Chapter 661 Don't slap your face

Chapter 661 Don't slap your face

The strange middle-aged man also stood up as if seeing a savior, and shouted loudly: "Hemingway! You are back. It is illegal for you to restrict my freedom in life. If you don't want me to sue..."

Du Caige rushed to him with a stride, and punched him on the cheek with a right swing, interrupting his next words.

"Ouch!"

The man wanted to fight back, but the bodyguard next to him was not a vegetarian, so he held him down immediately.

Du Caige didn't stop, and continued to hook left and right, and then kicked the man's stomach. The bodyguard also released his hand in good time, causing the man to fall down on the sofa.

He propped up the sofa and barely raised his upper body, "It's wrong to hit someone..."

"boom!"

"I want to sue..."

"Boom!"

"You are not afraid that I will expose..."

"Snapped!"

"You're done! I want to..."

"Boom!"

"Don't...don't hit! I was wrong! Ouch!"

"Crack! Da!"

"Oh, I was wrong and I dare not do it again! I'll tell you who ordered it! Stop hitting!"

Du Caige was so tired that he stopped to catch his breath.

His eyes were still red, but after venting, his focus was no longer so narrow after all.

He looked up and saw that neither Long Jiumei nor Du Yuqi dared to approach him, and he managed to force a smile.

And that strange man, his face was bruised and purple, his eyes were swollen like eggplants, his lips were ruptured and bloodshot, he was almost dying, and he looked like he would fall to death at any time.

However, it just looks scary.

Because the bodyguards exchanged a look: it is not harmful, but extremely insulting.

All right.

Du Caige didn't notice the secret communication of the bodyguards.

But Long Jiumei and Du Yuqi saw it and breathed a sigh of relief—they didn't want their son/brother to become a murderer.

The strange man looked sluggish, and murmured: "It's not good for you, why are you beating someone..."

Du Caige asked him: "Do you want to continue? But I have no strength, I will let them do it."

The strange man looked at the arms of the bodyguards that were thicker than his thighs, shook his head fearfully. "We are all civilized people, so let's not do anything. What do you want? I will try my best to cooperate."

Du Caige thought for a while, nodded and said, "Come with me."

Seeing that he didn't look like he was going to continue boxing, the strange man heaved a sigh of relief and followed him to the study on the second floor.

Du Caige closed the door and asked him to sit down.

Although the strange man was embarrassed, he still recovered a bit, and even asked, "Is there any water? I'm dying of thirst."

"There is wine, do you want to drink?"

"Don't drink, I'll have to drive later."

Du Caige said quietly: "How can I drive with a broken hand?"

The strange man was taken aback and reacted violently: "My hand is not broken! Look!"

He moved his wrist and elbow vigorously, indicating that he was really fine.

"It's not broken now, but if you don't answer me well, it might happen later."

"Brother," the strange man said tentatively, "You are not that kind of cruel person, please don't say such scary things."

Du Caige raised his eyelids, "At your age, you probably have sons or daughters."

He stretched out his hand to stop what the man wanted to say, and the strange man's eyes showed fear.

"Be quiet. It's not time for you to speak yet."

"Don't deny it, you must have a child. I haven't checked yet, and I don't want to. But, if I spend tens of millions, even if I want to find a mole on your daughter's calf, I should Not a problem, right?"

The strange man swallowed hard.

"Look, you have a full understanding of how powerful money is. So I'm curious, you dare to secretly take pictures of my daughter. Do you know that I'm rich?"

"I have no idea……"

"Don't say that you don't know that she is my daughter, which insults my IQ and your own IQ. As for saying that you don't know that I am rich... dare you say it?"

The strange man lowered his head and murmured, "I don't know..."

"Think about it, what step are you willing to do for your children? Are you willing to resort to violence to protect them? Even, violate the law? For example, kill someone if that person threatens the safety of your children. "

The strange man's eyelids twitched.

"Right, me too," Du Caige smiled, "So, you should know, I'm not joking."

The strange man swallowed again, his fists were clenched tightly, and the back of his hand was bruised.

It could be seen that he was very nervous, wanting to make a move but not daring.

The corners of his eyes and mouth were broken, and his lips were swollen like sausages, making him look miserable and ridiculous.

But if Du Caige really threatened him with his child - he would do his best.

Most definitely.

So Du Caige actually just feinted.

But this strange man doesn't know.

He opened his mouth nervously, wanting to say something, but didn't dare to say it.

Du Caige looked at him with a half-smile, "There are some things you can't try. It's too late to regret, understand?"

The strange man lowered his head: "That person is more ruthless than you."

Du Caige touched his chin thoughtfully.

"Hiss!" Only then did he realize that his phalanx was in pain.

If you look closely, the knuckles on the face of the fist are a little swollen.

He touched it, and there should be no fractures.

Just bruises.

The hands of those who hit people were swollen, and it is natural to know what will happen to those who greeted his fists with their faces.

Therefore, this guy is probably also in severe pain, but he dare not make a sound for the time being.

"The surname is Shen, right?"

The strange man nodded hesitantly.

"How much does he know?"

"I don't know very well."

"Say it clearly. Just talk about what you have investigated. You can always talk about it. Let's start with your own name."

The strange man hesitated for a while, and started to say like beans poured into a bamboo tube: "My surname is Dai, Dai Cong, Cong next to the word Wang..."

Du Caige discovered that Dai Cong actually didn't know much.

Just knowing a little about Caiwei, I went to investigate the school where Caiwei studied, the place where she took piano lessons, and asked Yan Yingzhen's classmates about some things by making friends online.

"After collecting information about my daughter, what is he going to do?"

"I don't know, but from all the signs I have observed, he should just want to expose this matter and damage your reputation. For example, he didn't ask me to report your daughter's movement track, security situation around you, etc. , as long as I snap photos, I try to take some pictures of her lonely, as well as pictures of her in the same frame as you and Mr. Yan."

Du Caige was both angry and funny, "What reputation do I have?"

But he was still relieved, at least Shen Jinsong didn't try to kidnap or hurt Caiwei.

Dai Cong added: "But as far as I know, I'm not the only person he invited. I don't know what other people are investigating."

Du Caige lowered his head and thought for a while. Under Dai Cong's anxious eyes, he raised his head, "Let your family hide far away. For example, hide in a small country to settle down. How much will it cost?"

Dai Cong's eyes lit up: "300...no, 5 million!"

Du Caige said with a half-smile, "But you're not worth so much money. My security guards caught you easily. Your professional skills are not good enough."

Dai Cong took a deep breath and said: "My professional skills are not very strong. But what a person can accomplish has a certain relationship with his ability and his position. And I happen to be In a, uh, sort of pivotal position. So, presumably, I can accomplish something that's important to you?"

Du Caige finally laughed.

"Leave a contact information?"

"Okay. There's a website..."

After the communication, Du Caige stood up and said, "I will still send someone to investigate your situation, you understand."

Dai Cong's face turned blue—I don't know if he was beaten or angry. "I know."

Du Caige glanced at him, walked to the table, took out a check book, wrote a few words, and handed it to him.

Dai Cong took it, and looked down, "800,000? Funding for early activities?"

Du Caige shook his head: "I won't give you any activity funds, I will only give you a one-time reward after completing the task. This is medical expenses."

"The medical expenses are not so much."

"Yes." Du Caige said with a smile.

Dai Cong suddenly looked up at him.

Du Caige smiled and said: "Yes, bitter tricks have been useful since ancient times and have never been out of date. How can people believe it if they keep a few bones."

Dai Cong hesitated, "Don't slap your face?"