Chapter 2768

The little fatty chuckled and said, "Old Sun, change the location!"

Old Sun put down the phone book, then took out a slightly thinner book from the drawer and placed it on Liu Hailong's lower back; the little fatty's smile became even more radiant as he slowly raised the hammer.

"Brother, after this blow, I hope you can still be this tough."

Liu Hailong's pupils contracted sharply; he opened his mouth to speak, but a dull thud echoed in his ear. An indescribable sharp pain shot through his lower back via the pain nerves, instantly reaching his brain.

The pain from the heavy blow to his waist felt as if his three souls and seven spirits had been knocked out of their apertures; compared to the pain and suffocation from a heavy blow to the chest, his mind was now clearer than ever, and he couldn't even faint if he wanted to.

Liu Hailong gasped with his mouth wide open, his eyes rolled upward, his face as pale as paper, sweat covering his head and face, the veins on his neck jumping repeatedly. His current feeling was truly worse than death.

The little fatty exhaled and said to Old Sun, "Again!"

"I... I sign!" Liu Hailong's voice was hoarse and somewhat indistinct as he shouted.

"Damn it!" The little fatty had already raised the hammer, about to bring it down, but hearing Liu Hailong's words almost made him twist his waist; he lifted his left hand and slapped Liu Hailong's head hard: "Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier? My back was already bad, this blow almost ruined me."

The guard standing behind, holding Liu Hailong's shoulder, burst out laughing: "To be honest, if my wife had sisters as beautiful as you, my waist would have been ruined long ago."

Deng Minhui, too lazy to listen to their nonsense, placed the divorce agreement on the table: "Unlock his handcuffs, sign and press your fingerprint."

With a clatter, the little fatty threw the hammer onto the table, then took the key and unlocked the handcuffs.

These hammer blows had knocked out half of Liu Hailong's life; at this moment he had no strength left, his legs were soft, and he couldn't stand up at all.

The little fatty, experienced, directly handed the divorce agreement and pen to Liu Hailong: "Sign!"

Liu Hailong signed his name with trembling hands, unwillingly. Then the little fatty took the ink pad and had this guy press his fingerprint.

Deng Minhui took the divorce agreement, glanced at the signature and fingerprint, and smiled: "Let him stay here for now; I still have questions for him later."

Liu Hailong couldn't understand: even if Wenhong was a worker at the woolen mill, her wanting to divorce him was a private matter; for the woolen mill to interfere in workers' private affairs—wasn't that overstepping?

Mainly, before he had beaten that slut Wenhong so badly she couldn't get out of bed for two or three days, besides the street office and women's federation finding him for two harmless chats, the woolen mill had never bothered. Moreover, because Wenhong had skipped work, he had been recorded several times, with wages and bonuses deducted.

How come this time it's different? The woolen mill not only interfered in his private affairs but also used private violence to force him to sign the divorce agreement. And he thought that once the divorce agreement was signed, it would be over; by then he would have plenty of ways to deal with Wenhong that slut and her family.

Besides, he wanted to take revenge on Deng Minhui—you bastard have a gun, I'm not keen to act, but you also have family, parents, wife, children, right? At worst I'll risk my life to play with you.

Just that he signed the divorce agreement, Deng Minhui still didn't let him go, saying he'd have questions later. This made his heart drum again—not just his chest and lower back, but even his head began to ache, not knowing whether from fear or from that slap by the little fatty.

He never dreamed that the suffering he endured today was due to his threatening Deng Minhui. He never imagined that because of this threat, what was originally just a few years in prison ended with him taking a bullet—this perfectly illustrates what "misfortune comes from the mouth" means.

Mainly, this guy is uneducated and arrogant by habit. Moreover, entering the police station feels like coming home; he's threatened police before, at most getting a few slaps and kicks, and no one really punished him criminally.

Deng Minhui took the divorce agreement back to the adjacent meeting room, saw Wenhong had already filled two full sheets of paper: "You've written it all out?"

Wenhong quickly stood up: "I've written down everything I know."

Deng Minhui picked up the paper, glanced at it briefly, a flash of killing intent in his eyes, and unconsciously smiled: "If it were any other time, based solely on this little matter, Liu Hailong wouldn't die. But the city's strict crackdown will soon launch, Liu Hailong's luck is bad, and he just happened to be caught up in it—so he's doomed."

Wenhong, upon hearing this, again stared blankly, her facial expression constantly shifting, the emotions in her eyes becoming even more complex.

Deng Minhui could understand: Wenhong is kind-hearted, and besides, they were husband and wife; now personally sending the man who shared her bed and pillow to the execution ground, she must feel somewhat uneasy inside.

Deng Minhui patted Wenhong's shoulder: "You should think—if he stays alive, you and your family won't have good days, possibly even being ruined by him."

Wenhong took a deep breath, and her complex emotions were instantly replaced by hatred and fear of the future: "I understand."

Deng Minhui handed the divorce agreement to Wenhong: "He signed the divorce agreement; I'll now give you an arrest warrant for Liu Hailong. This afternoon, go to the Minzheng Bureau with the divorce agreement—you don't need Liu Hailong present to divorce."

Wenhong deeply bowed to Deng Minhui: "Section Chief Deng, thank you."

"If you want to thank someone, thank the factory chief—without his order I couldn't help you." Deng Minhui laughed: "Besides, although the divorce agreement says the house goes to you, if you want to actually get it, I'm afraid it won't be that easy—have you thought about how to resolve it?"

Wenhong shook her head: "I don't know."

Deng Minhui asked: "Where is your family's house?"

Wenhong gave the address: "Not far from our factory, a ten-odd minute walk."

Deng Minhui laughed: "The house location is good; my nephew, that is, my elder brother's son, is getting married at year's end and still needs a wedding home. If you're willing, I can act as a matchmaker and sell the house to my elder brother.

You just need to produce the property deed, and I'll handle the transfer. Then you take the money and leave—I'll handle receiving the house. Of course, if you feel you have nowhere to live and can keep the house yourself, I won't force you."

Actually, when Deng Minhui reminded her about whether she wanted the house, she had already thought: even if Liu Hailong signed the divorce agreement, she couldn't get the house. She also lacked the energy and ability to contend with her in-laws.

Now, Deng Minhui taking over this trouble is the best thing for her. As for having a place to live, that's unimportant to her. Even if she's unwilling to return to her parents' home, renting a house is just as good.

Moreover, she had heard that the factory reform is imminent, and workers can purchase shares. If she doesn't divorce, Liu Hailong won't agree to her using money to buy shares, and she also can't go borrow from her parents' home.

Because even if she borrowed money from her parents' home and bought shares, once dividends are paid, Liu Hailong—including her greedy in-laws—would not allow her to return the money to her parents' home. That would mean dragging her own parents into trouble, which she would absolutely not do.

Now, divorced, and Deng Minhui wanting to buy a house—this is a double win for her. One, she no longer needs to waste mental energy and effort on the house. Two, with the money from selling the house, she also doesn't need to borrow money to buy shares.

"I'll keep the house; if Deng Minhui's nephew needs it, I can sell it."

Deng Minhui laughed; his nephew indeed needs to buy a house for marriage. But there are many houses for sale; he wants to buy Wenhong's house, and the main reason is still Liu Hailong's threat against him.

This guy has been able to sit as deputy section chief of the woolen mill's security office for so many years—he's certainly not a good sort. You dare threaten my family? Then I'll make your family homeless. By then, even if you're dead and down there, your ancestors will have to beat this unworthy descendant until his soul scatters.