Chapter 2472

Outside the Security Department, Deng Minghui didn't go in immediately, but looked at Wen Hong: "You just want to divorce, and you don't want anything?"

Wen Hong bit her lip, and she bit it quite hard, even seeping blood: "He won't give it to me."

Deng Minghui laughed: "That depends on whether you want it. If you want it, I can make him give it."

Wen Hong took a deep breath, her eyes containing deep hatred: "I want it."

"Okay!" Deng Minghui asked: "Are there any savings at home, and whose name is the house in?"

"There are 1,300 in savings at home, and the house is in Liu Hailong's name. Because I am an employee of the Woolen Mill, in order to let me get married as soon as possible, Liu Hailong's parents transferred the house to him, and even said they would add my name after we got married."

As she spoke, Wen Hong smiled miserably: "At the beginning, my parents said that Liu Hailong was unreliable and told me to consider it carefully before getting married. It's just that I was blinded by Liu Hailong's sweet words and couldn't listen to my parents at all, insisting on marrying Liu Hailong.

In the first year of marriage, Liu Hailong was indeed very good to me. Even though he was idle all day, I felt very happy. It's just that there was no movement in my stomach, and his parents started to treat me with cold eyes, and even his younger sister didn't give me a good look.

At this time, Liu Hailong also gradually changed. He would smash basins and bowls whenever he was unhappy, but because he wanted to spend my money, he was still somewhat restrained. Until one day he asked me for money to gamble and I didn't give it to him, that was the first time he laid a hand on me..."

Deng Minghui looked at Wen Hong, who was covered in tears, and said: "For a person like Liu Hailong, even if you send him in for twenty years, when he comes out, he will definitely cause you trouble. He might even do harm to you or the people around you when he has no way out. Therefore, do it thoroughly, once and for all."

Wen Hong asked somewhat uncomprehendingly: "How can it be once and for all?"

Deng Minghui said coldly: "Either let him spend his whole life in prison, or send him directly to eat a bullet, it depends on whether you can be ruthless enough."

Wen Hong was stunned, complex emotions flashing in her eyes, and it took a long while before she said: "When he first laid a hand on me, my heart also broke at the same time."

"Okay, I understand, come with me." Deng Minghui turned around, pushed open the door of an office next to him, and walked in.

There were three people in the office, two men and one woman. Seeing Deng Minghui enter, they hurriedly greeted: "Director Deng, Director Deng..."

Deng Minghui nodded and said to the woman: "Get me a pen and some letter paper."

"Okay!" The woman found a ballpoint pen and a notebook in the drawer.

Deng Minghui took it, put it on an empty table, and said to Wen Hong: "What illegal things has Liu Hailong done over the years? You should know them all, write them all down."

Wen Hong sat on the chair and silently picked up the pen, but didn't write, instead looking down at the letter paper in a daze.

Deng Minghui ignored her and said to the woman: "Draft a divorce agreement, I'll speak, you write."

The woman opened her mouth and said suspiciously: "Director Deng, are you divorcing your wife?"

Deng Minghui said angrily: "Why so much nonsense, just write if I tell you to."

The woman hurriedly picked up the pen: "You speak, I guarantee not a single word will be wrong."

Deng Minghui said thoughtfully: "The female party Wen Hong and the male party Liu Hailong in 1994..."

The woman took the pen and recorded it. Only then did she truly confirm that it wasn't Deng Minghui divorcing, and at the same time, she felt relieved in her heart. Sister-in-law was such a good person, if Deng Minghui were divorcing, he really wouldn't be a human.

Listening to Deng Minghui dictate the divorce agreement, Wen Hong finally made up her mind and wrote the first line on the letter paper. Then she got the hang of it, writing faster and faster.

In just ten minutes or so, the divorce agreement was written. Deng Minghui took the agreement and handed it to Wen Hong: "Take a look, is there anything else that needs to be added."

Wen Hong glanced at it and shook her head: "No."

"Okay!" Deng Minghui took the divorce agreement out of the office, and then pushed open the door of the Security Department office next to it.

Liu Hailong's hands were handcuffed to a specially made iron chair, his legs crossed, his head tilted slightly, looking like 'Heaven is the boss, I am the second'. When Deng Minghui entered, this guy glanced at him, and then sneered again.

"Director Deng!" There were five people in the office. Seeing Deng Minghui enter, they all stood up.

Deng Minghui pulled open a desk drawer, took out a thick phone book and a hammer, and threw them on the table with a 'clang'.

"Smooth his breath for him."

"Okay!"

A little fatty smiled, walked to the desk, and picked up the small hammer. Another young man took the phone book and placed it on Liu Hailong's chest. The other two people pressed Liu Hailong's shoulders tightly from left and right.

"You... what are you doing?" Liu Hailong struggled in panic, but the iron chair was welded to the ground, and his shoulders were pressed tightly by two people, so he had no room to struggle at all.

"What are we doing?" The little fatty grinned and said: "Are your ears not working? Our director is smoothing your breath for you."

As he spoke, the little fatty smiled and raised the hammer, slamming it toward the phone book.

With a muffled 'peng' sound, Liu Hailong's body stiffened, his head tilted back, his eyeballs protruded from their sockets, his mouth opened wide, and the color on his face turned blue and purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After six or seven seconds, Liu Hailong finally breathed out that breath and screamed in agony. Then he started panting heavily. Just now, he really thought he was going to be suffocated to death; he even saw his great-grandmother beckoning to him.

"Again!" The little fatty laughed, and the hammer in his hand slammed down heavily again.

"Peng!" The same scene played out again. Liu Hailong's just-recovered complexion turned blue and purple again, his mouth opened wide, but he couldn't breathe that breath. By the time he finally breathed that breath, his chest took another heavy hammer blow.

"Alright!" Deng Minghui carried a chair, sat opposite Liu Hailong, and held the divorce agreement: "Take a good look, if you agree, sign it; if you don't agree, we'll continue to smooth your breath."

Liu Hailong's throat was like a broken bellows, panting heavily. This guy was like returning home when he entered the police station, so he didn't take being brought to the Security Department seriously.

Now he finally understood that this Woolen Mill Security Department was even darker than the police station, and this hand was too heavy. If there were two more blows like this, he felt he would definitely see his great-grandmother.

After two or three minutes, Liu Hailong finally breathed evenly, but when he saw the divorce agreement in front of him, the breath he had just breathed evenly almost didn't go down. If the swelling pain in his chest didn't remind him that scolding people would lead to more beatings, he would have long since cursed loudly.

"You tell that bitch Wen Hong, if she wants money and a house, unless I die."

"You don't agree, right? Okay!" Deng Minghui stood up: "Continue to smooth his breath."