Chapter 335

Although Qin Songde had not seen Yang Qing.

But when previously investigating Lin Dongfan's social connections, they also learned that, in the Jianglan Province police force, the person with the deepest personal ties to Lin Dongfan was Yang Qing.

Yang Qing, nicknamed Yang Three Years Old, excels at causing trouble.

Interrogation methods keep coming one after another!

Likes to pull out hair!

When hearing Lin Dongfan say he would call Yang Qing over, Qin Songde's heart also gave a jolt; the crotch that had already been kicked felt an additional indescribable pain.

"You… you dare!"

Qin Songde glared angrily at Lin Dongfan with both eyes.

Although he spoke toughly, his two legs trembled honestly, his hands kept tightly covering his crotch, and he couldn't even straighten his waist.

Qin Songde knew clearly in his heart:

Once Yang Qing of the Provincial Department gets involved in today's matter, he will surely try every means to force him to reveal who ordered today's murder.

Then, he will inevitably be tortured by Yang Qing to the point of wanting to live but unable to die, and wanting to die but unable to die.

Qin Songde struggled to suppress his panic and anxiety, staring wide-eyed and putting on a look of facing death as if returning home: "Surname Lin! Now you brought private bodyguards to barge into the Qingfu Clubhouse and injured my people! You say I plotted to murder you—what evidence do you have? The injured person now is me, not you!"

"When did I ever say you plotted to murder me?" Lin Dongfan asked with a smile.

Qin Songde stuck out his neck and raised his voice: "You didn't say that with your mouth, but you mean it in your heart! Calling Yang Qing over is just like calling the police! If you're a man, sit down and negotiate with me privately settle personal grudges! You keep calling the police—what nonsense, no class!"

"The young master just has no class, the young master just wants to call the police—you not satisfied?"

Seeing Qin Songde already angry to the point of his face turning purplish-black, the veins bulging on his neck looked as ugly as twisted old tree roots, and his throat emitted the hoarse panting of a trapped beast.

His whole expression was twisted, looking like a toad that had been slammed in a door seven times.

Lin Dongfan couldn't help but snort: "You actually try the provocation tactic in front of the young master? Do you have that ability? When the young master was three playing with mud, he already used this trick to tease dogs and cats. Before going out, you didn't even look in the mirror, yet you actually want to sit down and negotiate with me—do you have that qualification? You worthless dog. Even setting aside public matters to talk privately, the young master is the eldest son and grandson of the Lin Family—what are you? You're just a dog of the Zou Family."

!!!

Qin Songde's eyes widened as he stared, momentarily not knowing how to retort.

Lin Dongfan again scolded: "I suggest you first find a mirror to look at your appearance—your forehead wrinkles are deep enough to clamp a fly, every pore on your body reeks of scum! You human trash probably even forgot which direction your family's ancestral grave faces! You even have the nerve to jump around acting like a big shot!"

"You……"

Qin Song, angry, covered his chest with his hand, as if holding back a breath he couldn't release, his breathing somewhat difficult.

"Not convinced?"

Lin Dongfan gave a cold smile.

He continued scolding: "The watchdog raised by the Zou Family—your master uses you as a chamber pot, yet you place yourself in the position of a rare antique, saying how shameless you are. Not to mention your eighteen generations of ancestors, either eunuchs or traitors. Just saying your posture of blowing your beard and glaring in front of the young master, you can't even speak clearly. You would even lie down to lick the young master's shoes, yet the young master despises your rough tongue! You beast, you only deserve to lick feces."

"You…… you……"

Qin Songde angrily pointed at Lin Dongfan, his finger trembling with rage, like a chicken's claw before a stroke.

"What are you, you? Old bastard!"

