Qi Beisong owns many cars, but he is not so particular about driving them. He usually drives whichever car the key is closest to.
The car he is driving now belongs to the company and is usually used by Lei Jing. Today, Boss Lei came home from jogging for exercise, and Qi Beisong grabbed his car keys.
When Qi Beisong passed the traffic light, he saw the crooked black SUV on the opposite side. He muttered, "The car is driven like this, must he have been drunk?" Then he stepped on the accelerator and sped through.
On this side, the driver finally broke through Cheng Ji's control and stepped on the brakes. The black car stopped sideways in the middle of the road, blocking the left turn and straight lanes, and the horn continued to sound.
The traffic police on duty was very annoyed and ran towards them from the other side of the road, blowing his whistle.
Cheng Ji was having a great time playing one against four people in the car.
Zhao Xiaojing was still sober and shouted, "Stop fighting! The traffic police are here, untie the rope on his hands!"
Of course Cheng Ji refused to let him go, and he kicked and stomped: "Damn it, you kidnapped someone and you're trying to cover it up! If you don't call the police, I'll call the police for you!"
"The traffic police are here!" Zhao Xiaojing was terrified. "Hurry up and pull him to the back seat!"
Cheng Ji was light in weight, and was pushed and pulled by four big men. They held his waist, lifted his legs, pulled his arms and feet, and he was thrown from the front seat in an instant. The ugly bald man quickly covered his mouth and pressed him under the seat.
The car that Zhao Xiaojing got was also an off-road vehicle. It had a large back seat space and no horizontal bar in the middle of the base, so it was big enough for an adult man to lie down.
The ugly man knelt on Cheng Ji's back and pressed him with all his strength, and the other man did the same. In order to stop Cheng Ji from making any sound, the two wanted to knock him unconscious, but it was too late.
"Don't open the window for now!" Zhao Xiaojing ordered the driver.
Cheng Ji still struggled hard under the grip of two strong men, whimpering, and it seemed that they were about to overthrow him.
The ugly bald man roared behind Cheng Ji's head: "Do you still want to kill your mother?!"
Cheng Ji was stunned for a moment.
The traffic police outside knocked hard on the car window and shouted, "What are you doing?!"
"Don't open the window, don't open the window!" Zhao Xiaojing was so anxious that he was sweating.
So he dragged the car for more than ten seconds to hide Cheng Ji, and only when the traffic police lost their patience and prepared to call for support did the driver slowly lower the window.
Zhao Xiaojing, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was all smiles, with his right hand resting on his forehead, looking like he was about to salute but not yet saluting: "Hello, police comrade, what can I do for you?"
"Have you been drinking?" the traffic policeman asked sternly.
Zhao Xiaojing quickly said: "No, no, I...he just had a leg cramp!"
"Leg cramp? Give me your ID!" The traffic policeman was suspicious and ordered, "Pull over to the side of the road first, don't park in the middle of the road and affect traffic!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Zhao Xiaojing nodded.
After the traffic policeman stepped back two steps, he winked at the driver, who stepped on the accelerator hard. The car rushed out like an arrow, quickly overtaking more than a dozen cars going straight and merging into the dense traffic flow.
The traffic police hurriedly reported it via radio, but Zhao Xiaojing's car was a fake license plate car, so it was not easy to track it down.
The driver looked in the rearview mirror and said, "The traffic police are chasing us on a motorcycle!"
Zhao Xiaojing said impatiently: "I'm not blind, I saw it! It's so fucking annoying, turn onto the side road ahead and change the license plate!"
"Brother, there's no time to change!"
The ugly bald man suggested: "How about hitting the traffic police?"
Zhao Xiaojing wanted to slap him in the face: "You think the trouble is not big enough? You are such a loser that you can't even beat a child! If you could have dealt with him in the room, why would we have all this trouble now?!"
He pointed at Cheng Ji and cursed: "You little rapist are tired of living! I didn't want to do anything to you, but you framed me. Now it's useless for you to pray to God. I'm going to hang you on a cement block and throw you into the sea!!"
Cheng Ji had a dirty and oily car rag in his mouth. He was trying to find a way to get the thing out and ignored Zhao Xiaojing's shouting.
Zhao Xiaojing was about to curse, but the driver shouted, "Brother, I need to turn! There are only a few cars between the traffic police and us. If we don't turn, he will catch up with us!"
As he said this, he turned the steering wheel sharply and drove towards a small road on the right side of the road.
The timing was quite fortuitous, as the car was right in the traffic police's blind spot. The latter did not notice that they had changed their route and drove straight past.
