Young Master Cheng twisted the man so hard that he rolled on the ground for several rounds. He wanted to remove his shoulder, but he found that the angle was not enough when he tried it for the first time, and the other party had already rushed forward when he tried it for the second time.
Three against one, Cheng Ji’s first choice was to hide.
Fortunately, Zhao Xiaojing was a fool, and he just shouted loudly and practiced Tai Ping boxing, but he didn't actually touch his flesh.
Cheng Ji didn't mind taking them all down, but he didn't know what would happen next, or whether there were people lying in ambush outside the door.
If Qi Beisong was waiting in the corridor at this moment, Cheng Ji would not fight, so as not to waste his energy and not be able to greet him warmly when the time came.
Cheng Ji hated Qi Beisong even more. What protagonist, what Hongsheng's CEO, what handsome guy and big money sponsor? They were all bullshit! This guy was exactly the same as what Manager Zhou of Shuiyue Villa had said, a stinky playboy and a filthy bastard!
When he got excited, he became ruthless. He moved the plunger to his left hand and took out the dagger from his waist with his right hand.
"He has a knife!" one of Zhao Xiaojing's followers screamed.
"What are you afraid of when you have a knife?" Zhao Xiaojing shouted, "Come on together, come on together!!"
Cheng Ji said, "This is not an ordinary knife. This is a controlled knife with three edges and a sharp edge. Do you see the groove on the blade? This is the blood groove. If anyone of you is stabbed by me, it will form a Y-shaped wound. If you are not sent to the hospital within ten minutes, you probably can't be saved."
Zhao Xiaojing was stunned for a moment: "Fuck you, you actually used this kind of thing!"
Cheng Ji sneered: "This is not mine, it belongs to your brother lying on the ground. He was wearing a three-edged spike, but I almost raped him. What a loser!"
Zhao Xiaojing and others were so frightened that they took a few steps back, especially since the woman had already disappeared without a trace. She had gotten half of the money anyway, so she might as well throw away the other half to avoid having a life to earn it but not be able to spend it.
Zhao Xiaojing said angrily: "You can't rape my girlfriend and brother for nothing, right? I have to ask for an explanation!"
Cheng Ji asked: "What's the explanation?"
"Either settle it publicly or privately!" said Zhao Xiaojing.
Cheng Ji was so angry that he shook his head, thinking, am I easy to bully because I look like that? He was holding a knife and was forced to speak lines. Once he finished speaking, the only thing left in the whole process of the trap was to spend money to avoid disaster!
"What about a public settlement? What about a private settlement?" he asked.
"If it's a public settlement, we'll take you to the police!" Zhao Xiaojing said, "If it's a private settlement, you just have to pay the money!"
"How much compensation?" Cheng Ji asked.
"One million!" Zhao Xiaojing opened his mouth loudly, "You raped my girlfriend and my brother, so one million is too cheap for you!"
Now, let alone one million, it is difficult to even come up with a hundred dollars.
No matter how low the fees of Changkang Hospital are, it is still a medical institution after all. The various expenses for Ms. Cheng's hospitalization add up to at least four to five thousand yuan a month. If Vice President Zhang hadn't guaranteed that Cheng Ji could pay the debt first, he would have sold his kidney long ago!
Cheng Ji said: "Call Qi Beisong in, I will compensate him directly!"
Zhao Xiaojing finally knew how to cover up for Qi Shuaishuai and pretended to be confused: "Who is Qi Beisong? Why would you pay him if you don't pay me?"
Cheng Ji said, "If you have no money, let's make it public! But can you get out of this door?" Then he raised the triangular spike again.
Although he didn't want to be charged with intentional injury, he decided to prick them lightly one by one.
This three-edged spear is not as evil as people say on the Internet, such as the blade carries toxins during heat treatment, the blood is discharged through the blood groove after piercing the body, the muscles cannot stick to the blade during contraction, and thus air is introduced to form an embolism, and a penetration of eight centimeters can be fatal.
In fact, it was originally a submachine gun bayonet, without any poison. If you insist on saying that something is poisonous, it is the anti-rust oil applied on the three-edged thorn, which can indeed cause wounds to fester, but the main cause of festering is not the oil, but the harsh battlefield environment and backward treatment methods.
The Y-shaped wound it causes seems easy to suture for surgeons. As for the possibility that the blood groove will introduce gas and cause air embolism, it is even more unreasonable. The human body is not a soda bottle, how can it bleed and take in air at the same time? The pressure inside our body is much greater than that outside.
Therefore, the triangular thorn is like most knives. As long as it does not pierce the vital parts, it can be rescued in time.
Cheng Ji decided to stab their insteps.
—Of course you can prick the back of your hand, but if your hand is injured you can still chase people, but if your foot is injured you can only stay where you are.
Zhao Xiaojing yelled: "What do you want to do?!"
Cheng Ji asked back: "What do you think?"
"Fuck! He's going to kill someone!!"
