The female president's mad dragon bodyguard

Under the dim light, the man shook his wrinkled shirt and put on his clothes with a satisfied face, as if he didn't notice two or three long scratches on his arms.

These wounds seemed to have been scratched by a woman's fingernails.

As the shirt buttons were fastened one by one, his belly was also tightly covered.

Turning around and walking to the door of the box, he turned on the brightest light, and after arranging his appearance in front of the mirror beside him, he gave the young woman lying on the sofa a look.

"Bah! I have already said that if you cooperate a bit, you won't have to suffer."

Zhang Heming's eyes were frivolous, and his tone carried a trace of obvious disgust.

Obviously, he was not satisfied from the bottom of his heart just now.

And the woman on the sofa at the side didn't react, like a puppet that lost its soul, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier above her head with out-of-focus eyes.

The dazzling light made her shed two lines of tears.

She was lying disheveled on the red patent leather sofa, and her exposed flesh didn't look good, with pinch marks and scars from the belt.

At this time, she had long forgotten to leave herself with the last trace of dignity.

Because my dignity has been completely trampled underfoot by this man.

Zhang Heming stared at the woman in a daze with satisfaction, walked over and grabbed her chin fiercely.

"Don't forget what I said just now, little girl, you'd better keep what happened tonight a secret, because no one will save you."

The woman flinched in fright, and when her eyes regained clarity, the hatred in her eyes instantly overflowed. She stared straight at Zhang Heming in front of her, but she didn't dare to do anything.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Heming was very satisfied with this young woman's reaction.

"That's right, don't do anything, and naturally I won't find anyone to embarrass you. I also took a picture just now. If you dare to call the police, then you just wait and see. I just went in to lock up a few God, the rest of your life will be ruined."

Before leaving, he took a meaningful look at the tearful woman, and his wretched eyes seemed to be still reminiscing about the feeling just now.

It wasn't until she heard the sound of the door being closed that the woman couldn't help crying hysterically.

She was just an ordinary person who came here to get drunk alone because of a broken relationship. She opened a private room by herself and didn't invite other friends, she just wanted to be quiet by herself.

Unexpectedly, just when she was depressed, this person got the keychain of the box from nowhere, barged in arbitrarily, and was about to lay hands on her.

At the very beginning, she thought about resisting, but she was powerless to resist at all. Faced with her disobedience, that despicable and shameless man used all kinds of means to make her clearly witness her own unbearable and humiliation.

Just when she was threatening this man, he said that he was related to a certain important person in the capital, and he would never be afraid of her because of this.

And Zhang Heming's name made her lose all hope, and she could only let him insult him and then say such insulting words, but she was powerless to fight back.

Zhang Heming, who packed himself up, received a call as soon as he went out.

The caller was precisely the person Li Jizhong sent to help him.

"Brother Zhang, the goods are quite difficult to deal with. Otherwise, you should come here yourself. The four of us can't subdue this together."

Zhang Heming's eyes became sharp in an instant, he cursed a trash and walked towards the warehouse behind the clubhouse.

Originally, when the clubhouse was first built, it was used as a cold storage room. Later, because the line suddenly failed to be repaired one day, it was abandoned.

Thinking that his brother would not come here usually, he brought a few people sent by Li Jizhong to turn this abandoned cold storage into a slaughterhouse. He also changed a lock specially to prevent others from entering by mistake.

And what those people were talking about was naturally the homeless man who just came to the club these two days.

When Zhang Heming arrived, several people were still chasing the homeless man in a hurry.

He was thin but nimble, and he thought he was vulnerable, but even though three burly men chased him in the huge warehouse for a long time, they couldn't catch up with him.

If the door hadn't been locked, the homeless man would have run out long ago.

Zhang Heming mercilessly ran in with a sharp dagger.

At first, the homeless didn't think anything was wrong. After all, two fists were hard to beat with four hands. After running for a long time, everyone's physical strength was exhausted, not to mention that Zhang Heming still had a sharp knife in his hand, which kept hitting the homeless man. psychological defense.

Under the siege of several people, the homeless man was finally forced into a small corner.

Seeing this, he also shivered, knowing that his chances of winning were not high, and he was so frightened.

Staring at the homeless man in front of him like a frightened bird, Zhang Heming laughed wildly.

He grabbed the man by the collar and banged his head against the wall until the sticky red liquid dripped from the man's head and onto his hands.

Out of instinct to survive, the homeless man gritted his teeth and grabbed at random. He missed Zhang Heming's shirt pocket, but touched the keychain that opened the door. He tightly held the small red round card in his hand.

And at this moment, Zhang Heming stabbed the knife into the dirty homeless man's chest almost effortlessly.

Panting, he stretched out his hand again and slapped the lifeless homeless man several times before feeling relieved.

"Damn bad luck, not even a tramp can be subdued."

Zhang Heming stared angrily at the several cowering strong men.

"When you bring the goods next time, just bring a knife with you. If you don't obey me, stab him to death first."

Several people didn't dare to vent their anger, what Zhang Heming said was what.

After all, Li Jizhong had told them to obey Zhang He's words, and they had no choice but to follow suit.

"Also, try not to make any noise, just give it a good blow. If someone finds out, you'll all lose your life."

Zhang Heming had just exercised on the bed, and chased the homeless man on the ground for a long time. At this moment, he only felt that his feet were sloppy, and he almost fainted.

The men on the other side naturally agreed submissively, but they were not convinced in their hearts.

"Pick up everything that can be used in a while, don't waste it, just throw it in the garbage dump if you don't need it, and find a place to bury it if you're worried."

After giving these precautions, Zhang Heming staggered back to the clubhouse to rest for a while.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, he vaguely heard the sound of kicking footsteps mixed with the roar of men and the cries of women.

"Someone jumped off the building!"