Song Wu hurriedly brought over two security guards from nearby.

"Oh my goodness." The security guards were stunned when they saw the situation: "Director Song, stop...stop hitting, don't kill anyone."

"I must beat this backstabbing bastard to death," Song Jia roared furiously.

Today was just not Song Jia's day; she went for a blind date in the morning, and the guy slipped away under the excuse of going to the bathroom as soon as they met. It was the ninety-ninth time her blind date had failed. This time it particularly irked and depressed her since nobody had ever treated her this way before; just upon meeting, he found an excuse to sneak off to the bathroom, leaving her waiting alone for an hour.

Just after returning to the City Committee and parking her car, she overheard people talking behind her back. At the City Committee, Song Jia was well aware that her unattractive appearance was often discussed behind her back, turning her into a subject of Eight Diagrams for everyone. She had always wanted to completely eliminate such gossip, but never found the right opportunity. Today, she coincidentally bumped into it.

Because she was in a bad mood and truly wanted everyone to stop discussing her appearance behind her back, she went all out. She decided to fight a life-and-death battle with the opposing party and used this method as a warning sign for everyone to know that continuing to discuss her appearance behind her back would result in such consequences.

Clearly, Song Wen had become the target for Song Jia's demonstration.

"I'll teach you to speak ill of me, I'll teach you!"

With gritted teeth, Song Jia slapped Song Wen fiercely each time she repeated herself.

After a merciless beating, Song Wen was almost out of energy to resist, feeling his face burning hot, as if chili oil had been poured on it, flames seemed to burst from beneath his skin.

"Have mercy, please have mercy," Song Wen pleaded desperately.

"Admit your mistake?" Song Jia shouted angrily.

"I admit... I was wrong," Song Wen nodded quickly.

Song Jia then stopped slapping.

At this moment, many people from the City Committee came out from the office building and, facing the crowd, Song Jia suddenly felt a surge of satisfaction. This was exactly the effect she wanted. She wanted to set an example and let everyone know that she was not to be messed with.

Song Jia stood up and sneered: "If there's a next time, I definitely won't let you off easily."

After saying this, Song Jia walked away from the parking lot in her high heels. Song Wu hurriedly helped Song Wen up.

Song Wen's right cheek had swollen into a huge bun, the massive bun was fiery hot, making his face extremely asymmetrical. To outsiders, it was immediately amusing.

"Fuck!" Song Wen roared in anger, seemingly venting his dissatisfaction.

Song Jia paused her steps and turned to glare at Song Wen.

Song Wen was immediately frightened and took two steps back, almost tripping over his own feet and falling.

"Haha..." This scene made everyone burst into thunderous laughter.

"Brother, are you okay?" Song Wu asked hastily.

"This ugly freak," Song Wen roared furiously: "I'll teach her a harsh lesson sooner or later."

"Get a few guys to take turns on her!" a nearby security guard chimed in.

"Fuck, that's too easy on her," Song Wen spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, saying: "This kind of woman is eternally unsatisfied, why would anyone rape her? Wouldn't that be letting her off easy? She should be taken down by several stallions instead."

"Haha..." Everyone laughed again.

Song Wen only dared to speak like this after Song Jia had left; if Song Jia were here, he probably wouldn't dare to say such things. Touching his aching face, Song Wen felt pain as if thousands of steel needles were piercing into his skin, a sensation so painful it made him wish for death.

Thump thump...

Suddenly, a honking sound was heard, and everyone quickly made way. Lin Chuan's green jeep approached, the front bumper slightly deformed. As soon as people saw it was Lin Chuan's car, they widened the path even further.

Lin Chuan drove up to Song Wen, rolled down the window, and mockingly said: "Tsk tsk, Pig Head Brother."

After speaking, Lin Chuan pressed the gas pedal and zoomed off. The two exhaust pipes released thick black smoke. A large amount of smoke sprayed onto the Song brothers.

Cough cough...

The two hurriedly covered their noses, unable to bear the smoky assault.

Once the car left and the smoke cleared, the two opened their eyes and noticed each other's faces had been blackened by the car's exhaust.

"Fuck his damn ancestors!" The two couldn't help but curse.

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To turn the tables, one must start with the video at hand. Lin Chuan returned to the transport market and immediately opened the video on the computer. The video was already clear, showing someone dressed as a doctor entering Long Wu's intensive care and then killing him.

"Lin Chuan, where did you get this video from?" Zhou Rui asked anxiously.

"Copied from inside the hospital," Lin Chuan replied.

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