The City's Invincible Soldier King

Who's helping me?

Three minutes later, the wok was boiling.

Long Lin finally turned his head and looked at Zhu Wanhao, and asked with a smile: "Zhu Dong, have you thought about it?"

"Woo woo …"

Zhu Wanhao screamed, trying his best to move his body, but other than a few wuwu sounds, there was nothing else he could do.

"Alright, since you're in such a difficult situation, let me help you make the decision." Long Lin pushed the sofa to the side of the hot oil pot and squatted down next to Zhu Wanhao's feet. He smiled and said, "With Chairman Zhu's status, I think that you have already enjoyed all kinds of high-end foot treatments, right? But I can guarantee that Mr. Zhu has never enjoyed such a novel foot bath in an oil pan before. "

"I say, Mr. Zhu, how can you thank me for serving you so hard?" Long Lin said as he picked up Zhu Wanhao's fat and white right foot with a smile.

While talking, Long Lin plucked a leaf from the potted plant on the table and threw it into the oil pot.

"Clap clap …"

As the boiling oil splashed, the leaf instantly became scorched yellow.

"The oil is warm enough, Mr. Zhu. Enjoy it."

Long Lin's expression instantly became cold, and following that, he fiercely pushed Zhu Wanhao's fat right foot into the wok.

The pain from the explosion pierced through his heart.

"Woo woo …"

A mournful, but very soft wail could be heard. Zhu Wanhao closed his eyes and fainted.

Long Lin quickly took Zhu Wanhao's right foot out of the frying pan. But even so, his fat right foot had become a yellow fried bear paw.

Long Lin had once again saved Zhu Wanhao's life, and indisputably, also pressed his left foot into the frying pan.

"Woo woo …"

After half a second, Zhu Wanhao fainted again.

Long Lin took Zhu Wanhao's left foot out of the wok, and saved Zhu Wanhao once again. After that, he turned off the electric stove, and carried the wok into the bathroom.

After pouring out the boiling oil and cleaning the wok, Long Lin then leisurely brought the electromagnetic stove and the remaining half a barrel of cooking oil back to the kitchen on the first floor.

Zhu Wanhao had completely collapsed. His eyes were unfocused and lifeless.

There was no need to continue.

Long Lin picked up Zhu Wanhao's legs, using a sharp scalpel to cut off the charred skin, and then used a clean military dagger to cut open his own palm, smearing the blood that had a miraculous recovery ability onto Zhu Wanhao's legs.

Boiling oil burns were different from being scalded with a knife. It was much harder to recover from it.

A full thirty minutes later, Zhu Wanhao's legs were back to normal, and he barely managed to regain some consciousness.

But in her eyes, there was only fear that seeped into her bones.

"Well, now we can talk." Long Lin stared at Zhu Wanhao with a gaze that was like a blade, and said with an ice-cold voice, "I, your father will restore your ability to speak, but if you dare to recklessly scream, then continue with the next trial."

As he was speaking, Long Lin quickly used his index finger to poke at Zhu Wanhao's body.

"I beg of you, please let me go." Zhu Wanhao didn't scream, he only begged for mercy in despair.

"Answer my question." Long Lin immediately ignored Zhu Wanhao's pleas, and spoke coldly and fiercely, "You answered wrong, continue with the next stage, speak too much nonsense, continue with the next stage, if you dare to hide anything, continue with the next stage."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Zhu Wanhao said as he collapsed, "I will definitely tell the truth."

"One, who is the person who helped you frame Qian Guming?"

Zhu Wanhao finally understood why Yan Luo had come to him from the eighteenth level of hell. For a moment, he regretted so much that he wanted to chop himself to death.

"Speak."

Long Lin's cold shout scared him to death.

"Director … Director Nie."

"Who's Elder Nie?"

"Nie Qifeng, Yanjing's Nie Family."

The Nie family of Yanjing, the home of Xi Zhendong's lover, was also a pretty good Red family.

But compared to Li Zimei's mother Li Family, they were a few notches lower.

"Call Nie Qifeng and let him release Qian Guming right away. If he's missing a single hair, I'll let you taste all the torture in the eighteen levels of hell."

