After the divorce, the wife and cubs amazed the world

Ji Mingche was not sent to prison, but was imprisoned in Ji's underground wine cellar.

After all, it was Qin Mowei who he killed.

Qin Haisheng still has the final say on how to deal with him.

When he learned that he had been caught, Qin Haisheng rushed over immediately and punched and kicked him.

"What did my son do? Why did you kill him? You beast..."

Every punch he landed was solid.

Thinking of his dead son, he really wanted to cut off his flesh piece by piece.

Woohoo!

His poor son.

He died so innocently.

Ji Mingche was tied up with five flowers and had no power to fight back. It was as if he couldn't feel the pain. He didn't say a word when he was beaten.

Afraid that Qin Haisheng would beat him to death, Lu Youting hurriedly stopped him: "Uncle Qin, don't beat him to death! There are many things that haven't been clarified yet!"

After listening to his words, Qin Haisheng suppressed his anger, grabbed Ji Mingche's collar, and pulled him up from the ground, who was as soft as clay.

"Tell me, why did you want to kill Mo Wei? He has no enmity with you, why did you want to kill him?"

Ji Mingche was like a dead fish, without any fluctuation, just looking at him quietly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qin Haisheng's anger rose even more.

"Speak! Why did you kill Mo Wei? Why?"

Seeing him furious and looking like he wanted to kill him, Ji Mingche was not only not afraid, but instead smiled sinisterly, shoulders shrugging along with his laughter.

"Hehe...hehe..."

The faint laughter echoed in the dark and damp wine cellar.

It's spooky, like a female ghost coming to seek life.

"Do you know how he died? When I pushed him into the water, he was still struggling..."

"Like you, he also wonders why I want to kill him... Why... Why...?? Haha... This is really the most ridiculous question."

"Isn't the answer just placed in front of you? You actually ask why?"

After saying that, he looked at Qin Haisheng's face quietly and chuckled: "I watched him die little by little... I kept him soaked in the swimming pool... When he died, his eyes were still so big..."

"Then just look at me like that!"

"Chuck... cluck..."

"If I weren't afraid of ruining the plan, I would really want to dig out his eyes... to see how he still stares at me... haha... ha..."

Hearing this, Qin Haisheng couldn't bear it anymore and pushed him to the ground again, hitting his body and face with his fists again and again.

He killed more than just his son.

He even said such cruel words.

He is not human.

It's a nightmare.

How could a person do such an unconscionable thing?

Ji Mingche still gritted his teeth and fell to the ground without saying a word, letting Qin Haisheng shake his fist at him.

Ji Beiming and Lu Youting looked at each other, and then the two of them took action together to pull Qin Haisheng away, who was gradually losing control of his emotions.

Lu Youting looked at Ji Mingche, who had been beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. If he didn't have many things to ask him, he really wouldn't want to look at him again.

"Qin Mowei has been very skilled since he was a child. How could you kill him so easily? Do you have help?"

Ji Mingche was still smiling.

From the moment Lu Youting stepped in, he kept smiling.

"You want to know! Haha... I just won't tell you... Haha... I let you think and read about it every day, but I just won't tell you..."

"Kill me if you can!"

"Anyway, I've already died once, and I don't care if I die again."

As he talked, his thoughts drifted a little far away without realizing it, and gradually turned into murmuring to himself.

"It's pretty boring to live anyway."

"My father doesn't love me, my mother doesn't love me, my beloved woman doesn't like me, and my career is gone..."

"There is nothing left to miss in this world..."

"Just die!"

"Die!"

As he spoke, he closed his eyes, as if he wanted to kill or cut him into pieces.

Lu Youting, Ji Beiming and Qin Haisheng were all very angry.

Lu Youting gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you determined not to say anything anymore?"

Ji Mingche didn't respond, just lying on the ground quietly.

Qin Haisheng was completely angered by him!

"If you don't tell me, don't tell me. I'm not interested in the reasons, I only care about the results! Since you killed Mo Wei, you have to pay the price for your actions, one life for another."

Ji Mingche said coldly and nonchalantly: "Okay! Come on, kill me! Just in time to relieve me."

"you……"

His attitude of being a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water made Qin Haisheng's heart choke with a breath, unable to spit it out, and unable to swallow again and again.

He has worked hard in officialdom for decades.

I haven't seen all kinds of people.

This was the first time I saw someone as shameless and fearless as Ji Mingche.

It actually left him unable to do anything for a moment.

kill him.

I always feel like I'm taking advantage of him.

What should we do if we don't kill him?

He had been upright all his life, but he could never do anything like lynching.

Seeing what he was struggling with, Ji Beiming smiled and said: "Uncle Qin, you can't do it, but we can! Although I advocate that everyone abide by the law and abide by the law. However, there are some things that he has to use other methods to solve."

"If you feel that it violates your own principles and conscience, leave this matter to me!"

"I...can have a conscience, or I can have no conscience..."

He said, extending his hand.

The bodyguard behind him immediately put a ten centimeter-long knife into his hand.

The use of lynching is indeed contrary to his theoretical principles.

But handing Ji Mingche over to the law felt like it would be easier for him.

After some inner struggle and a battle between heaven and man, Qin Haisheng finally chose to follow his own selfishness.

What bullshit principles and bullshit laws.

All he knew was that his son died miserably.

He wants to avenge his son.

He wants the murderer to be punished as he deserves.

Ji Beiming held the knife and squatted down.

The sharp blade shone with a silvery white cold light under the dim yellow chandelier.

"I'll give you one last chance. You'd better get real, otherwise...I will definitely use the knife in my hand to cut you one by one..."

Ji Mingche was not afraid at all.

The pain in the body is nothing.

Not even one ten thousandth of the heartache.

If the physical pain could replace the heartache, he would be quite willing to accept it.

Seeing that he still looked indifferent, Ji Beiming finally couldn't bear it anymore. He, who was always the best at hiding his emotions, finally couldn't help it anymore and was irritated.

Knife up and down.

I saw a flash of white light.

The next second, a long blood mark appeared on Ji Mingche's arm.

Bright red blood gushes out from the wound, dripping on the ground, echoing in this cramped and closed space, stimulating everyone's eardrums and nerves.