When Cheng Ji went upstairs, Zhao Xiaojing was standing in the toilet with his eyes closed, flushing the toilet. His body was swaying and he had not yet woken up. All that could be seen was his two thick hairy legs spread wide apart under his bathrobe.
Zhao Xiaojing has everything, including wine, women, money and power. He likes anything that stimulates him. In addition to playing with people last night, he probably drank a lot of dirty water. He is really not afraid of death.
Cheng Ji tiptoed past the toilet and saw that the door was wide open, and he was still mumbling, "Humph... Looking for me... Get lost, Qi, I'm done with you, I won't bother with you anymore... I won't call you for anything good in the future..."
Cheng Ji crossed his arms, leaned against the door and waited.
Finally, Zhao Xiaojing finished his long pee, walked out with sleepy eyes, stumbling over his left foot and right foot. When he suddenly saw his face, he was so scared that he screamed!
"You... who are you?! How did you get in?!"
Cheng Ji shook his head regretfully: "Tsk tsk tsk, you drank so much that even your father didn't recognize you."
Zhao Xiaojing fixed his eyes, shook his head, fixed his eyes again, and finally figured out who he was. This was even more terrifying!
"Fuck! You...you you you you!!!" Zhao Xiaojing fell to the ground.
Finally, he came to his senses and roared, "I know, it was Qi Beisong who brought you here! Qi Beisong! You idiot! You are a traitor!!!"
Cheng Ji put on a displeased face: "Since we've broken up, why are you still calling her by her name? Keep your fucking mouth shut!"
Zhao Xiaojing tried to escape, but how could he escape? Cheng Jilian could handle a man as strong as Qi Beisong. Catching Zhao Xiaojing was like catching a chick—a chick weighing more than 180 kilograms.
Zhao Xiaojing was about the same height as Cheng Ji, but he was at least twice as wide as him, with a belly full of flesh. Although the fat man was heavy, he could roll. Cheng Ji used his skill to throw Qi Beisong, and he did the same to Zhao Xiaojing. In just one round, he twisted the opponent to the ground and made him scream like a ghost.
"Does it hurt?" Cheng Ji twisted his joints and pressed him, "It hurt when you stabbed me with a knife."
“It’s not me!!” Zhao Xiaojing shouted, “It’s the bald guy!!”
"Everyone is waiting. Dad won't let him go."
Cheng Ji took out a plastic cable tie with a smile.
Zhao Xiaojing was tied up like a fat dumpling and twisted on the floor, cursing all the time.
"You idiot! You rapist! Fuck your mother!!"
Cheng Ji squatted beside him and said, "You have a foul mouth! Last time you stuffed my mouth with the car cleaning rag - you must be trying to make excuses that it wasn't you, right? Don't shirk responsibility, I'm blaming you - this time I brought my rag with me, I used it to clean my shoes, it's the same as yours."
As he said that, he stuffed a piece of dirty cloth into Zhao Xiaojing's mouth, blocking it tightly!
Of course, he couldn't have brought a piece of cloth from Changkang Hospital. He saw the cloth when he was waiting for Qi Beisong on the porch. It could be said that he was taking from the people and giving it back to the people.
Now I can finally take out the knife.
Cheng Ji is a weird guy. He is obviously a good guy, so innocent that he will blush if he is flirted with casually, but he is very thorough in pretending to be a bad guy.
He opened Zhao Xiaojing's bathrobe, tapped his protruding belly with the back of a knife, and said with a smile: "Oh my, look at the meat on the ribs! It should be sold for fifty cents a pound, right? You ask why it's so cheap? Because it's all lymph nodes! You ask why lymph nodes grow on ribs? How does Dad know you? If you were a human, would you have such long ones?"
Zhao Xiaojing twisted desperately.
Cheng Jiqiao: "Your father dared to beat Qi Beisong, he must be a very dangerous person, and you actually dared to kill me, are you fucking stupid?"
Knock again.
"I'm going to tattoo another word on your back. We won't be innovative anymore. Let's tattoo 'Serve the country with all our heart and soul'! No, four words are too few. They can't express your father's feelings. I'm going to tattoo 'Serve the country with all our heart and soul'!"
Knock again.
