Chapter 1928: Pit to Death

Liao Ting had always been on guard. Seeing Han Zhipei rushing over with a knife in his hand, she pushed the table with both hands.

Gzh-zh-zh—

The sound of the table legs rubbing against the ground stimulated the eardrums, making people's teeth ache, and immediately after, the table hit Han Zhipei.

This made Han Zhipei's rush slow down. Just as he raised the knife again and rushed toward Liao Ting, Liu Qingshun was so scared that his face turned pale.

No one expected that Han Zhipei would dare to use a knife here. If Liao Ting really suffered any injury or even death under his nose, he wouldn't be able to explain it even if he had a mouth all over his body.

Han Zhipei's domestic violence, Liao Ting's three reports to the police, were all his dark-box operations, transferring the case to the Huangpu Branch to handle. This matter was not considered too big.

Lightly, it was an internal party warning; heavily, it was a party dismissal, transfer from the current post. The most severe punishment was just being peeled off this skin.

However, in this office, there were only him, Han Zhiyong, and Han Zhipei, all of whom were related to the domestic violence case at the beginning. Liao Ting being injured or even killed here made it hard not to suspect that this was premeditated.

Not to mention, there was Liao Ting's secretary beside her. Without saying anything more, just saying they didn't stop it, he would have to eat and walk around, and eating prison food for a few years was definitely unavoidable.

What made him even more panicked was that Liao Ting was the Vice President of Yugong Group and the Deputy General Manager of Xiangjiang Qiudongfang, and was negotiating investment cooperation with the city, but something happened at the Public Security Bureau.

Whether dead or injured, in the big environment of reform and opening up and attracting foreign investment, such a negative case was something Shanghai couldn't bear. Don't talk about him, the person involved; even the competent deputy director would have to eat the melon.

Although this guy was indeed a bit panicked at the beginning, he was a policeman after all and had fought for his life on the

First, he grabbed the wrist of the hand Han Zhipei was holding the scalpel with, then twisted it back, forced Han Zhipei's arm behind his back, and then used his other hand to press down on Han Zhipei's shoulder, pinning the guy firmly to the table.

"Let go of me!" Han Zhipei's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Liao Ting as if he wanted to eat her alive.

Liu Qingshun lifted the arm he was holding Han Zhipei's arm with, and a soft 'crack' was heard as he dislocated Han Zhipei's arm. Immediately after, the guy let out a miserable shriek, and the knife he was clutching tightly fell to the ground.

Han Zhiyong was the closest to Liao Ting; if he had acted, he would have been faster than Liu Qingshun, but whether he was truly terrified or for some other reason, he didn't move at all.

Only then did Kong Yu react, running to Liao Ting's side with a pale face: "President Liao, are you alright?"

There was no expression on Liao Ting's face: "Han Zhipei, I truly didn't expect that even in the Public Security Bureau, you would dare to commit a crime with a knife. Good, very good."

Liu Qingshun's face looked terrible. He wasn't wearing handcuffs, so he could only keep pressing down on Han Zhipei, then he turned his head to glance at Han Zhiyong and shouted toward the door.

"Gu Damin!"

The door creaked open. The person who entered wasn't Gu Damin, but Liu Guangjun's secretary, Han Zhixin, followed by the driver who had brought Liao Ting over.

As soon as they entered and saw the situation inside, Han Zhixin's eyelids twitched wildly.

When he received the driver's call and learned that Liao Ting had come to the Municipal Bureau, he had a premonition that something was wrong.

Therefore, he didn't transfer the call to Liu Guangjun but went to report it in person, then volunteered to come to the Municipal Bureau to handle it.

Liu Guangjun didn't know why Liao Ting had gone to the Municipal Bureau, but as the dignified vice president of Yugong Group and deputy general manager of Xiangjiang Qiudongfang, she certainly wouldn't run there for no reason.

Originally, he wanted to come over himself, but he still had negotiations in the morning, so he could ask the people from Yugong Group what had happened. Besides, Liao Ting had gone in a car arranged by the municipal government, so even if something happened, it wouldn't be too major, which is why he agreed to let Han Zhixin go.

As soon as the driver saw the situation in the room, he immediately judged that Liao Ting was in danger. He took a few steps forward, blocked Liao Ting behind him, and stared coldly at Han Zhipei.

"What's going on?" Han Zhixin steadied his nerves and looked at his older brother, Han Zhiyong.

Han Zhiyong felt that the situation was seriously out of control; it was now impossible to obtain Liao Ting's forgiveness.

After all, he had already taken out a knife to kill someone; how could she still forgive you? Liao Ting might be soft-hearted, but she wasn't stupid.

"We have such a good younger brother."

Han Zhiyong sighed and explained the situation. At this moment, a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart. This time, he had truly been screwed to death by this brother.

"President Liao, come with me."

After hearing this, the driver protected Liao Ting and walked out without hesitation.

He was the driver arranged by the municipal government for Liao Ting, and besides driving, he had another task: to protect Liao Ting's safety.

Early in the morning, Liao Ting had come to the Public Security Bureau. He felt it was very strange, and after thinking it over, he decided to report it to his superiors.

As for Liao Ting's safety, he really couldn't be blamed for dereliction of duty; this was the Public Security Bureau, after all. What other place under heaven could be safer than this?

Empiricism kills people; he had damn near let something happen. What made him feel even more lingering fear was that the person who wanted to commit murder was actually the younger brother of the leader's secretary.

"Comrade Du Hongwu."

Seeing that Du Hongwu was about to take Liao Ting away, Han Zhixin felt his scalp tingle and immediately blocked the way.

"Where are you taking President Liao?"

Du Hongwu said expressionlessly: "Secretary Han, my task is to protect President Liao's safety. Please move aside."

Han Zhixin smiled reluctantly: "The person who committed the crime has already been controlled, so how could there still be danger? Besides, you are taking away President Liao, who is the victim; how will this matter be resolved?"

Du Hongwu's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "You are the perpetrator's own second older brother, and this comrade wearing a police uniform is the perpetrator's own eldest brother. You are three brothers. In my view, it is not safe for President Liao to remain here."

"Do you think I would become his accomplice?"

Han Zhixin laughed in anger and pointed at Han Zhipei.

Du Hongwu's tone grew colder: "Whether you become an accomplice is not within the scope of my consideration. My task is to protect President Liao's safety.

I believe that each of you may pose a threat to her, so I must take her away. If you do not move aside, I will regard you as intending to harm President Liao and will attack you."

"You dare?"

No matter what, Han Zhixin was also Liu Guangjun's secretary, a deputy division-level official. To be threatened one day—how could he endure this? Where would he put his face?

Du Hongwu's eyes narrowed, and just as he was about to act, he heard Han Zhiyong shout.

"Second brother, move aside. Let him take President Liao away."

Han Zhixin's face turned very ugly. Du Hongwu was an armed policeman, and an active-duty one at that. If he insisted, he might really end up being attacked.

"Liao Ting!" Han Zhixin looked at Liao Ting, his face showing a smile uglier than crying: "I know that this time, Zhipei's actions were indeed very excessive, but second brother still wants to..."

"You are Han Zhipei's second brother, not my second brother."

Liao Ting snorted coldly and waved her hand impolitely, interrupting Han Zhixin's words.

"You three brothers, one and all, are sanctimonious on the surface, but in secret, you are all goods filled with male theft and female prostitution."