Lin Dongfan scolded more and more heatedly, his speech speeding up: "The Zou Family gave you a bone, yet you hold it in your hand like a precious sword, letting you eat feces you'd probably still thank the heavens for! You don't even piss to look at your own virtue—a social defective with sores on the head and pus on the feet, eyes smaller than copper coins, harboring eight hundred evil thoughts you can't even thread through a needle, you old undying coffin filler, alive you waste air, dead you pollute the land! Back when your father was a traitor visiting prostitutes without paying, the whore angrily gave birth to you—what are you, a lamp?"

!!!

Qin Songde's whole body shook violently, suddenly clutching his chest and stumbling backward.

Lin Dongfan pursued the advantage, stepping closer two steps: "How? Did you get hit where it hurts? Shameless old dog! Do you even deserve the surname Qin of the Great Qin? The Zou Family lets you bite whoever they say, eat feces when they say! Last night you probably even drank the master's foot-washing water with relish! Look at your dog-servant appearance—just a line of severed descendants! Like a eunuch supervisor castrated eight hundred times, from now on just call you Little De."

"Pfft……"

Qin Songde, unable to catch his breath, on the spot spat out a mouthful of old blood from anger.

Almost sprayed Lin Dongfan's face.

Fortunately he dodged quickly.

"Pah!"

Lin Dongfan spat a mouthful of saliva on the ground, then continued scolding: "You dog thing, did you forget to take your medicine when you went out? The blood you spat out is bloody and smelly! Don't say the young master didn't warn you beforehand—if you don't want to die, clamp your tail tight! Around here there are no dog lovers, nobody will indulge you! Understand? If you understand, bark once."

"You! You……"

Qin Songde, blood in his mouth, pointed at the loud-mouthed Lin Dongfan.

You've been talking half a day and still haven't said anything.

Another tight feeling in the chest.

He fainted on the spot!

Xie Xiaofeng and Lao Ba, seeing this scene, simultaneously wiped cold sweat, and in their hearts rose the same voice—Brother Fan is awesome!

Brothers fighting, it's all about fists.

Never expected that Brother Fan could actually, with his three-inch tongue that never rots, scold someone into vomiting blood—today really opened our eyes; we never thought before that Brother Fan is also a top-notch master in the realm of trash talk.

Sun Zhiqing, who came out of the private room, also witnessed this terrifying scene.

Seeing Qin Songde spit blood and collapse unconscious.

Sun Zhiqing stepped forward, bent down, checked Qin Songde's breath, and her heart also relaxed a little—fortunately this old Qin dog still had a breath, not completely dead.

Sun Zhiqing got up, smiled, and poked Lin Dongfan's waist with a finger: "Pretty impressive—where did you learn all those insulting words?"

"Scolding people still needs studying? What a joke."

Lin Dongfan lit a cigarette.

He also said, not taking it seriously: "I was originally a respectable gentleman, but this old bastard insists on dragging me down to his level of scoundrel; if I don't indulge him, I'll seem unapproachable."

"Brother Fan is awesome!"

Lao Ba laughed heartily and gave Lin Dongfan a thumbs-up.

However, what Lao Ba admires is not Brother Fan's scolding ability, but his ability to pick up women.

Looking at Sun Zhiqing and Brother Fan chatting and laughing, you can tell Brother Fan definitely got Sun Zhiqing; otherwise, enemies wouldn't have ambiguously stabbed his waist.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at the situation before and after the corridor—eight bodyguards lay in front, Qin Songde lay behind.

A mess.

Xie Xiaofeng asked: "Brother Fan, are we waiting for Yang Qing to handle these people, or should we handle them ourselves?"

"Wait for Yang Qing to handle them." Lin Dongfan took a drag of his cigarette, then further instructed: "Go find a relatively clean private room, then wake Qin Songde up; tonight Yang Qing will interrogate him on the spot."

"What about me?" Sun Zhiqing looked at Lin Dongfan.

Lin Dongfan gave her a once‑over: "First go take a shower, put on clean clothes, and tomorrow morning come with me to turn yourself in at the task force."