"Do you know that I am most afraid of injections? Because how many injections have you had? What about the anesthesia needle, the infusion needle, the indwelling needle, the suture needle... Can I take those injections for nothing? Hmm? I'm asking you a question! If you don't say anything, are you looking down on your father?"
Zhao Xiaojing had his mouth stuffed and was sobbing.
Still knocking.
"I have had good skin since I was a child, smooth and silky without even a single pore. Now you've left a scar on my lower back. The pain is a minor issue, but the entire skin is damaged! I can't sell it for a good price! Shouldn't you peel off the skin and compensate me?"
Zhao Xiaojing shook his head desperately.
"You don't want to?" Cheng Ji knocked fiercely, "If you don't want to, Dad will scratch your mother anyway!"
Fortunately, Zhao Xiaojing had let me go before, otherwise I would have been scared to death!
Cheng Ji had an unfathomable smile on his face, and continued to pat his belly slowly with the cold blade, not knowing when he would stab him.
"Wuwuwu!!" Zhao Xiaojing's face was covered with tears and snot.
"What are you talking about?" Cheng Ji leaned closer to listen.
“Wuwuwuwuwu!!!”
In fact, Zhao Xiaojing was already scared and said something like "I was wrong" or "Please forgive me", but Cheng Ji refused to admit it.
"What? You're still saying 'you idiot' and 'fuck your mother'?" Cheng Ji narrowed his eyes. "Zhao Xiaojing, you have a really foul mouth. You won't cry until you see the coffin. Don't blame your father for being cruel."
Cheng Ji put away the knife, found a suitable angle, and punched Zhao Xiaojing in the left eye socket!
Of course he didn't want to cut the other person's flesh, but fighting was necessary.
"You can't speak, so dad will teach you how to speak; you can't behave, so dad will teach you how to behave. Now apologize to dad!" he said angrily.
Zhao Xiaojing nearly fainted from the pain and lay on the bedroom floor like a puddle of mud.
Cheng Ji grabbed the collar of his bathrobe and lifted him up: "Tsk, you're so heavy, what did you eat to grow up? Daddy is so fucking petite compared to you!"
He looked at Zhao Xiaojing's fat face, smiled, and punched him, blackening his other eye.
Zhao Xiaojing fainted.
"..." Cheng Ji said, "What's going on? I haven't even started yet..."
He scratched his head and went downstairs to find Qi Beisong.
Qi Beisong was standing on the porch, smoking and watching the snow. When he saw him come out, he asked, "So soon? Is your wound not fully healed yet? Is it still painful?"
Cheng Ji shook his head and asked, "Does Zhao Xiaojing have a heart disease?"
Qi Beisong said: "I have never heard of it."
"I punched him twice, and he seemed to be gone."
Qi Beisong threw away his cigarette butt and said, "It's fake."
"Um?"
Qi Beisong said, "He can have sex with three girls in one night, how could he be so weak? I have taken him to many group fights since he was a child. People in our courtyard and the courtyard next door don't like him. They say he is timid and cunning. When fighting, he either runs away, hides, or plays dead. In short, he is not like a man. Come on, I will go up with you!"
"Aren't you going to avoid suspicion?" Cheng Ji asked.
Qi Beisong laughed and said, "Why are you still avoiding suspicion now? Didn't you hear him scold me?"
The two went upstairs and, as expected, Zhao Xiaojing was looking for his phone to call someone. Unfortunately, his hands were tied behind his back, and he was fat, which made it inconvenient for him to unlock the phone.
Cheng Ji was immediately furious. He felt that Zhao Xiaojing was not even a weakling on the inside, but just a fat-headed idiot!
The rules of society are also the rules of the underworld. You feel good when you unreasonably bully others, but if they come to you to ask for an explanation, you have to admit it and take the blame. How can you pretend to be unconscious and deceive others
When Zhao Xiaojing saw Qi Beisong, he burst into tears. Although his hands and feet were tied, he still tried his best to move towards him, asking his childhood friend to plead for him.
Qi Beisong got even angrier when he saw him like that!
Everyone is a little selfish, especially in front of the person they like, they always hope that the people and things around them are decent. Qi Beisong felt pretty good at first, but Zhao Xiaojing didn't give him any face at all! Since the thing has been done and the person has been scolded, isn't it better to be tough to the end
He said, "Zhao Xiaojing, you deserve it."
