Chapter 2767: Divorce Agreement

When they reached the entrance of the Security Office, Deng Minhui did not go in immediately, but looked at Wenhong: "You just want a divorce, and you don't want anything?"

Wenhong bit her lip hard, so hard that blood seeped out: "He won't give it to me."

Deng Minhui laughed: "Then it depends on whether you want it or not. If you want it, I can make him give it to you."

Wenhong took a deep breath, her eyes filled with deep hatred: "I want it."

"Good!" Deng Minhui asked: "Do you have any savings at home? Whose name is the house under?"

"We have 1,300 yuan in savings at home, and the house is under Liu Hailong's name. Because I am a worker at the woolen mill, to get me married quickly, Liu Hailong's parents transferred the house to him, and said they would add my name after the wedding."

Saying this, Wenhong gave a bitter smile: "My parents had said from the beginning that Liu Hailong was unreliable and told me to think carefully before marrying. But I was dazzled by his 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 loafed around all day, I still felt happy. But my belly never showed any sign of pregnancy, and his parents began to look at me coldly, even his sister wouldn't give me a pleasant face.

At this time, Liu Hailong gradually changed—he would smash bowls and plates when unhappy, but since he needed to spend my money, he still restrained himself. Until one day he asked me for money to go gamble and I refused, that was the first time he laid a hand on me..."

Deng Minhui looked at Wenhong, tears streaming down her face, and said: "Someone like Liu Hailong—even if you sent him to prison for twenty years, when he comes out, he will surely come looking for trouble. Even when he's desperate, he might harm you or people around you. So if you're going to do it, do it thoroughly—once and for all."

Wenhong, somewhat confused, asked: "How can I make it once and for all?"

Deng Minhui said coldly: "Either let him rot in prison for life, or send him straight to face a bullet—it depends on whether you can harden your heart."

Wenhong froze, her eyes flashing with complex emotions. After a long while, she said: "When he first hit me, my heart shattered at the same moment."

"Alright, I understand. Come with me." Deng Minhui turned, pushed open the door of a side office, and walked in.

Inside the office were three people—two men and one woman. Seeing Deng Minhui enter, they hurriedly greeted: "Director Deng, Director Deng..."

Deng Minhui nodded, then said to the woman: "Get me a pen and a few sheets of paper."

"Sure!" The woman found a ballpoint pen and a notebook of paper in the drawer.

Deng Minhui took them, placed them on an empty desk, then said to Wenhong: "You should know all the illegal things Liu Hailong has done over the years—write them all down."

Wenhong sat down, silently picked up the pen, but didn't write. Instead, she lowered her head and stared blankly at the paper.

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

The woman opened her mouth, surprised: "Director Deng, you want to divorce your sister-in-law?"

Deng Minhui snapped: "No more nonsense. Just write when I tell you to."

The woman quickly grabbed the pen: "Go ahead—I promise not to miss a single word."

Deng Minhui pondered, then began: "The wife, Wenhong, and the husband, Liu Hailong, were married in 1994..."

The woman took notes, and only then did she truly realize Deng Minhui wasn't divorcing himself—she breathed a sigh of relief. "Such a good sister-in-law—if Deng Minhui divorced her, he'd really be inhuman."

Listening to Deng Minhui dictate the divorce agreement, Wenhong finally made up her mind and wrote the first line on the paper. Then it flowed—she wrote faster and faster.

In just ten or so minutes, the divorce agreement was finished. Deng Minhui handed it to Wenhong: "Take a look—is there anything missing?"

Wenhong glanced at it, shook her head: "No."

"Good!" Deng Minhui took the agreement and left the office, then pushed open the door of the adjacent Security Office.

Liu Hailong's hands were cuffed to a specially made iron chair, legs crossed, head slightly tilted back, wearing a smug, "I'm second only to heaven" expression. When Deng Minhui entered, the man glanced at him, then let out a cold laugh.

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

Deng Minhui opened a desk drawer, pulled out a thick telephone directory and a hammer, and slammed them onto the table with a bang.

"Let him vent his anger."

"Got it!"

A chubby guy smirked, walked to the desk, picked up the small hammer. Another young man held the telephone directory and placed it on Liu Hailong's chest. The other two, one on each side, pressed down hard on his shoulders.

"What... what are you doing?" Liu Hailong struggled in panic, but the iron chair was welded to the floor, his shoulders pinned—he couldn't move an inch.

"What are we doing?" The chubby guy sneered: "Your ears bad? The director's letting you vent your anger."

Saying that, the chubby guy grinned, raised the hammer, and brought it down hard on the telephone directory.

With a dull thud, Liu Hailong's body jerked upright, his head snapped back, eyes bulging from their sockets, mouth wide open—his face turned from red to bluish-purple before their eyes.

After about six or seven seconds, he finally gasped for air, then let out a horrible scream. Then he began panting heavily—just moments ago he truly thought he'd be suffocated to death, even seeing his great-grandmother waving at him.

"Again!" The chubby guy laughed, swung the hammer down once more.

"Bang!" The same scene replayed—Liu Hailong's face, just recovering, turned bluish-purple again, mouth gaping as he couldn't catch his breath. When he finally managed to inhale, another heavy blow struck his chest.

"Enough!" Deng Minhui dragged a chair over, sat opposite Liu Hailong, holding the divorce agreement: "Look at it carefully. If you agree, sign it. If not, we'll keep letting you vent."

Liu Hailong's voice was like a broken bellows—he puffed and panted. This guy treats the police station like home, so being brought to the Security Office didn't faze him.

Now he finally understood: this woolen mill's Security Office is darker than the police station, and their methods are brutal. If they do this two more times, he thinks he'll surely see his great-grandmother.

After two or three minutes, Liu Hailong finally caught his breath—but when he saw the divorce agreement in front of him, the breath he'd just regained nearly choked him again. If the tightness in his chest reminded him, he knew cursing would bring another beating, so he'd already sworn loudly.

"Tell that bitch Wenhong: if she wants money or the house, she can have it only when I'm dead."

"You refuse, huh? Fine!" Deng Minhui stood up: "Then keep letting him vent."