Zhao Xiaojing looked in the rearview mirror and clapped his hands and laughed, saying, "Good, you are quite flexible! Turn when there is a bend ahead!"
The driver nodded and was about to rush to another intersection several hundred meters away when suddenly a car overtook them from behind and with a sharp brake and drift, it blocked the way in front of them!
The driver stepped on the brakes desperately, but still crashed. There was a loud "bang" and the five people in the car - including Cheng Ji who was pressed against the floor of the car - fell forward due to inertia.
Zhao Xiaojing was not wearing a seat belt, and his head nearly broke the windshield, causing him to faint for a short time. The other two hit the back of their seats and cried out in pain.
"Fuck!" The driver was covered in cold sweat, secretly thanking himself for obeying traffic rules and wearing a seat belt.
The other party parked their car on the right side of the curb. From the driver's perspective, I couldn't see the driver's seat of the car in front, but I could see the car door opening and closing through the glass.
While he was still in shock, the man in the car in front of him had already walked up to him in big strides. He didn't even look at the place where the two cars collided, but knocked on the window and shouted, "Open the door!"
That is Qi Beisong.
The driver froze instantly.
Of course he knew Qi Beisong. Who among those following Zhao Xiaojing wouldn't know him
You can ignore the traffic police, but you can't ignore Qi Beisong's words, because that's Qi Beisong! If he really wants to mess with you, he doesn't even need to lift a finger.
The driver had no choice but to put the car in parking gear and tremblingly pressed the unlock button.
Qi Beisong opened the car door and glanced at him, then bent down to look at the passenger seat and said, "It's Zhao Xiaojing. No wonder I saw a resemblance from the corner of my eye just now. What are you doing together?"
“Mr. Qi, hello… hello…” The driver said this and couldn’t say anything else.
"Have you been drinking?" Qi Beisong sniffed.
"Mr. Qi, he didn't... didn't!" The ugly bald man in the back seat answered for the frightened driver.
"You were not drunk, so why were you driving like that? Do you want to kill Zhao Xiaojing?" Qi Beisong also felt that he was not drunk.
“I’ll drive… drive… that…” the driver shivered.
Qi Beisong asked again: "What happened to Zhao Xiaojing?"
"He hit his head when he braked just now."
"Oh." Qi Beisong nodded and ordered briefly, "Get out of the car."
"Down...down what?" the driver asked.
"Get out of the car." Qi Beisong said, "The car is dented, why don't you get out and take a look?"
At this moment, Cheng Ji suddenly lifted up the ugly bald man's feet and raised half of his body from under the seat!
“Woo woo woo!”
Qi Beisong was greatly shocked!
He quickly pulled out the car key on the driver's side, opened the back door in two steps, and shouted: "Everyone get out of the car!!!"
The man who was farthest from him was so frightened that he pushed open the other door and ran away without caring about anything.
Qi Beisong then saw Cheng Ji, whose hands were tied behind his back and trampled on the ground, and his pupils suddenly contracted!
In fact, Cheng Ji was not as miserable as he looked at first glance. He was just dirty because the cloth stuffed in his mouth was originally used to wipe the engine oil, and it also made his mouth black, brown and gray, as if he had been beaten several times.
Qi Beisong quickly pulled the cloth out of his mouth.
Cheng Ji originally had a shallow throat, and now he was coughing desperately, lying on the ground retching, his eyes were red, and physiological tears rolled down uncontrollably.
"Qi Beisong!" He finally recovered and cursed rudely, "You slut!!"
Qi Beisong's eyes widened: "???"
"Qi Beisong!" Cheng Ji cursed again, "I'll fucking kill you!!"
Qi Beisong asked: "You fuck me?"
The ugly bald man was trapped between Cheng Ji and Qi Beisong, with no way to avoid them, so he could only bite the bullet and face the battle head-on.
"All... all..."
Qi Beisong grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
"Qi... that Qi..."
Qi Beisong threw him out of the car without even looking at him.
"What happened?" Qi Beisong only had Cheng Ji in his eyes.
Cheng Ji yelled: "You know what happened!"
"I don't know!" said Qi Beisong.
Suddenly he saw Zhao Xiaojing sitting in the front seat, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood something.
"No way..."
"Get me up!" Cheng Ji said angrily.
Qi Beisong rushed forward, carried him out of the car and put him on the ground.
"Hand!" Cheng Ji turned his back.
Qi Beisong quickly returned to the Land Rover to find a knife to cut the rope.
