The City’s Invincible Soldier King Chapter 138: Who is helping me?

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Three minutes later, the oil pan is boiling.

Long Lin finally turned his head again, looked at Zhu Manhao, smiled and asked, "Zhu Dong, have you thought about it?"

"Woo..."

Zhu Manhao screamed, desperately trying to move his body, but he couldn't do anything except make some whining noises.

"Well, since you are so embarrassed, let me make the decision for you." Dragon Scale pushed the sofa to the side of the hot oil pan and squatted at Zhu Manhao's feet, smiling and saying," With Zhu Dong’s worth, he must have enjoyed a variety of high-end foot treatments, right? But I can guarantee that Zhu Dong must have never enjoyed such a novel oil pot foot bath."

"I said Dong Zhu, how can you thank me for serving you so hard?" Long Lin picked up Zhu Manhao's plump right foot and said with a smile again.

While speaking, Dragon Scale plucked a leaf from the potted plant on the coffee table and threw it into the oil pan.

"Papa..."

The boiling oil splashed, and the leaves instantly turned brown.

"The oil temperature is fine, Zhu Dong, enjoy it."

Long Lin's face instantly became icy, and immediately, Zhu Manhao's fat right foot was pressed into the oil pan.

The pain of frying is painful.

"Woo..."

Amidst a stern, but low-voice wailing, Zhu Manhao closed his eyes and went straight into a coma.

Long Lin quickly took Zhu Manhao's right foot out of the oil pan, but even so, the white and fat right foot turned into a yellow and bright fried bear paw.

Long Lin rescued Zhu Manhao again and pressed his left foot into the oil pan without any explanation.

"Woo..."

Just half a second, Zhu Manhao fainted again.

Long Lin took Zhu Manhao's left foot out of the oil pan and rescued Zhu Manhao again. Then, he turned off the induction cooker and carried the oil pan into the bathroom.

Pour out the boiling oil, wash the pan, and the dragon scales returned the induction cooker and the remaining half barrel of cooking oil back to the kitchen on the first floor without a rush.

Zhu Manhao has completely collapsed, his eyes are lost and his eyes are blank.

No more need to continue.

Dragon Scale picked up Zhu Manhao’s feet and used a sharp scalpel to cut off the burnt skin, and a clean military dagger cut open his palm, which will have magical recovery ability. The blood was evenly smeared on Zhu Manhao's feet.

Boiled oil burns are different from knife cut wounds. It is relatively difficult to recover.

After more than 30 minutes, Zhu Manhao's feet basically returned to normal, and Zhu Manhao barely recovered a bit of consciousness.

But in his eyes, there is only the fear that penetrates the bones.

"Okay, now we can have a good talk." Dragon Scale stared at Zhu Manhao with a knife-like gaze, and said in a cold voice, "I will restore your ability to speak, but if you dare to be confused If you scream, continue to the next level of hell."

While speaking, Long Lin used his middle index fingers together to poke Zhu Manhao quickly.

"Please, let me go." Zhu Manhao did not howl, only desperate pleading.

"I ask, you answer." Long Lin directly ignored Zhu Manhao's pleading, and said coldly, "You got a wrong answer, continue to the next level, there is too much nonsense, continue to the next level, dare to hide, continue Next level."

"Yes, yes..." Zhu Manhao collapsed and said, "I must tell the truth."

"1. Who is the person who helped you plant the money and blame Qian Gu Ming?"

Zhu Manhao finally understood why he came to this Yama from the eighteenth hell. For a while, he regretted and wanted to hack himself to death.

"Say."

The cold drink of the dragon scales scared Zhu Haohao into his liver and gallbladder.

"Nie, Bureau Nie."

"Who is Nie Ju Chang?"

"Nie Qifeng, Yanjing Nie family."

Yanjing Nie's family, Xi Zhendong's natal family, is also a good red family.

Compared with Li Zimei's family, Li's family, it is a few grades worse.

"Call Nie Qifeng and ask him to acquit Qian Guming immediately. If he loses a feather, I will let you taste all the torture of the eighteenth hell."

