the middle of the road.

It is said that this thing is 1.8 kilometers tall?

Soon, the guard received a call from the police, saying that someone was suspected of drunk driving and intentionally damaging public property. After receiving the news, the personnel of the traffic department retrieved the surveillance footage. When they saw the perpetrator drinking in the street and raising his middle finger in provocation at the surveillance camera, the entire department was so angry that they joined the law enforcement personnel to go to the scene.

There were four cars and about seventeen or eighteen people.

When law enforcement officers arrived at the scene, the man who had challenged the surveillance camera was driving a new model Mercedes-Benz in the middle of the road. The guardrails on the street were destroyed for about 70 to 80 meters, and the entire front of the new model Mercedes-Benz, which had not yet been hung for photos, had collapsed.

The cars on the street stopped where they were and they didn't dare to drive through here.

At this moment, the Mercedes-Benz suddenly stopped. The perpetrator in the car lit a cigarette and put his left hand outside the window. He seemed to be a little tired, or perhaps injured.

Only after the Mercedes-Benz stopped did the law enforcement and traffic teams dare to step forward.

The car door was roughly opened, and a hand grabbed Han Qian's arm and dragged him out of the car. The drunk Han Qian lost his balance and fell to the ground. After three or four seconds, Han Qian slowly supported his body with his arms, and after standing up, he bent down to pick up the cigarette on the ground.

Click!

The silver handcuffs were handcuffed on Han Qian's outstretched right hand.

"You are suspected of drunk driving, dangerous driving, provoking guards, and maliciously damaging public facilities!"

Han Qian looked at the handcuffs on his wrists, slowly stood up, looked at the guard in front of him, and said softly.

"Is anyone injured?"

This sentence surprised the guard a little, and he frowned and scolded.

"Are you scared now? What were you thinking when you challenged the surveillance camera?"

Han Qian ignored the guard, turned his head and looked at another person and asked.

"Is anyone injured?"

Han Qian, who often hung out at the gate of the yamen, could guess the approximate rank of the other party based on their shoulder straps. The guard who was questioned by Han Qian was about 40 years old. He looked at Han Qian with cold eyes and said in a cold voice.

"No one has been injured yet, but you are suspected of dangerous driving and damaging public property."

Han Qian said "oh", bent down to pick up the cigarette on the ground, took two deep puffs, turned his head to look at the Mercedes-Benz, and said softly.

"Since no one was hurt, why did you arrest me?"

The people around him were ignited by this sentence. Didn't he understand what was just said? The guard in his forties said coldly.

"No need to waste time talking to him, just handcuff him and take him away!"

When the guard reached out and grabbed Han Qian's left hand, preparing to handcuff him, Han Qian suddenly took action, turned sideways and kicked the guard who opened his mouth in front of him in the chin, and then punched the person next to him in the face.

Han Qian shook his arms and asked with his head tilted.

"No one was injured, why are you arresting me? My wife was deliberately hit by a car, but why don't you arrest the driver?"

At this time, someone took out pepper water and Han Qian smiled.

"If you spray me, I will kill you right here tonight!"

Then Han Qian walked to a place not far away, bent down to pick up a guardrail iron rod, gently knocked on the road, turned around and asked again. "I'm asking you a question. The reason you arrested me is because I didn't hit anyone? So you arrested me, but those who hit others don't have to be arrested? I don't like hitting people, so if I beat you all up and crippled you, then you won't be arrested?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qian suddenly bent down and stepped forward, hitting the guard on the chin with an uppercut, then grabbed the man's hair and pressed him down, while at the same time raising his right knee.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining Han Qian's knees red. Han Qian let go of his hands and looked at the guard who was rolling on the ground with his hands covering his nose. At this moment, the man in his forties who was kicked down by Han Qian stood up, pointed the pistol at Han Qian with both hands and roared.

"Give up resistance or I'll shoot!"

Han Qian stood up, weighed the iron rod, and said with a smile.

"Shoot me? I need to recall when was the last time I was hit by a bullet. Oh! It was Feng Lun who shot me in the stomach."

When the name Feng Lun came out, the nerves of the people present instantly tensed up and their scalps felt numb. Five years ago, Feng Lun had appeared in Bei'an for a period of time, and during that time Bei'an was in quite a mess.

Did this man in front of him have a grudge against Feng Lun? And Feng Lun even shot him?

While they were stunned, Han Qian hit one of them on the side with the iron rod in his hand, and questioning followed.

"I'm asking you, do you not have to be arrested if you hit someone? Do you not have to fulfill your legal responsibilities? I've only been making a fuss for 20 minutes and you're already arresting me? My wife has been lying in the hospital for 12 hours. I'm asking you, have you found the driver who caused the accident?"

The guards looked at each other. The man who had been in a car accident and had been lying in the hospital for twelve hours?

That's only Yeats from the coast.

Yeats's man?
At this moment, the man holding the gun felt goose bumps all over his body, and his hair stood up slightly as he looked at the white-haired man in front of him.

He probably guessed who this man was.

Yeats's man, and a guy who has a grudge against Feng Lun.

With white hair, tattooed arms, and a knife scar running diagonally across the chest, one can vaguely see it through his open pajamas.

Thinking of this, the gunman took a step back, looked at the guy in front of him with a bit of panic in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice.

"You...you are you are..."

"Han Qian! Have you had enough of this? Put down your weapon right now!"

A powerful roar came from the crowd. Han Qian slowly turned around and sneered at the man who was approaching.

"Bei'an Linyebei, right? You are at the same level as Qin Yaozu, right?"

Lin Yebei said angrily.

"I asked you to put your weapon down."

Han Qian lowered his head and looked at the iron rod in his hand, then raised his head and smiled.

"Let it go? Why should I let it go? Not only will I not let it go, I will also teach you Bei'an a lesson today. I want to let you know one thing. If you touch Han Qian, I will just laugh and not bother with you. But if you touch my woman, you can just watch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Qian hit the gunman on the head with the iron rod in his hand.

boom!
Lin Yebei held the pistol in both hands. The bullet grazed Han Qian's cheek, taking away a trace of flesh and blood, but Han Qian seemed to be unconscious. He turned around and looked at Lin Yebei, laughing softly.

"Watch your back."

Lin Yebei turned around suddenly and a red figure appeared in front of him. A cold light flashed and the back of Lin Yebei's hand turned red. Before he could react, a dagger was pressed against his neck and a whisper came from his ear.

"If you shoot my brother Han, then we will be enemies to the death."

Lin Yebei looked at Guan Junbiao coldly and said in a cold voice.

"You have to know what you are doing now!"

clap clap clap!
A very abrupt applause broke the silence, and a handsome bald man walked out of the crowd, clapping his hands with every step, and walked towards Lin Yebei, shouting with a smile.

"Hello, people from Bei'an, we are from Binhai."

(End of this chapter)