He pointed at Cheng Ji and said, "I usually don't even have time to comfort him, but you dare to stab him with a knife! In this situation today, if he doesn't beat you up, I will!"
Cheng Ji thought: Who should I appease
Zhao Xiaojing was also startled: "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu??"
Translated, it means: What do you mean? Didn't you say he framed you? That's why I helped you get revenge. What's your relationship with him
Qi Beisong was indeed a childhood friend, he could actually understand. He pinched Zhao Xiaojing's fat face and whispered in his ear: "What's the relationship? Can't you see it? I told you long ago that he is not someone you can touch. Try to touch him next time!"
The voice was so soft that Cheng Ji didn't hear it, and Qi Beisong didn't actually say anything, but it was very suggestive, and Zhao Xiaojing's eyes were filled with despair.
Qi Beisong was about to go downstairs and said to Cheng Ji, "I'll go back to the car and wait for you. Come down after you've let out enough air."
“…Oh.” Cheng Ji was a little confused.
Anyway, since Zhao Xiaojing is pretending, he will not be polite!
He walked towards Zhao Xiaojing with a smile: "You are going to pretend to be dead, right? Fortunately, your Master Qi saw through it, otherwise I would have been fooled by you. Anyway, Dad didn't come here to do anything big today. Whatever you did to me last time, I will return it to you in the same way. I won't take advantage of you, and I can't suffer any loss either."
As he said this, he slapped Zhao Xiaojing more than ten times with both hands, making his face swollen half an inch.
Then he cut the cable ties on Zhao Xiaojing's hands and feet, pulled the rag out of his mouth, grabbed him and laid him on the ground, twisting, pulling and squeezing him, just like practicing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.
Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu is also called Gracie Jiu-Jitsu. Its main strategy is grappling. It does not rely on routines nor brute force. It relies on... should be physics, levers, fulcrums, force points, focus points and the like. Once a master drags the opponent to the ground, he basically forms a controlling situation.
Many jiu-jitsu practitioners are not very strong and have poor resistance to blows, but as long as they use the right techniques, it is no problem for them to knock down someone who is twice as tall and strong as them.
Zhao Xiaojing's fighting power is roughly equivalent to 0.1 Qi Beisong, and he didn't even know how to fight back, he just howled like a ghost.
Cheng Ji felt more and more bored the more he twisted the sand. He felt like he was rubbing a sandbag, and a sandbag used for flood control. He didn't feel any sense of accomplishment at all. He might as well go home and play with Qi Beisong!
So he decided to end it, and with that last move he helped Zhao Xiaojing to stand firmly, stepped back three steps and looked at him for a moment, then took a short run and kicked him against the wall.
Zhao Xiaojing's butt fell along the wall and hit the ground with a "bang".
Cheng Ji was extremely bored and spat, "With your level, you're still causing trouble everywhere?"
Of course he knew that the people who loved to stir up trouble the most in the world were people like Zhao Xiaojing, and there were quite a lot of them.
This kind of person has no ability but is very arrogant. He relies on his status and money, knows a few gangsters, and has followers who blow his trumpet in his ears. As a result, he is complacent, overbearing, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. He is so inflated that he even forgets his own name and surname. He only knows to restrain himself when he encounters a tough situation.
Zhao Xiaojing was still unconscious. He saw Cheng Ji was about to leave through his swollen eyes, so he spoke with difficulty: "Hey..."
Cheng Ji turned around.
Zhao Xiaojing coughed in pain and said hoarsely: "You... fuck... from the beginning to the end it was you and that idiot Qi Beisong... teamed up to play tricks on me, right?"
"Bah, you are so rare!" Cheng Ji said, "Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of our cooperation?"
"Pretend... Pretend again..." Zhao Xiaojing's mind was a little fuzzy after being beaten, and he spoke incoherently, "I have evidence... You guys are playing tricks on me... I have fucking evidence... Is this fucking popular now?"
Cheng Ji was too lazy to pay attention to him and turned around to go downstairs.
Zhao Xiaojing was still mumbling, but Cheng Ji could no longer hear him.
"You are Qi Beisong's mistress... What new tricks do you have? You even reported me to the police station... You are just being naughty, right? You dragged me in as a scapegoat... You are making fun of me..."
