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His sinister gaze made people feel intimidated. Those two men were after all for money. Seeing Luo Qingqing's death now, they left in fright, afraid that Fu Zhirong would suddenly change his mind.

Fu Zhirong raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the confinement wife who was holding the child. The confinement wife trembled in fright, and took two steps back. If she hadn't held the child in her arms, she would have already run away.

"Don't worry, take good care of the child, I won't treat you badly." Fu Zhirong wanted to comfort Yuesao and give her a reassurance, but his words made Yuesao's eyes a little more panicked.

Afterwards, Fu Zhirong walked up to Ruan Qianya, and gently removed the handkerchief stuffed in her mouth.

She asked angrily in disbelief: "Fu Zhirong, are you crazy? You actually killed her!"

Although Luo Qingqing's intentions were not righteous and she threatened Jing Yihong by robbing her child, but she did not deserve to die.

But Fu Zhirong killed her as easily as if he crushed an ant, without even the slightest hesitation in his eyes.

Fu Zhirong took it for granted, "A woman who can't be used by me, why should I keep her?"

He raised Ruan Qianya's chin alone, and asked her back: "She threatened you with the child just now, and even wanted you to die with the child! Don't you hate him at all?"

"Qianya, I'm helping you here."

The smile at the corner of his mouth made Ruan Qianya shudder. She had seen a knife hidden in his smile just now.

Fu Zhirong untied the rope from Ruan Qianya's body, but tied her hands, leaving a rope in his hand.

"With you and the child in my hands, Jing Yihong has to obediently hand over Qi Sheng!"

Just when Fu Zhirong was about to take Ruan Qianya and the child away, a siren sounded, and Fu Zhirong stopped immediately.

He glanced down from the upstairs window, Jing Yihong and the police had already surrounded the unfinished building.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, he didn't panic in the slightest, he found the mobile phone from Ruan Qianya's body, checked it, and it was exactly as he thought.

Ruan Qianya's mobile phone has long been implanted with a tracking system by Jing Yihong, no matter where Ruan Qianya is, he can find her through the mobile phone signal.

"Jing Yihong really cares about you." As soon as Fu Zhirong finished speaking, he slammed the phone on the ground and stepped on it deliberately.

It was also at this moment that Ruan Qianya knew that Jing Yihong had installed a tracking system on her mobile phone. Thinking of the mischief she had made to him in the past two days, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Jing Yihong called the police just to frighten Luo Qingqing. After all, with Luo Qingqing's courage, Jing Yihong expected that she would not dare to really kill anyone, not to mention that Luo Qingqing had always coveted the identity of Mrs. Jing in her heart.

But Fan Jing Yihong knew that the person in the unfinished building was Fu Zhirong, so he would not be so stupid as to blatantly ask the police to surround him.

Jing Yihong was about to walk into the unfinished building, when the phone in his pocket vibrated a few times suddenly, he picked it up suspiciously, and there was a string of unfamiliar numbers on the screen.

Jing Yihong frowned slightly, and answered the phone suspiciously, "Hello?"

His voice was full of temptation, as he waited for the other party to speak with tense nerves.

After a moment of silence, he heard an extremely familiar voice, which made his heart plunge into the abyss instantly.

"Mr. Jing, don't come here unharmed!"

Jing Yihong's heart trembled, Fu Zhirong!It was him!

He clenched his fists secretly, and asked calmly, "Fu Zhirong, are Chia and the child in your hands?"

It seemed that Luo Qingqing teamed up with him again.

"Mr. Jing's guess is right. I like to deal with smart people." Fu Zhirong reminded: "Now your woman and your children are in my hands, and their life and death are in Mr. Jing's hands." One thought."

Jing Yihong gritted his teeth secretly, and asked coldly, "Tell me, what's the condition?"

Fu Zhirong was also not polite, and said bluntly: "Prepare a helicopter for me, and let me leave here safely."

"Okay, I agree." Jing Yihong was very passive at the moment, for the comfort of Ruan Qianya and the child, he had no choice but to readily agree to Fu Zhirong's request.

Fu Zhirong was not as patient as before this time, he glanced at the time on his watch, and agreed with Jing Yihong.

"I only give you one hour. If I haven't seen the helicopter in an hour, then I can only say sorry to Mr. Jing."

"One hour?" Jing Yihong narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to delay the time, "One hour, where do you want me to transfer the helicopter for you? You must give me more time, right?"

Fu Zhirong didn't take it seriously, "I believe in Boss Jing's ability, giving you an hour is enough."

After the voice fell, Fu Zhirong hung up the phone directly.

Jing Yihong cursed in a low voice, and had to prepare according to Fu Zhirong's request.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and seeing that an hour was about to come, Fu Zhirong was about to call Jing Yihong, asking him to say goodbye to his woman and child, when Jing Yihong's call came in.

He picked up the corner of his mouth and answered the phone: "I knew Mr. Jing had this ability. How could a small helicopter be so rare that Mr. Jing could be defeated?"

Jing Yihong was not in the mood to listen to him boasting about himself, and urged with a gloomy face: "I have prepared the helicopter for you, can you release Chia Ya and the child?"

"Of course, I will let him go when I board the helicopter safely."

Jing Yihong and the police had already surrounded the unfinished building, but seeing Fu Zhirong coming out of it, they had to make way, and no one dared to act rashly.

Seeing the rope tied around Ruan Qianya's hands, Jing Yihong frowned tightly, and his gaze shifted from Ruan Qianya to the child in Yuesao's arms.

Fu Zhirong scolded vigilantly: "Stay away, or I will kill her with one blow."

After the words fell, Ruan Qianya's neck felt a chill, and Fu Zhirong pressed the dagger to her neck, as if he would cut it off at any moment.

Regarding this point, Ruan Qianya had no doubts at all, and she never had the extravagant hope that Fu Zhirong would be merciful to her subordinates.

Seeing the indifference of those people in front of him, Fu Zhirong slightly exerted his hand holding the dagger, and the sharp dagger instantly left a bloodstain on Ruan Qianya's neck, and the blood oozes thinly.

Seeing this scene, Jing Yihong's eyes were already scarlet, as if the knife had cut his heart.

He took a deep breath and told the people around him: "Everyone back up and let him go."

Everyone retreated in coordination, giving way to Fu Zhirong.

Fu Zhirong glared at Jing Yihong and reminded him: "Mr. Jing, don't play tricks on me behind my back. My dagger is very sharp. With a little force, Ruan Qianya's aorta may not be sure. It was torn apart."