Han Mu glanced at Zhang Ling contemptuously and joked: "As the saying goes, a scumbag is forever, why didn't I see clearly back then? What is your true identity?"

"You, are you tired of living?"

Zhang Ling glared at Han Mu. She now has dozens of strong men in the Tao, and she can beat Han Mu to death if she starts to do so.

"Lingling, don't talk to him anymore. Han Mu's face is invincible."

Yang Ting said with disgust, "Hurry up and beat him up, but don't beat him to death. It's Qingyan's nominal husband. I don't want her to divorce a dead husband."

It's really the most toxic woman's heart. Han Mu looked at Yang Ting's bitch and was calm and would no longer be disturbed by such villains.

"Yang Ting, you have such a cruel heart! I am Qingyan's husband, you still want to harm me."

Yang Ting turned her head and spitted: "Bah, Qingyan's husband, are you worthy?

If you are tactful, you should divorce Qingyan quickly. Then I might consider pleading with Lingling and letting you have a way out."

“What if I say no?”

Han Mu knew very well that the woman in front of him was unreasonable, and talking to them was just a waste of time.

"Hmph, I knew at the beginning that you, Han Mu, are a shameless coward, and you are shameless in the Xue family."

Zhang Ling gave Han Mu a blank look and shouted coldly: "You are just a dog raised by the Xue family. Do you think you are the Xue family's son-in-law?"

"Haha, that's better than the bitch who mates beside Wang Kun!"

Zhang Ling was so angry that her face was shaking: "Han Mu, you are still stubborn when you die, right? Then I don't think about the old love anymore, and interrupt his hands and feet!"

When the strong men heard Zhang Ling's orders, they instantly swung the iron rod at Han Mu without any hesitation.

"Slow down, slow down!"

Han Mu was not afraid of the knife and stick in front of him and shouted loudly: "Do you know about this?"

"It's easy for you to cut my hands and feet, but have you ever thought about the consequences?"

When these strong men heard the word Wang Kun, they stopped immediately. After all, they were supported by Wang Kun's money, and Zhang Ling was just a woman of Wang Kun.

"Brother Kun, did you really let us teach this kid a lesson?"

These strong men had some doubts in their hearts.

Zhang Ling pinched her waist and shouted loudly: "You don't believe it, right? I'll call Brother Kun now, and Brother Kun wants to peel him off."

Wang Kun answered the phone and immediately rushed from the hospital to Xinghe Park. From a distance, he saw Han Mu surrounded by a group of strong men.

"Zhang Ling, I'm fucking, I'm a sage!"

Wang Kun was wrapped in bandages and was lying in the hospital, but he didn't expect Zhang Ling to call and say he was going to teach Han Mu a lesson. Wang Kun quickly ordered him to wait for him to come.

When Zhang Ling saw Wang Kun's car coming, she became even more arrogant: "Han Mu, you are dead. Brother Kun has always held grudges. You are afraid you have to prepare a coffin and wait for the soil to be drained."

Han Mu smiled slightly and said calmly: "Okay, I'm waiting."

Wang Kun limped out of the car door and rushed towards Zhang Ling, but the bandages were wrapped around his body and there was still plaster on his legs. At first glance, he thought it was a mummy.

"Brother Kun, you're finally here."

Zhang Ling immediately switched to a coquettish voice, but was frightened by Wang Kun's mummy: "You are, how could you be so injured..." Before Zhang Ling could finish her words, Wang Kun kicked her in the abdomen: "Damn it, Zhang Ling, you bastard, I will beat you to death!"

"Mr. Han is a VIP guest from the Tang family. Are you stabbing me in the back?

Damn it, I shouldn't have anything to do with a bitch like you."

Wang Kun had no affection for Zhang Ling, so he knocked her to the ground, punched her and made Zhang Ling cry with tears, and even her clothes were torn apart, with bloodstains on her body.

Yang Ting only felt her legs trembling, as if a bolt from the blue came, and an inexplicable sense of fear invaded her whole body.

Wang Kun gave Zhang Ling a lesson, and his whole body was in pain, but he still endured the pain and said carefully to Han Mu: "Mr. Han, this is not my business. I definitely dare not provoke you!"

The strong man who had originally surrounded Han Mu also dispersed with tactfulness. They saw the deep fear in Wang Kun's eyes. This was definitely not something that people like them could touch.

He carried Zhang Ling over and pressed Zhang Ling's head to the ground: "You bitch, why don't you apologize to us Mr. Han quickly, so apologize!"

Wang Kun is going crazy now before he is exiled by the Tang family. Now Zhang Ling is still here to provoke Han Mu. Didn’t he push him and the entire Wang family on the fire?

"I'm sorry, wuwu...Han, Mr. Han, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Zhang Ling was about to feel pain and fainted, and a pool of blood was already blowing out of her forehead.

Han Mu stood in front of them with a blank expression and said coldly: "Wang Kun, that's about it, Zhang Ling is almost beaten to death by you."

This is really a pity. Zhang Ling tried every means to climb up to Wang Kun, but in the end she knelt in front of Han Mu. The scene seemed familiar, but the characters and the characters came over.

[Dingdian Novel    www.xbooktxt.me] "Mr. Han says whatever he says."

Wang Kun then let go of his hand, and Zhang Ling could only lie down powerlessly, like a stray dog.

Zhang Ling's eyes were already blurred. Seeing Han Mu in front of her, she looked extremely tall from this perspective, and a sharp chill emitting a body.

She followed Wang Kun at the beginning because she thought that there was no future with Han Mu, but her decision seemed extremely ridiculous.

"You bastards, why don't you kowtow to Mr. Han quickly and admit your mistake?"

Wang Kun shouted at the strong men, if Han Muzhen was injured by them just now, the Wang family would probably be completely wiped out in the East China Sea.

The strong men dropped their knives and sticks, and fell to the ground with a thumping sound. The sound of kowtowing and intermittent apology.

Yang Ting wanted to escape from here, but her feet were already weak. The cowardly who had despised for three years in front of her became so strange and so terrible.

"Yang Ting..." Han Mu slowly called out Yang Ting's name and said with a smile: "I really don't deserve to be Qingyan's husband, but are you worthy of Qingyan's best friend?"

When Wang Kun heard this, he immediately picked up the machete on the ground and walked towards Yang Ting: "Mr. Han, don't be angry, I'll deal with her for you!"

"Ah..." Yang Ting had already burst into tears, and her delicate body trembled and knelt on the ground: "I'm sorry, sorry! I was wrong, let me go... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

"Slowly, Wang Kun, it's nothing to do with you!"

Han Mu waved his hand and walked towards Yang Ting.
Chapter completed!