Long Lin strode into the bedroom and took Zhu Wanhao's phone from the bedside table, allowing his right hand to regain mobility.

"I'll give you twenty minutes to adjust your mood." Long Lin said coldly, "In twenty minutes, I want to hear news of Qian Guming's acquittal."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Long Lin could not be bothered to care about Zhu Wanhao who did not dare to play any more tricks. He carefully checked the scene, and carefully erased any traces that could become evidence.

Long Lin was a demon from the depths of hell that came from the eighteen layers, a demon that was undoubtedly the King of Hell, the Devil King, and Satan. At this moment, Zhu Wanhao only had one wish, and that was for this King of Hell to quickly leave his house.

A few minutes later, Zhu Wanhao made a call.

The call was short. Zhu Wanhao deceived Nie Qifeng to release Qian Guming using the excuse that Qian Qingxi had already signed a land sale contract.

Long Lin didn't say anything and walked over with large strides. Using his index finger, he poked a few times at Zhu Wanhao's body, then pushed his speed to the limit and instantly turned into an afterimage.

The extreme speed was so fast that Zhu Wanhao uncontrollably shivered.

Under his terrified gaze, the afterimage leaped down from the fifth floor's balcony. However, in the air, not only did Long Lin not descend, he had actually raised the altitude by more than two meters, and used his blade-like eyes to look at Zhu Wanhao, before quickly descending, and completely disappearing without a trace.

The last gaze he gave was like the stare of a devil, causing Zhu Wanhao to uncontrollably shiver. It also made him understand that if this devil wanted to kill him, it could easily take away his little life at any time.

And what was even more terrifying was that if this devil were to come again, it would not be as simple as death itself.

A torment where one could neither wish for life nor wish for death was even scarier than death, causing Zhu Wanhao to completely lose the courage to take revenge.

After a long while, Zhu Wanhao finally recovered from the bone-piercing chill as he shakily walked to the side of the balcony.

Looking at the empty courtyard of the villa, Zhu Wanhao finally calmed down and rushed back to his room, shaking his young wife who was still in deep sleep with all her might.

With Lawyer Wang watching him, Qian Guming did not receive any form of torture, but Qian Guming, who had never entered the jail, had already started to collapse.

It was only until late morning that Qian Guming, who had not slept for the entire night, finally fell into a deep slumber.

"Dang."

The sound of the baton hitting the iron bars woke Qian Guming up.

Seeing the middle-aged policeman in police uniform, Qian Guming shuddered and instinctively moved his body backwards.

Looking at Qian Guming who was trembling slightly, a look of disdain flashed past the policeman's eyes, "The truth of the matter has been revealed, you were framed, you can leave now."

"I... I can really leave now? " Qian Guming rushed over and asked ecstatically.

"I don't mind if you want to stay here for a while longer."

"No, no, no..." Qian Guming bowed and said, "Big brother police officer, thank you."

The police looked at Qian Guming in disdain and opened the door to the cell, bringing this useless rich kid out of the jail.

Receiving the news that Qian Guming was acquitted, Lawyer Wang also quietly retreated. From start to finish, he did not appear.

Once he was out of Police station, Qian Guming impatiently dialed Qian Qingxi's number, and said sincerely: "Big sister, thank you."

"Gu Ming, you came out?"

"Elder sister, I have been acquitted." Qian Guming spoke from the bottom of his heart once again, "Elder sister, thank you for saving me."

Qian Qingxi frowned.

She was still trying her best to find a connection with Qian Guming, hoping to save the person who had been framed. But no matter what, among the officials she knew, no one dared to interfere in the matters of the Nanhua Police station.

It was for no other reason, because the fifth brother of the Nie family, Nie Qi Feng, was currently making money in the South Core realm.

Since he was framing her, he definitely wouldn't let her brother off so easily.

Who the hell is helping me? Qian Qingxi quietly sank into deep thought.

Suddenly, a name popped into her mind.

Long Lin?

But after a while, Qian Qingxi shook her head again, rejecting this absurd idea.

Maybe Long Lin had the ability to help her, but everything happened so quickly, he should not know about the news of Qian Guming being framed.

Who could it be?

Qian Qingxi carefully thought through all of these possibilities.