Zhao Xiaojing turned his toes towards the door, and one of his followers shouted, "Brother Jing, how can you be afraid of him? We will treat his mother the same way he treats us! I will call our brothers at Changkang Hospital right now, and we promise not to mistreat the paralyzed old lady!"
Cheng Ji's energy suddenly drained away, and he angrily said, "You still said it had nothing to do with Qi Beisong. If it weren't for him, how would you know about my mother?!"
Zhao Xiaojing said: "What if he has connections? What if he doesn't? Don't waste time! Hurry up and take him to the police station. This kid is too harmful to society!"
"I will stab anyone who touches me!" Cheng Ji roared.
"If you have any problems, find the police, call 110!!" Zhao Xiaojing shouted.
"Just hit!" said the follower.
"Just take his knife away!!"
“I can’t grab it!”
"Then take photos and videos of him! He used a controlled knife to threaten ordinary citizens, endangering public safety. This will be used as evidence in court when the police come!"
"I'll stab anyone who dares to raise a cell phone!" Cheng Ji was furious. "Call his mother Qi Beisong over here. I have something to ask him!"
"I don't know any Qi Beisong!" said Zhao Xiaojing.
"Brother Jing, the hotel security is coming up!" A small thug who was watching the door came in and warned, "It's going to be a good show!"
"Your mother is so good-looking!" Zhao Xiaojing turned around and cursed.
Zhao Xiaojing is a big shot in Hongcheng. He set up a trap to trap a nobody like Cheng Ji, and it turned out to be a big deal. How embarrassing!
It was all his fault that he only knew that Cheng Ji had tricked Qi Beisong, but he didn't expect him to be so fierce!
The ugly bald man on the ground was the most capable fighter in their small group, so he had the courage to ambush inside the room. However, he was easily countered and his weapon fell out of his hand.
"Stop him, close the door, and don't let that stinky security guard in!" Zhao Xiaojing ordered.
He pointed at Cheng Ji and said, "Don't be so mad, you'll have a hard time with the police! Aren't you very capable? You brought Qi Beisong to the police station, right? I tell you, he can get out whenever he wants after he goes to prison, but you can't! I'll give you one last chance. Either you pay the one million, or you go to jail for three years. To be honest, seven years is enough for you holding that knife!"
Cheng Ji shook his head: "You are wrong. This is called carrying a controlled knife into a public place. The penalty is detention for not less than five days but not more than ten days and a fine of not more than 500 yuan. I will stab you to a pulp later before I can sentence you to more than three years!"
Zhao Xiaojing said: "Oh, you are so sharp-tongued, I..."
The henchman who had just proposed to deal with Ms. Cheng stopped him and said, "Brother, stop arguing with this kind of person. Let's have a video call!"
"With whom?"
The attendant said: "He Liangzi, isn't he in Changkang Hospital
This guy was smarter than Zhao Xiaojing. He immediately raised his phone to Cheng Ji, pointed at him and said, "Look, handsome guy, the one waving at you is my little brother, and this one... is your mother. Oh, my little brother has walked to your mother's bedside without me noticing. Why is there no one in this ward?"
What he said was absolutely right. The screen of the mobile phone clearly showed Ms. Cheng's unconscious face, and the gangster named "Liangzi" was leaning against her bedside, making a "V" gesture.
Liangzi's face is covered with acne. He is about 18 or 19 years old. He is at the age when he suffers from severe chuunibyou and has very poor self-control, so he can do anything.
Zhao Xiaojing laughed and asked, "Liangzi, do you have a knife with you?"
Liangzi on the opposite side said, "Brother, do you need a knife? If I pull out the tube in this old woman's nose, she will probably go to see God!" As he said that, he reached out for Ms. Cheng's oxygen tube.
Ms. Cheng was actually breathing on her own. The oxygen tube was just for emergency purposes, but Cheng had never removed it and didn't know what the consequences would be.
He roared angrily: "Do you have the shame to treat a patient like that?!"
"No." Zhao Xiaojing said, "I want money. If I don't have money, I'll just do it."
Cheng Ji threw the three-edged thorn to the ground: "Fuck! Don't touch my mother!"
"Oh, that's right!" Zhao Xiaojing breathed a sigh of relief. While being on guard against Cheng Ji, he signaled his men to pick up the □□, and then he became complacent.
"You know how to give in now? What were you doing before?" He said, "If you dare to offend Qi Beisong, you should have this awareness. I have been polite to you. I didn't sprain your limbs and sent you to eat government food. You feel like you can even get a civilization bonus! Let's go to the police station quickly. The police uncle must be waiting anxiously!"
Cheng Ji walked out the door silently.
Zhao Xiaojing said, "Just leaving like this, it's too easy for you. Then so-and-so, tie him up for me!"
"Don't touch me, I'm hitting someone!" Cheng Ji said angrily.
"Hey, assault is aggravated. I was afraid you wouldn't hit him!" Zhao Xiaojing sneered, "Then so-and-so, add another charge to his name: assault, threats and intimidation, rape of women, prostitution, contempt for public order, use of controlled knives... He'll be in jail forever!"