The car was usually taken care of by Lei Jing, who was well-known for his strict storage habit, and everything had to be put away in different categories. Qi Beisong still remembered that there were a few Swiss Army knives in the storage box in front of the passenger seat, but when he was anxious to find them, he couldn't find any of them. I don't know where Lei put them!
As soon as he left, the ugly bald man imitated his accomplices and fled.
How could Cheng Ji let him get away? He didn't care that his hands were still tied and just went up and kicked him!
The driver was unwilling to miss the opportunity and got out of the car and ran away. Cheng Ji was unable to take care of both and ended up catching neither of them.
He was furious: "Come back to me!" Unfortunately no one listened to him.
Qi Beisong heard the noise and rushed back to Cheng Ji. Seeing that they had run away, he just said, "No need to chase them. I know them!"
Cheng Ji sneered: "Of course you know him, why would you send them if you didn't know him?"
Qi Beisong had no time to ask him what he meant, and said, "If you can't find the knife, I'll free it for you!"
"It's a knot that can't be untied," Cheng Ji pursed his lips, "There's a three-edged thorn on the back seat of this car!"
Qi Beisong rushed to the car to look for the triangular spike and saw it stuck between the seat and the backrest. When he pulled it out, he discovered that the blade was so long and so sharp.
"They used this thing to hold you hostage?" he asked in surprise.
"I've held them hostage before, stop talking nonsense and cut them up!" Cheng Ji said.
The three-edged thorn was so powerful but was eventually eliminated by the army because its function was quite simple: it could only stab, not chop or cut. Qi Beisong was like using a sharp awl to cut a rope, which was really ineffective.
He was anxious and sweating in the middle of winter.
"Don't be anxious!" He comforted Cheng Ji in return.
Cheng Ji lowered his head and said nothing.
Knives and guns are blind. Qi Beisong was afraid that he would move around, so he held his hands tightly, but he felt that they were cold and stiff. That was because he had been tied up for too long and his blood circulation was obstructed.
Cheng Ji has a pair of slender and beautiful hands, but there are calluses on the palms, peeling above the nails, and frostbite on the little finger. Those are the traces left by housework and life pressure. The original owner of this body did not live a life of luxury.
These days Cheng Ji has been messing around and his hands are covered with new and old scars.
Qi Beisong grabbed his cold hand, his heart burning with anger and murderous intent in his eyes.
Yes, Cheng Ji had offended him and was his enemy, but he was his enemy alone and no one else was qualified!
Anyone who dares to cross his path and touch Cheng Ji will be treated no differently than if he touched his friend, brother, or even his wife!
He angrily asked Cheng Ji: "What happened?"
Cheng Ji sneered: "Fuck... you still have the nerve to ask."
Qi Beisong said stop fucking me and if I have to fuck, I'll fuck you!
He half cut and half tore the rope, and Cheng Ji was finally freed, but the skin on his wrists was abraded, and his fingers were so numb that he could not grasp for the time being, and there were several bloody wounds on them that were caused at who knows when.
Cheng Ji was rubbing his wrists when Qi Beisong, furious, turned to the passenger seat and slapped Zhao Xiaojing to wake him up.
When Zhao Xiaojing opened his eyes and saw that it was him, he was so scared that he raised his hands unconsciously in a gesture of surrender!
Qi Beisong grabbed his throat with one hand, pressed him tightly against the back of the seat, and asked, "What's going on?"
Zhao Xiaojing said: "No... nothing happened!"
"Nothing happened. Are you kidnapping someone?" Qi Beisong narrowed his eyes.
"I... I... It's not me! It's them! They..." Zhao Xiaojing turned around to look for his men, but found that he was the only one left in the car, the rest were gone!
Qi Beisong pulled him out of the car.
"Beisong, I... I..."
Suddenly Cheng Ji shouted, "The traffic police are here!"
The three looked up and saw that the motorcycle with red and blue police lights flashing had appeared at the intersection, and there was probably follow-up support.
"Something bad has happened! Let's go, let's go!" Zhao Xiaojing rolled and crawled back to drive.
Qi Beisong said: "Get in my car!"
Cheng Ji moved quickly and jumped onto the Land Rover in front first, followed closely by Qi Beisong and Zhao Xiaojing.
Qi Beisong stepped on the accelerator before he was even seated firmly. Half of Zhao Xiaojing's body fell outside. He screamed in fear and finally closed the door.
"Fuck! Qi Beisong, what are you doing?!" Zhao Xiaojing asked in shock.
