Looking at the big, round black man who broke into the door, Zhang Ying's heart sank. This was Zhang Heng's man. How could Zhang Heng find her so quickly?
Before she could figure out the result, Zhang Heng was helped into the room by the housekeeper.
Seeing Zhang Ying on the bed, Zhang Heng had a smile on his face. It was the proud smile of a hunter when he catches his prey: "Zhang Ying, do you think you can escape my grasp?"
Zhang Ying knew what she was going to face and immediately grabbed her cell phone to call the police. The black bodyguard stepped forward, grabbed Zhang Ying's cell phone and threw it away.
Zhang Heng walked to the sofa and sat down, and ordered the bodyguard: "First serve this bitch some appetizers!"
Upon receiving the order, the bodyguard immediately dragged Zhang Ying off the bed, picked up a big palm like a cattail leaf fan, and began to slap Zhang Ying on the face.
Zhang Ying suffered several blows and her mouth and nose were bleeding, her face was swollen like a steamed bun, and her eyes were so bloodshot that she couldn't see clearly.
Seeing Zhang Ying's miserable state, Zhang Heng nodded with satisfaction and signaled the bodyguard to let go of Zhang Ying. Zhang Ying collapsed on the ground as if she had no bones.
Zhang Heng got up and walked to Zhang Ying who was lying on the ground. He stretched out his foot and stepped on Zhang Ying's hand, crushing it hard. Zhang Ying screamed again, and Zhang Heng laughed: "What a beautiful sound? I
I like this sound! Aying, have I ever told you that you are very mesmerizing when you scream!"
Zhang Ying knew that Zhang Heng would not let her go, so she cursed angrily: "Bitch! Beast! Bastard! You will die a good death!"
"Whether I will die a good death is unknown, but you must die a good death first!"
Zhang Heng continued to crush Zhang Ying's hand with his feet as he spoke. Zhang Ying's face was so painful that her face was deformed.
At this point, Zhang Ying knew that Zhang Heng would never let her go. She was going to die anyway, and she had to have someone to support her before she died.
Zhang Ying sat up suddenly as she thought about it, grabbed Zhang Heng's legs and grabbed the middle of his legs hard.
Zhang Heng had no idea that Zhang Ying would be so violent, and Zhang Ying caught him in the fatal spot without any dodge.
Severe pain came and Zhang Heng let out a scream.
The bodyguard, who was watching the show next to him, was shocked when he saw this situation. He immediately stepped forward and tried to separate Zhang Ying, but he couldn't pull her apart no matter how hard he tried.
Zhang Ying grabbed Zhang Heng's fatal part tightly as if she was crazy.
Zhang Hengren was about to faint from the pain. He shouted hoarsely at the bodyguard: "Cut off this bitch's hand! Cut off her hand!"
The bodyguard hesitated for a moment, then raised his knife, pointed it at Zhang Ying's hand, and slashed it hard.
The screams were earth-shaking, and Zhang Ying's hand was cut off abruptly.
Blood spattered and severe pain struck, Zhang Ying fell back and fainted.
The housekeeper immediately stepped forward to help Zhang Heng: "Mr. Zhang! Mr. Zhang, are you okay?"
How could Zhang Heng recover? His face was blue and purple, and he was in extreme pain.
He roared angrily: "This damn bitch! I'm going to kill her with my own hands!"
Zhang Heng said, grabbing the knife from the bodyguard's hand, and stabbed Zhang Ying, who was unconscious on the ground, while cursing: "I let you hurt me! Bitch! I let you hurt me!"
Zhang Ying was poked dozens of times, and blood sprayed everywhere. At first, she could move reflexively, but then she became motionless.
Seeing the bloody Zhang Ying on the ground, the bodyguards and housekeepers did not dare to look directly at her and turned their heads.
Zhang Heng held the knife and looked at Zhang Ying, who was lying motionless in a pool of blood, and laughed crazily: "Bitch, do you have the guts to get up and harm me again? Why don't you get up?"
Zhang Ying was already dead and naturally she would not answer him. The housekeeper stepped forward cautiously: "Mr. Zhang, this bitch is dead. You should go to the hospital to check for injuries first."
Zhang Heng killed Zhang Ying with one breath and lost all energy. His fatal part was in severe pain and he had to go to the hospital quickly. Zhang Heng threw the knife and ordered the bodyguard: "Take care of this place, don't leave it here."
Any traces, let’s go!”
The housekeeper helped Zhang Heng out. As soon as he reached the door, several policemen with guns and ammunition came up.
"Put your hands up and squat against the wall!"
Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the butler's legs softened and he sat down. Zhang Heng was holding his breath and relying on the butler's support to walk out. When the butler let go, he couldn't control himself and fell forward.
Seeing Zhang Heng rushing toward him, the policeman pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The clear gunshot sounded, and a very large blood hole opened in Zhang Heng's chest, and blood flowed out. He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out, and he fell down with a bang.
It didn't take much effort for the police to handcuff the housekeeper and Zhang Heng's bodyguard and take them out of the villa.
Xiaojiu, who was in the car outside, lit a cigarette and watched the police take people out. He didn't see Zhang Ying and Zhang Heng. After waiting for about half an hour, the car carrying the body came over.
Seeing the two corpses covered with white cloths carried out from the house, Xiaojiu already knew the result. With a smile on his face, he glanced at the white sky and told the driver: "It's all over! Let's go!"
The driver started the car and Xiaojiu dialed He Yucheng's phone: "Master, Zhang Heng and Zhang Ying have both gone to see the King of Hell!"
"Ah?" He Yucheng was surprised by this news. He had already expected that Zhang Ying died in the hands of Zhang Heng. There is no death penalty in the United States, so Zhang Heng's fate should be to sit in jail. Zhang Heng also died.
Isn't this too much of a coincidence?
Xiaojiu's voice was filled with a smile: "Maybe they disliked the fact that they didn't have enough love in the world of the world, so let's go to the underworld together to continue their love. I don't know if the King of Hell will give them this opportunity."
He Yucheng burst into laughter: "How did Zhang Heng die?"
"I heard the sound of gunshots. He should have been shot to death by the police. The King of Hell asked him to die at the third watch and would not let him die until the fifth watch. Zhang Heng's death was already determined." Xiao Jiu was still talking.
"Okay! I understand. You have been waiting until now and are you tired after not taking a rest all night? Go back and have a good rest."
After hanging up Xiaojiu's phone, He Yucheng called Ye Junfeng again to tell him about the incident. Hearing that Zhang Heng and Zhang Ying were both killed, Ye Junfeng was also very surprised: "He was given an advantage!"
"Yes, I still thought about making him live a life worse than death, but I didn't expect that he would be freed first. But it's good, it saves you a lot of trouble, uncle."
Ye Junfeng thought about it and felt that the death of Zhang Heng and Zhang Ying would save a lot of trouble: "Yes, I don't have to fight a divorce lawsuit with Zhang Ying. Zhang Heng's company is also in liquidation, which saves a lot of trouble."
"Uncle, please arrange for someone to make preparations. Although Zhang Heng is dead, Ma Jundong and Lu Zihan will not stop. However, these two are just minions and cannot become a big deal. Let's see how they deal with Zhang Heng's death first, and then we can adapt accordingly.
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Ye Junfeng knew what He Yucheng meant, so he hung up the phone and immediately went to arrange what to do next.
