Han Lieye was just about to explain a previous misunderstanding when he saw the scene through the floor-to-ceiling window, and rage suddenly erupted within him.
But when he burst in, Xi Mengjun was roughly shoved once more.
Two hooligans were surrounding the stunningly beautiful Xi Mengjun, spouting filth, wanting to get handsy.
Cliché, but indeed it came without warning.
Han Lieye was furious yet calm, his face void of any expression; only his dark eyes concealed an extreme, chilling murderous intent.
Now is not the time to strike back; it could easily be construed as mutual combat.
Proficient in criminal law, Han Lieye’s eyes flickered as he hurriedly rushed over. While protecting the two women, he nodded and bowed to the thugs.
"Sirs, I’m so sorry. The young lady doesn’t know any better..."
SLAP! Han Lieye’s face took a harsh blow.
Xi Mengjun was dumbfounded.
Pain, grievance, and bewilderment flashed through her eyes, bright as spring water.
She didn’t understand. It was already 2013, so why were such things still happening?
He was the ever-so-proud Han Lieye, President Han, who wouldn’t even frown after losing two hundred million yuan. Yet now, he was groveling and even taking slaps for her...
She didn’t cry when she was hit, but now, tears inexplicably rolled down her face.
She wanted to rush over to protect him, but he firmly kept her behind himself.
Han Lieye quickly opened his briefcase, pulling out an entire stack of sealed banknotes, nodding and bowing as he handed them to the thugs.
"I’m so sorry, Boss. It’s on me, please..."
One thug slapped the banknotes away. "You damn bastard!"
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It’s still not enough... Acting now would risk being charged for excessive self-defense!
Han Lieye staggered back, his briefcase falling to the ground, its zipper wide open, revealing a stack of red banknotes inside.
As a CEO, he always carried a large amount of cash in his bag.
Meanwhile, a second thug swung a chair, aiming it directly at Han Lieye’s head. A third thug had already grabbed Xi Luting’s friend by the hair, dragging her forcefully towards the exit. The first thug, seeing the open briefcase, casually picked it up and swaggeringly slung it over his shoulder.
Provocation, intentional injury, robbery, gang crime...
Finally, it was enough!
Amid Xi Mengjun’s shrill cries, Han Lieye shouldered the chair, deliberately collided with a dining table, and then "casually" grabbed about four or five iron skewers.
At this point, the gang of thugs were outrageously overconfident.
Similarly, the readers’ emotions were also pushed to the limit.
In the midst of the commotion, Han Lieye’s eyes blazed with wildfire as he turned and charged!
The first strike stabbed at the eyes, the second pierced the throat.
What looked like wild flailing due to extreme agitation was actually executed with vicious precision.
The second and third thugs fell to the ground on the spot, while the first thug, intentionally spared by Han Lieye, scampered out of the store in terror.
His buddies yelled, "Get him!"
After a fierce fight, the thugs lay all over the floor, leaving only the first thug, relatively unscathed, who fled towards the recessed corner.
That was... the blind spot of the surveillance.
Staggering after the thug, Han Lieye suddenly slowed his pace as he stepped out of the camera’s field of view and straightened up.
He lightly flexed his hands, then twisted his neck.
His long neck emitted a series of sharp CRACKS, like a battle horn.
Trapped in a dead end, the thug picked up a piece of brick, howling as he charged back.
Han Lieye stood tall and silent as a mountain.
When the thug got close, a perfectly executed front kick sent him flying.
Where was the clumsiness from before now?!
Han Lieye slid his left hand into his pocket, sauntering forward.
The thug cried and cursed as he struggled to his feet.
Han Lieye took a step forward, delivering another sweeping low kick with effortless grace.
With a crisp sound, the thug fell to his knees, clutching his leg and wailing.
"Brother, brother, I was wrong! I was drunk earlier, please forgive me! My brother is..."
Han Lieye kicked him again, flipping him over, then crouched down and picked up the brick from earlier.
"Your left hand touched my girlfriend, right? Come on, stretch out your hand."
The thug was far from willing.
Weeping and begging for mercy, not a trace of his previous arrogance.
Han Lieye paid him no mind, pressing one knee onto his shoulder blade and stepping on his elbow joint.
Without a word, resolute and meticulous, he positioned the thug’s left hand in front of him.
The thug couldn’t break free, but he clenched his fist tightly, crying and begging for mercy.
Han Lieye chuckled lightly and swung the brick down hard on the clenched fist.
One hit, two, three...
Pleas turned into screams, screams into wails, and wails into groans...
The alleyway seemed to turn into hell, a devil tormenting a demon.
Not until the hand was smashed beyond recognition did Han Lieye finally let go of it.
Just as the thug was recovering a bit, he heard that relaxed, deep, magnetic voice again.
"Your right hand slapped my girlfriend, right? Come on, stretch it out."
The thug completely fell apart.
"No, no, no! Big Brother! Ancestor!" he wailed.
The only response was the dull sound of strikes.
After the execution, Han Lieye rolled the thug onto his back, pulled a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, and leisurely wiped his hands while he chatted casually.
"Do you know why I only went for your hands?"
"Crushing you to death with the brick... would’ve been too easy on you."