Long Lin strode into the bedroom, took Zhu Manhao's cell phone from the bedside table, and restored his right hand to move.

"Twenty minutes for you to adjust your emotions." Long Lin said coldly, "Twenty minutes later, I will get the news that Qian Guming was acquitted."

"Yes, yes..."

Long Lin was too lazy to take care of Zhu Manhao, who didn't dare to play any tricks, and carefully inspected the scene, carefully removing any traces that might become evidence.

The dragon scales are the demon from the depths of the eighteenth hell. They are the uncompromising Hades, Demon Lords and Satan. At this moment, Zhu Manhao has only one wish, that is, the Hades quickly leave his home and go further it is good.

A few minutes later, Zhu Wanhao dialed the phone.

The call was very short. Zhu Manhao used Qian Qingxi to sign a land sale contract to trick Nie Qifeng into releasing Qian Guming.

Long Lin didn't say anything, and strode over, poke Zhu Manhao's body with the middle index fingers close together, and then used the speed to the extreme, instantly turning into an afterimage.

The extreme speed made Zhu Manhao shiver uncontrollably.

Under his fearful gaze, the afterimage jumped down from the balcony on the fifth floor, but in the volley, the dragon scales not only did not descend, but suddenly rose more than two meters, looking at it with icy eyes. After seeing Zhu Wanhao, he fell quickly and completely lost his trace.

The last glance, like the stare of the devil, made Zhu Manhao an uncontrollable chill, and it also made him deeply understand that this devil could easily take away his little boy at any time if he wanted to kill him. Life.

And even more terrifying is that if this devil comes again, he will not face death as simple as that.

The torture of not being able to survive or begging for death is more terrifying than death, and Zhu Manhao completely lost the courage to take revenge.

For a long time, Zhu Manhao recovered from the piercing cold, and Zhan Zhan walked to the balcony.

Looking at the deserted courtyard of the villa, Zhu Manhao finally let go of his heart a little, and then rushed back to the room, desperately shaking the young wife who was still sleeping.

Attorney Wang was staring, Qian Guming did not suffer any torture, but Qian Guming, who had never been in the detention center, had collapsed automatically.

It wasn't until three poles in the sun that Qian Guming, who hadn't closed his eyes all night, took a nap in dizziness.

"When."

Qian Guming was awakened by the sound of the baton hitting the iron railing.

Seeing a middle-aged policeman in a police uniform, Qian Guming was so scared that he shivered, and instinctively moved his body back.

Looking at Qian Guming, who was trembling slightly, a trace of disdain flashed in the police's eyes, "The truth of the matter has been found out. You are framed and you can go."

"I...I can really go?" Qian Guming rushed over and asked ecstatically.

"If you like to stay here for a while, I don't mind."

"No, no..." Qian Guming nodded and said with a bow, "Brother Police, thank you."

The police glanced at Qian Guming with disdain, opened the prison door, and took this **** rich boy out of the detention center.

After receiving the news of Qian Guming's acquittal, Lawyer Wang also quietly retreated, without showing up from beginning to end.

As soon as he left the police station, Qian Guming eagerly dialed Qian Qingxi's phone and said sincerely, "Sister, thank you."

"Gu Ming, are you out?"

"Sister, I was acquitted." Qian Guming said sincerely again, "Sister, thank you for saving me."

Qian Qingxi frowned.

She is still trying to find a relationship, trying to rescue Qian Guming, who was planted, but no matter what, no one in the officialdom she knew dared to intervene in the South China Police Department.

Nothing else, because Nie Qifeng, the fifth Nie family, is gilding at Nandan Police Station.

Since it was a plantation, it must be impossible to let her brother go so easily.

Who is helping me? Qian Qingxi quietly fell into thought.

Suddenly, a name jumped into her mind.

Dragon scales?

But after a while, Qian Qingxi shook his head again, denying this absurd idea.

Long Lin may be able to help her, but it happened suddenly, Long Lin should not know the news that Qian Guming was planted.

Who would it be?

Qian Qingxi thought carefully about various possibilities.