Qi Beisong glanced at him, then looked at Cheng Ji in the rearview mirror and asked, "Are you okay?"
Cheng Ji said, "Open it quickly!"
The traffic police did not chase the Land Rover, but stopped in front of Zhao Xiaojing's car, and called for support again after finding that there was no one in the car. More than a minute later, three supporting police cars arrived. At this time, the Land Rover had turned onto another road and disappeared in the vast sea of cars.
"Bei... Beisong, where are we going?" Zhao Xiaojing dared to speak after a few minutes.
Qi Beisong asked: "How long did you drink last night?"
Zhao Xiaojing exhaled and smelled his hand: "Does it smell?"
"It stinks." said Qi Beisong.
"It wasn't that late," Zhao Xiaojing scratched his head, "I don't quite remember, two or three o'clock, or three or four? Anyway, it wasn't even dawn yet! I slept, took a shower, and changed clothes, so why did it still stink?"
"Huh." Qi Beisong said, "Did you drink the night before last?"
"Oh, it's been a long time. Let me think about it. It seems... there are a few bites."
"So you did this because you became demented due to drinking?" Qi Beisong asked gloomily.
"What...what's the matter?" Zhao Xiaojing played dumb.
"What are you talking about?!" Qi Beisong was furious.
Zhao Xiaojing was so scared that he covered his ears for a moment, then let go of his hands and said aggrievedly: "Beisong, are you arguing with me?"
He pointed at Cheng Ji and yelled, "We have never quarreled since we were little! You are quarreling with me over something like this?!"
"How can you talk like that?" Qi Beisong said through gritted teeth, "Apologize to him!"
"I won't!" Zhao Xiaojing also wanted to save face, "What an idiot, is it my turn to apologize to him?!"
"Do you want to apologize?"
"No! He is a rapist, did you know that?!"
Qi Beisong was so shocked that he almost shifted into the wrong gear: "What? Who?"
"My girl... No!" Zhao Xiaojing straightened his already round belly, "My buddy! The bald guy who was sitting in the car! He can even kill someone so ugly, do you think he is crazy? Should I tie him up?"
Cheng Ji chuckled and laughed angrily.
Qi Beisong looked at him in the rearview mirror, and was furious: "Zhao Xiaojing, Zhao Xiaojing, even if you lie, you have to tell it on the spot. You have embarrassed your father!"
"He's a rapist! He's a pervert! He's a hooligan!" Zhao Xiaojing said three times in a row, "Qi Beisong! We've known each other for more than 20 years, and you're actually yelling at me for a stranger! Are you worthy of me?"
"you… "
Cheng Ji patted Qi Beisong's shoulder in the front row and said, "Stop arguing. It's giving me a headache."
"What on earth did they do to you?" Qi Beisong asked.
Cheng Ji said, "We'll settle the score later. Take me to the hospital to get stitches first."
Qi Beisong swerved the steering wheel and quickly pulled over to the side of the road. He turned his head to look at him and discovered that his face looked extremely bad under the oil and dirt. His delicate brows were tightly knitted, his lips were pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat beads the size of soybeans.
"What's wrong?!"
Cheng Ji then stretched out his hand, which had been resting on his waist, to show him, only to see that his palm was covered in blood.
"We were fighting in the car just now, and his subordinate - the bald guy I was going to rape - stabbed me with a triangular thorn." Cheng Ji said with a slight breath, "I felt fine when I was lying on the ground, but now the bleeding is getting worse. I feel that the wound caused by this thing is very difficult to heal, and I don't know how deep it pierced..."
Qi Beisong turned and moved forward, without even a second's hesitation, he shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator: "Go!!"
"Drive faster, I don't want to die yet..." Cheng Ji said softly, his strength was released along with the blood.
He endured the pain in his lower back, felt dizzy and had to use his forehead to press against the back of the front seat, and finally slid down slowly...
"Just hold on!" Qi Beisong gritted his teeth.
The speed of the Land Rover quickly soared from 0 to 120, and Zhao Xiaojing was frightened by the sudden push on his back from the speeding car.
"Beisong! Qi Beisong! Shit! Ahhhh this is in the city, not on the highway!!"
"Zhao Xiaojing," Qi Beisong said as he was madly overtaking, "If you know what's best for you, just keep your fucking voice down. I'm not done with you after this is resolved!!"
The author has something to say: Happy New Year everyone!
The update will be updated early today, the 1st, because it needs to be added to the favorites. The update tomorrow, the 2nd, will be very late, around 11pm. Don't wait in the morning. The update will be restored to the fixed 8am on the 3rd.