Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 1222 Several levels higher than you

Cheng Daliang felt as if a red-hot iron was pressing down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. Waves of palpitations surged up, and his vision blurred.

He stared intently at Lü Shuyi's face, his teeth clenching so hard they ached—he wished he could rush back to the police station immediately, apply for a gun, and come back to that face to fire a whole magazine of bullets!

But he could only dream about it.

Ye Changqing, standing to the side, finally couldn't stand it any longer. He had originally wanted to see just how arrogant this bullying guy Cheng Daliang was talking about really was, but now he'd truly seen it all. He slowly walked out, his voice as cold as ice: "What you say goes? By what right?"

Lu Shuyi glanced at Ye Changqing, sizing him up. Just by looking at his gray and black clothes, he concluded that Ye was an idle person outside the system. He sneered, his tone arrogant beyond measure: "Why? Because of power. I'm one level higher than him, so I can crush him."

right?

Ye Changqing raised an eyebrow, his hand just touching his work ID in his pocket, then his fingertips paused and he withdrew it.

The next second, he suddenly clenched his right fist, his knuckles cracking: "What if my fist is stronger than your power?"

Lu Shuyi was taken aback at first, then laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world: "You mean your fists? Street thugs fight with their fists! Do you know who I am? Do you know where you are? Cheng Daliang might be someone in your eyes, but in front of me, he's nothing! Don't even mention you, even if it were Cheng Daliang, would he dare to lay a finger on me?"

Before he finished speaking——

boom!

Ye Changqing's fist had already slammed hard into his nose.

A crisp cracking sound—the sound of bone breaking.

"what--!"

Lu Shuyi's scream shattered the silence of the office. The excruciating pain shot from the bridge of his nose to his head, and tears and snot instantly smeared his face. Bright red blood gushed from his nostrils and the gaping wound, staining his lips and dripping down his chin, leaving a small, glaring red stain on the floor.

He covered his face, his finger trembling as he pointed at Ye Changqing, his voice shaking: "You...you're asking for it! You dare hit me here? You won't leave this room today!"

As he spoke, he struggled to rush out, wanting to call for help.

Before he could take two steps, Wang Tiezhu suddenly reached out, grabbed his hair, and yanked him back!

Lu Shuyi's feet were still pushing forward, but his head was forcibly pulled backward, causing him to lose his balance.

thump!

His back slammed hard onto the hard concrete floor, the shock so severe that his internal organs seemed to shift out of place.

Lu Shuyi winced in pain and tried to get up, but Ye Changqing kicked him hard in the stomach.

Bang!

A dull thud, like a sandbag being slammed down.

Lu Shuyi's body flew backward, crashing hard into the desk behind him, then rolling down the edge of the desk to the ground, overturning several chairs and making a series of loud clattering noises.

Cheng Daliang, standing nearby, was dumbfounded, his jaw practically dropping to the floor. He'd gone mad! Ye Changqing had truly gone mad! In all his years within the system, he'd never seen anyone dare to lay such a heavy hand on someone like Lü Shuyi in a place like this!

Only Lu Dingqian stood aside, his expression indifferent as if watching a trivial farce. Such scenes were commonplace to him—as long as no one died, it was all a minor spectacle.

He walked over silently, locked the office door behind him, then leaned against the door, crossed his arms, and watched the show with a cold eye.

Lu Shuyi curled up on the ground, his body hunched over, in so much pain he couldn't straighten up. He wiped the blood from his nose haphazardly with his sleeve, then looked up and stared intently at Ye Changqing, his eyes filled with venom: "Are you crazy... You dare touch me? Have you thought about the consequences?"

Ye Changqing looked down at him, his eyes icy cold and devoid of any warmth: "I've thought about it. The consequence is that you'll go to jail."

Lu Shuyi was taken aback at first, then seemed to have heard an absurd joke. Just as he was about to scoff, his gaze suddenly fell on what Ye Changqing had taken out—

It was a black work ID.

Ye Changqing held the ID card and shoved it directly in front of his face.

Lu Shuyi's gaze fell on the gold-embossed characters on the document. His pupils suddenly contracted, and the resentment and arrogance on his face were instantly replaced by fear. All the color drained from his face, and even his voice began to tremble: "You... why didn't you take it out sooner? This... this is all a misunderstanding!"

Ye Changqing sneered, then picked up a solid wood chair next to him, the chair legs dragging on the ground with a screeching sound.

"Misunderstanding?" He looked at Lü Shuyi's pale face and said, word by word, "This is the misunderstanding I want."

Lu Shuyi was so frightened that he trembled all over, his hand covering his nose shaking, and his voice was trembling with sobs: "Why...why..."

Ye Changqing's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and he raised his arm high.

"Because you said that a higher-ranking official can crush you."

The moment the cold voice fell, he swung the chair and slammed it down hard—

"And I'm several grades above you."

"Today, I'm going to beat you to death!"