Chapter 968 It’s Too Late to Apologize

Zhou Le himself did not expect that Chu Sui would actually sell him out.

If the current Chu Sui is Feng Lun, then this is the second time Zhou Le has fallen into Feng Lun's hands, but Feng Lun is not invincible, he has a nemesis called Han Qian.

Lin Zongheng will not let everything go according to Chu Sui's wishes.

There is no way.

We are all naive, and we are also very rebellious.

We are all proud people who walk with our heads held high, how could you, Chu Sui, be stunned by me?

Han Qian walked on the second floor with his mobile phone in his hand, and said softly with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Auntie, I am not here to see beauties, I am busy with some small things here, nine o'clock? I will definitely not be able to go back at nine o'clock, ten o'clock! Can I appear in front of you on time at ten o'clock?"

Han Qian threw away the cigarette in his mouth and went into a room. When he came out again, he had a banana in his hand and said vaguely.

"My queen, you don't have to arrest me like this, okay? I'm definitely not with other women. I just came to the party to show off and eat a banana. I promised to have dinner with you, how could I go to find other women! Don't worry, you will never have a new sister."

As he spoke, two waiters in white waiter uniforms appeared in front of the corridor. Han Qian had no interest in these two people at all. Even if the other party was a killer, he would not be interested. Now he just wanted to go home to accompany the queen and calm her anger first.

The two waiters walked to Han Qian's left and right, and three pairs of sneakers made a friction sound on the tiles.

When passing by, the waiter on the left bumped into Han Qian's shoulder. Han Qian, who was explaining to the queen why he was late, was hit in the arm, and the newly bought smartphone in his hand slipped and fell to the ground.

Han Qian stood there in astonishment, looking down at the broken phone and the half-black screen. At this moment, Han Qian was angry. He slowly picked up the phone and said softly to Yan Qingqing on the other side of the phone.

"Something happened. I'll go back and apologize to you. The phone is broken."

Then when Han Qian wanted to hang up the phone, he found that the screen was no longer usable.

This phone has become like this less than 12 hours after I got it.

Turning his head to look at the two waiters who walked away, Han Qian lowered his head and lit a cigarette, then raised his head and shouted.

"Apologize!"

The two waiters who walked away turned around at the same time. The slightly taller waiter pointed at his nose. Han Qian shook his head, stretched out his hand and waved at the other slightly fatter waiter, pointing at the phone in his hand.

"Apologize, and then pay me money!"

Han Qian didn't think about how to embarrass the other party. He was just being a normal person, the basic demands of ordinary people. He was walking normally and very slowly in the corridor. The two people walking on the left and right made him unable to avoid them.

What made Han Qian angry was the damage to the new phone. His last smartphone had broken, and now he basically uses Wen Nuan's phone at home. The new phone broke without any use, and he was angry.

And now the phone was broken, but the other party didn't even apologize, and it was impossible that the other party didn't know or didn't find out.

When Han Qian told Niangniang that the phone was broken, his voice was louder than when he said he wanted to apologize.

At this time, Han Qian already knew that these two people were not ordinary waiters.

If they were afraid of breaking their phones, they would walk away quickly. If he called them, they would not turn back, and even point at his nose.

Seeing that the two did not respond, Han Qian said again.

"Apologize."

"Apologize? He asked me to apologize?"

The fat waiter turned his head and asked the thin waiter next to him, as if he had heard a joke. The thin waiter looked at Han Qian, then smiled and walked forward. Before Han Qian came to his senses, when Han Qian thought the other party was here to apologize, a sharp knife suddenly stabbed Han Qian's eyes.

The dagger passed close to Han Qian's temple, cutting his skin, and some gray hair fell off. Han Qian quickly retreated and touched the scar on his temple. Looking at the bright red on his fingertips, Han Qian's eyes were slightly red.

Frustrated!

It was so fucking frustrating.

He slowly raised his head and stared at the thin waiter licking the dagger in front of him with red eyes.

"My wife just bought me a mobile phone and it fell to the ground and broke. You don't apologize and want to kill me?"

The last guy who broke Han Qian's phone is still in prison. That guy was almost beaten to death by Han Qian that night. Now Han Qian is very rational. He just asks the other party to apologize.

He feels that his mentality is already very good. He didn't curse, hit, or do anything impulsive, but now the other party wants to kill him without saying anything.

Han Qian feels that the anger in his heart has been ignited.

I just want you to apologize, even without paying money.

In the end, you want to kill me?

At this time, Yan Qingqing clearly heard every word from Han Qian on the phone. She was worried, but Yan Qingqing said nothing and didn't make any sound. She just listened quietly.

Hand on.

Han Qian was not a person who liked to talk nonsense. The other party had already drawn a knife to kill you. Do you still want to reason with them?

There is no such rule, and there is no such reason.

But just when Han Qian stepped forward, the thin waiter suddenly stepped back, raised his hands and smiled.

"I apologize to you now, but I can't compensate for the phone."

Without saying a word, Han Qian punched the thin waiter in the throat. The tall and thin waiter took a step back, holding a dagger in his backhand and slashed towards Han Qian's neck quickly. Han Qian leaned back to avoid the dagger, and the thin waiter backhanded him. Holding a dagger, he stabbed Han Qian in the head.

Han Qian raised his right hand and collided with his wrist. The sharp dagger was only three to five centimeters away from Han Qian's head. Han Qian raised his fist and hit the tall and thin waiter on the nose. The instant pain stimulated his tear ducts, and tears instantly blurred his eyes. .

Han Qian grabbed the lanky waiter's wrist with his backhand. He turned around and raised his left hand to touch the lanky waiter's elbow. He pushed down hard with his right hand. A crisp sound and a wail sounded at the same time. Han Qian dodged the dagger with his backhand and grabbed the lanky waiter. The waiter's right hand was pressed against the door panel. Just when Han Qian was about to pierce the palm of his right hand with a dagger, a brute force struck him. Han Qian's body flew out instantly. Han Qian fell on the ground and saw He glanced at the damaged smartphone on the cabinet.

Wiping the corners of his mouth, he stood up slowly.

"I suddenly want to eat fried noodles, but I know you can't make them. You can order takeout when you can. I'll be there to eat at ten o'clock."

Yan Qingqing on the other side of the phone nodded slightly and said softly.

"I know, you go about your business first, and I'll go get ready."

I don’t know if Han Qian heard it, but Yan Qingqing was curled up on the sofa holding her mobile phone.

Yan Qingqing did not call the police, nor did she contact Xu Hongchang and others, because Xu Hongchang was squatting outside her apartment at this time.

When Han Qian went to the party tonight, for the safety of those around him, he used all the people he could to protect those close to him.

He still doesn't love himself.