Chapter 57

Zhao Zhiqiang took the initiative and gave no chance to the other party.

There was no need to change tactics; the arm that was already pressing against the man's neck began to channel spiritual energy, and the strength rapidly increased!

"What a powerful force!" The bald man grunted!

Before the bald man could finish his exclamation, the large hand that he had blocked had already pushed his hand away and firmly pressed against his neck. At the same time, his arm holding the knife also lost its grip on the weapon.

Trouble!

The man inwardly called out in alarm, but he couldn't escape or move at all.

With no choice, he immediately wrapped his legs around Zhao Zhiqiang, preventing him from applying more pressure, and the two immediately rolled into a tangle.

However, Zhao Zhiqiang ignored the impact on his lower body; his hand had already reached the other person's throat!

Two fingers, like fire tongs, deeply embedded in the flesh, the throat made a cracking sound, and the man's limbs went limp and powerless!

Throat lock.

He knew he was finished. With a little more force, he would be dead, and a hint of reluctance flashed in his eyes!

However, Zhao Zhiqiang had no intention of killing him. Even if he were to kill, it wouldn't be here. Moreover, since Zhao Zhiqiang had been discharged, he had vowed to live as an ordinary person and never kill again.

Although this person was here to cause trouble, he didn't have the intention to kill.

Crack!

Crack!

Two kicks, and the tall bald man immediately fell at Zhao Zhiqiang's feet.

His legs were broken at the knees; even if Zhao Zhiqiang let him go, he couldn't walk.

"Ahhh!" A long, agonized scream...

Outside.

The city's special police team, who had come to capture Lone Wolf, still hadn't moved.

Deputy team leader Chen Linlin gave a gesture to wait, as the situation had changed, and there was another person here.

She heard from Lone Wolf's words that the man inside might be someone he knew. Since Lone Wolf knew him, he needed further identification. At least the two women were temporarily out of danger.

The scene just now had frightened the mother and daughter so much that they were trembling all over.

The bald man's fat face was pressed directly against Zhao Zhiqiang's foot.

Zhao Zhiqiang stepped on the distorted face and ground it a few times.

Unable to bear the pain, the man immediately let out a groan but didn't scream.

"Hey, you feel pain too, huh? According to what I know, special forces training makes this kind of pain nothing. Looks like you still need more training." After saying that, he immediately twisted the man's arm again.

The face pressed against the pebbles immediately had the skin scraped off, and blood flowed into the water, spreading a light red color!

Zhao Zhiqiang didn't pay attention to the little girl who was trying to get out of the water, nor did he care about the man with the broken legs under his feet. He calmly took out the pack of cigarettes that Gu Quanyou had bought for him, soft Zhonghua.

He felt around but couldn't find a lighter; it had fallen on the table where he had rested earlier.

At this moment, the wet girl, Li Bingxiang, had found her bra, but her clothes had been torn. She was at a loss, trying to untie her mother's bindings but couldn't manage it, and she was about to cry.

Subconsciously, she looked at the familiar and strong big brother, Zhao Zhiqiang. Three years ago, even four or five years ago, in her memory, he was a great, towering figure. She thought he was going to... Now she understood, he had saved her and her mother.

Zhao Zhiqiang sat at the rest table, his foot pressing on the man's face, and coldly asked, "Speak, who sent you? How much money? What am I worth? If you speak well, I'll give you a reward."

"Spit!" The man spat coldly and said nothing.

"Huh, not bad, you have some backbone—good, I haven't played with anyone in a long time. I want to see if your bones are harder or my methods are harder!" Zhao Zhiqiang grabbed the man's arm!

Crack.

Another sound, and the arm was dislocated. Another scream followed.

"Will you speak?"

"I, I have principles, I won't betray my employer. Besides, I don't even know who paid to break your legs."

"Hey, you don't know, huh... Let's see if you know this!" Zhao Zhiqiang suddenly swung the machete down!

"Ahh— I, I know..." The man never expected that the target would directly kill him without even asking two questions!

The knife stopped just in front of his eyes, the cold blade pressing against his brow, making the bald man break out in a cold sweat and wet his pants.

The speed and control of the knife were simply inhuman. The man now realized how tough he had stepped on!

From the way he wielded the knife, it was clear he was a special forces soldier. Damn, why didn't the employer mention that the opponent had such strength?

Zhao Zhiqiang used the flat of the knife to pat the bald man's face, "Brother, I also have principles. Speak. You only have one chance."

After saying that, he took out the cigarette again.

Just as he was thinking about the lack of a lighter, a timid voice accompanied by a soft, smooth little hand appeared in front of him. A fifty-cent disposable lighter "pop" ignited the flame.

"Brother, I'll light it for you—thank, thank Brother Zhiqiang for saving me and my mom." Li Bingxiang, now dressed, with a faint fragrance, stood beside Zhao Zhiqiang.

Zhao Zhiqiang glanced at her and lit the cigarette, "Oh, Little Xiang, go wait by your mom, I need to ask this guy some questions."

"Okay." The obedient little girl took light steps back to her mother's side, the lighter she had found in her mother's pocket.

Today was the 29th of the 12th lunar month. Her family was so poor they couldn't afford a bath. In the past, they had come at midnight when there was an old lady guarding the place, but today they encountered this sudden kidnapper on the road, and the bathhouse was completely empty. Li Bingxiang was still trembling with fear.

Lan Baihe on the ground was so scared she wet herself. She felt a bit better only after Zhao Zhiqiang came to save her. The lighter was her idea to give to her daughter. Now, neither of them dared to speak much, pitifully waiting for Zhao Zhiqiang to deal with the kidnapper, fearing he might rise up and resist. They had no idea what to do.

Soon, the man revealed his name and identity.

Lone Wolf, taking jobs for money, a ruthless mercenary. Someone paid 50,000 yuan per leg to break both of his legs!

Under Zhao Zhiqiang's pressure, he even revealed the cases he had done over the years, the time, place, and number of people injured, all in detail. He couldn't bear the needle in Zhao Zhiqiang's head, the feeling of thousands of ants drilling into his heart, which was a thousand times worse than death!

"Please, give me a quick death, I, I!"

"Shut up, I'm afraid of dirtying my hands by killing you—"

Crack!

He dislocated the bald man's jaw and tore off the disguise from his head and face, "Pretty professional!"

It was a young man in his mid-twenties, with short hair, not so yellow complexion, and a passable appearance, completely different from the bald man's image.

Leaving the Lone Wolf, who had three of his four limbs dislocated by special techniques, he went to untie the professional ropes on Li Bingxiang's mother, but unexpectedly saw a white, soft object!

His vision blurred!

A sight he had never seen before!

The abundant energy in his body was immediately aroused by the sight.

His throat tightened, and a hot fire rose in his lower abdomen, as if his whole body was about to burst into flames.

He was hard.

But at that moment, he suddenly heard a faint sound in his ears, apart from the wind.

"Someone."

At least four. Zhao Tiejun, you really went all out to get me, 50,000 yuan per leg, damn it!

Zhao Zhiqiang's anger surged.

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