The attendant whispered to Zhao Xiaojing: "Are you really sending him to the police station?"
"Are you stupid?" Zhao Xiaojing replied briefly.
The attendant quickly went out to make arrangements.
So where did the police station and the government food come from? Zhao Xiaojing just wanted to tie Cheng Ji up and lock him up in some remote abandoned warehouse for a day or two, starve him half to death, and then release him to teach him a lesson.
Since Qi Beisong's tone sounded like he wasn't going to punish Cheng Ji to death, Zhao Xiaojing didn't dare to go too far.
The group came out of the hotel and got into the car, but Cheng Ji's hands were still tied behind his back, and the reason was of course Liangzi. As long as Liangzi didn't leave Changkang Hospital, Cheng Ji's weakness would always be exposed, and he had no choice but to obey.
This account was again blamed on Qi Beisong. Cheng Ji regretted that he should not have shown mercy in the first place, which led to endless troubles now.
There were five people in the SUV, Zhao Xiaojing sat in the passenger seat, and Cheng Ji was sandwiched in the middle of the back seat.
The ugly bald man who was knocked unconscious by Cheng Ji has woken up and is pressing the handle of the three-edged knife against Cheng Ji's lower back, looking as if he wants to grind him into ashes.
"You will pay for what you have done." Zhao Xiaojing taught him with confidence, "You don't know how to behave, so someone has to teach you, right?"
Cheng Ji asked: "Can you contact Qi Beisong? Let me talk to him."
Zhao Xiaojing spat, "Bah! How dare you talk to him? I'm telling you, don't be so delusional. It's better to fall into my hands than into his. I, your grandfather, am kind and righteous. I will at least leave you a way out. But Qi Beisong may not be able to do that!"
Cheng Ji turned his head away, his face pale with anger, thinking: Okay, Qi Beisong, you've got it! You just wait!
Cheng Ji was not familiar with the road conditions nearby, and he just felt that the other party was driving fast on the main road, which was a bit strange. As we all know, the police station is not a public security bureau, and it needs to go deep into the community. The location is usually not on the main road, but is more likely to be in the old streets, alleys and old communities.
The car drove for 20 minutes without stopping, and suddenly turned a corner and went to another road. This route was familiar to me, and I could get on the elevated bypass in another 10 minutes, which meant I could leave the city at any time.
Cheng Ji asked: "Where are you going to take me?"
"The police station." said Zhao Xiaojing.
Absolutely not.
"Are you the mothers sent by Qi Beisong?"
"I've already told you, I don't know any Qi Beisong!" Zhao Xiaojing had clearly let the cat out of the bag a long time ago, but now he denied it.
Cheng Ji's face tightened.
There are three traffic lights ahead. One of them will be red for a long time because it is the intersection of two main roads. He plans to jump out of the car within tens of seconds no matter which of the three lights he encounters.
This is certainly not easy. He will have to fight hard when necessary. Fortunately, he has died once and has experience. The worst that can happen is he will die again.
Perhaps it was just a coincidence that when they stopped at a red light, Cheng Ji suddenly noticed that the first car waiting for the red light in the opposite left turn lane looked very familiar.
He thought quickly and remembered: that was one of Qi Beisong's modified Land Rovers, which had been driven to the entrance of Changkang Hospital and lined up in a column to show off its power, scaring the doctors and nurses so much that they were at a loss as to what to do.
Great! He didn't know who was driving the car, but no matter who it was, he was going to make a scene, and it would be best if the two cars collided head-on with eight wheels flying upside down!
Zhao Xiaojing's car was going straight and the Land Rover was turning left. The green light order for Hongcheng was left first and then straight, so the Land Rover was allowed to go first.
While he was thinking, the red left turn light turned green and the Land Rover on the opposite side started slowly. Cheng Ji suddenly jumped up to the front seat and kicked the driver on the head!
The driver was not holding the steering wheel when he parked the car. He covered his head in pain and even loosened his foot on the brake.
The car ran through the red light and stopped at the stop line and slid forward. The traffic police on the roadside blew the whistle. Zhao Xiaojing and Cheng Ji in the co-pilot seat fought for the steering wheel. The ugly bald man in the back seat was afraid of hitting his own people so he didn't dare to swing the trident and just used his hands to pull!
Cheng Jicai was not afraid of them pulling him. He sat sideways on the driver and kicked Zhao Xiaojing in the face with his feet.
Zhao Xiaojing was not even an embroidered pillow, he was just a bag of straw. How could he withstand his kicks? After just a few kicks, he screamed in pain.
"Ouch! This kid is so fucking arrogant!" Zhao Xiaojing yelled in pain.
"Fuck you!" Cheng Ji kicked him.
The driver recovered and wanted to fight back, but Cheng Ji pressed the car horn with his elbow, and the inconspicuous black SUV that Zhao Xiaojing had specially bought, with a shrill scream, staggered towards the Land Rover.
And inside the car, Qi Beisong was lighting a melancholy cigarette.