"... I have evidence... I took photos in the emergency room that day... You were fucking naked, hanging on Qi Beisong's neck... You fooled that idiot and made him lose his mind... What the fuck... "
Zhao Xiaojing finally couldn't bear it anymore and temporarily lost consciousness.
Cheng Ji came out of the villa and climbed into Qi Beisong's car.
Qi Beisong saw that he was depressed and asked, "What's wrong? Are you still not satisfied?"
Cheng Ji said, "It's boring, just like beating a pig's trotter. I actually fell for his trick, how pathetic!"
Qi Beisong asked: "Who would be interesting to fight?"
Cheng Ji leaned against the car window and said half-seriously, "You."
Qi Beisong smiled and said, "My muscles are springy to the touch, right?"
Cheng Ji didn't think much about it, and really came up to touch it, and then said, "Yeah."
Qi Beisong was almost stunned by his touch, and it took him a long time to say, "Where are you touching?"
Cheng Ji just lifted his clothes and touched his abdominal muscles. There was no other meaning at all. We can call it a "courtesy touch."
Qi Beisong has eight pack abdominal muscles, and Cheng Ji has always envied him. Although he has been training for some time, the results are minimal, especially after he was injured and hospitalized, and some of the weight he had gained was lost again.
"My hands are cold?" Cheng Ji asked.
It wasn't cold. Qi Beisong's body temperature rose rapidly and he almost boiled from his touch!
Qi Beisong was surprised and thought: How can you just... do you know that this is called flirting? !
Cheng Ji was not aware of this, and was still blinking and smiling, his eyelashes fluttering: "It's really bouncy, very good!"
Good... Good uncle! You don't understand human affairs at all! !
Qi Beisong was so angry that he slammed the car door and got out to smoke!
"What are you doing again?" Cheng Ji thought he was weird.
Qi Beisong was so annoyed that he smoked two cigarettes before coming up. He started by criticizing seriously: "Next time, don't touch people randomly! You need to get their consent!"
In fact, Cheng Ji had been observing him through the car window and found his expression changing so quickly funny, although he didn't know why.
"Okay, okay, I don't know how to be polite. Mr. Qi, Mr. Qi, Young Master Qi, I'll listen to you."
"Don't call me Master Qi," Qi Beisong said, "That's how Chen Chuan and the others call me as a joke."
"Then why didn't you object when they called you?"
I feel uncomfortable because it's you, Qi Beisong thought, how polite!
"Let's go. I'll take you back to Changkang Hospital," he said.
Cheng Ji hummed obediently.
Suddenly Qi Beisong asked again: "Besides punching Zhao Xiaojing a few times, what else did you do to him?"
"I strangled him a few times."
Qi Beisong was quite curious about Cheng Ji's fighting skills, and immediately asked, "Did you use the same jutsu that strangled me last time?"
"Um."
Qi Beisong asked: "Honestly, where did you learn your fighting skills? Don't tell me you learned it from watching TV. TV shows don't teach military and police how to fight."
"I used to have a master." Cheng Ji said, "His status was similar to that of Boss Lei, also a retired special forces soldier, but he should be more experienced and more powerful than him, because when my master started teaching me, he was already over 50 years old, a middle-aged man, but several young guys couldn't get close to him."
Qi Beisong nodded: "Did you learn judo from him too?"
"No, I have another jiu-jitsu master. He's younger and has a bad temper. I once refused to admit defeat and ended up getting dislocated by him."
Qi Beisong felt uncomfortable when he heard the word "dislocation". He had an urge to fight with his master, but he suppressed it and asked, "When did they start teaching you? When you were in high school or college?"
Cheng Ji immediately knew that he had let the cat out of the bag!
He was a poor student whose father had died and whose mother was sick. He couldn't even afford the tuition. How could he afford to hire two masters who specialized in martial arts? Things from the previous life must not be mixed up!
"Time, the summer vacation between high school and college." He said, "In summer camp!"
"Just this much time?"
"I have good understanding!"
Qi Beisong did not ask any more questions, as he did not hear anything wrong.
Cheng Ji was a little flustered, looking ahead at the car and pretending to be calm, when he suddenly heard Qi Beisong say, "Didn't you say you wanted to thank me? You don't have to treat me to a meal, give me something else."
"Eh? What to change?"
Qi Beisong raised his eyebrows and said, "Since you are healed and can fight, then practice with me. I am still not convinced!"