mtlumby2d Chapter 349 A Love Across Time and Space, A Modern Movie Queen's Fierce Love - 29
Chapter 349 A Love Across Time and Space, A Modern Movie Queen's Fierce Love - 29
Chapter 349 A Love Across Time, A Modern Movie Queen Falls for Her - 29
"Punish you? I'm afraid of getting my hands dirty!"
Regarding Mr. Zhang's previous matter, he didn't intend to go all the way; in the end, he only detained him for a period of time.
"Mr. Fu, please, please give me another chance..."
With each plea, his sweat-soaked forehead slammed against the ground, making dull thuds. Each thud seemed to use all his strength, causing his forehead to quickly become red and swollen.
Fu Jinchuan remained unmoved by the kowtow of General Manager Zhang, expressionless as he reached out and slowly picked up a glass of water from the table.
His movements were unhurried, but the chill in his eyes made one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
Suddenly, he raised his arm high and poured the entire glass of water over Mr. Zhang's head without hesitation.
The icy water instantly soaked Mr. Zhang's hair and clothes, streaming down his face.
However, this is not over yet.
Fu Jinchuan then raised his foot and stomped hard on Mr. Zhang's palm.
There was a crisp "crack" sound; I don't know if it was the sound of a bone breaking.
"When you kidnapped Wanwan, why didn't you ever think of asking me to give you a chance? Now you know to plead for yourself, but it's too late!"
Fu Jinchuan's voice was icy cold, and his eyes were extremely fierce, as if one kick could kill the person in front of him.
"Ouch—it hurts! It really hurts! Mr. Fu, please spare me! What you're doing is illegal."
Mr. Zhang's wailing echoed throughout the room like a pig being slaughtered, lingering in the air for a long time.
At this point, he no longer cared about dignity or image; his face was contorted with pain, and his body trembled uncontrollably from the intense agony.
"You dare say I've broken the law? Humph, that's utterly ridiculous!"
Fu Jinchuan sneered, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"The thing I, Fu Jinchuan, fear most in this life is losing Mu Wanwan. As for anything else, I have no fear at all!"
Faced with Jin Chuan's cold-blooded ruthlessness, General Manager Zhang's desperate pleas were clearly of no use.
He desperately raised his head and met Fu Jinchuan's murderous gaze. In that instant, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to his heart, and his mind was in turmoil, as if a thousand horses were galloping through his veins.
At this moment, Fu Jinchuan seemed to have lost consciousness; he was completely insane.
"Help! Someone, please help me!"
Mr. Zhang's throat was almost hoarse from shouting. His desperate and shrill cries echoed throughout the room, but they were like stones sinking into the sea, receiving no response.
He could feel the bones in his hands making a chilling creaking sound, as if they were about to break at any moment.
If this torture doesn't stop soon, these hands might really be ruined!
So, Mr. Zhang used all his strength to shout for help at the top of his lungs, hoping to attract the attention of the people in the police station and have them come to rescue him from his predicament.
No matter how much he screamed, apart from his own voice echoing in the air, no other sounds could be heard.
The surrounding silence was deathly, as if it had completely isolated him from this terrible world.
The headlights that had been hanging steadily overhead suddenly began to shake violently, flashing an eerie light.
Backlit, Fu Jinchuan's figure appeared particularly ferocious and terrifying, like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, approaching President Zhang step by step.
Suddenly, Fu Jinchuan raised his foot and kicked Zhang hard.
The kick was extremely powerful, sending the unsuspecting Mr. Zhang flying.
With a dull thud, Mr. Zhang's body crashed heavily into the corner, raising a cloud of dust.
"Murder is punishable by death, Fu Jinchuan, please don't come near me again!"
Mr. Zhang huddled in the corner, trembling uncontrollably, looking exactly like a pitiful little dog that had been frightened to death.
At this moment, he no longer cared about the waves of pain emanating from his body; his only thought was how to save his own life.
However, Fu Jinchuan was not a person who had lost his mind. Although he was burning with anger, he still had a clear understanding of what kind of place this was and a good sense of propriety.
Since he had already decided to have Du Haoran send this person here, he would certainly not personally deal with the other party.
He walked slowly toward General Manager Zhang with a gloomy expression, each step seemingly carrying a heavy pressure that instilled fear in everyone.
He walked up to Mr. Zhang, raised his foot without hesitation, and then stomped hard on Mr. Zhang's back.
With a forceful downward press, Mr. Zhang's body instantly lost its support, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, unable to move an inch.
The already enormous body trembled uncontrollably from the intense pain.
"Enjoy your remaining time in prison. I'll arrange for the people inside to take 'good' care of you!"
He spoke coldly, his words carrying a chilling undertone.
After saying that, he casually withdrew his foot, lightly patted the dust off his trousers, and then turned and strode away without looking back.
Mr. Zhang, who was being trampled underfoot, seemed to have been granted a pardon and began to gasp for breath.
Only after confirming that Fu Jinchuan had indeed gone far away could he suppress his fear and despair and burst into tears, his cries shrill and tragic.
An employee from the bureau strolled over slowly, yelling impatiently, "Stop crying! It's so noisy!"
Upon hearing the sound, Mr. Zhang realized with a start that someone had been waiting outside from the very beginning, but they had never shown themselves.
"My hands... my hands are almost ruined, it hurts so much..." Mr. Zhang cried out in pain as he sobbed.
However, the other party showed no sympathy whatsoever, coldly replying, "So what if you're crippled? You'll never be able to leave here again anyway, so what's the use of having your hands!"
These words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Mr. Zhang's heart and shattering the glimmer of hope that had just risen within him.
"You...you're not going to call a doctor for me?" Mr. Zhang stared wide-eyed at the people in front of him, his eyes filled with pleading. But all he received was a cold rejection and a mocking laugh.
"Getting you a doctor? That's a complete waste of precious medical resources! There are so many people in this world who are in much greater need of medical care than you! As human beings, we should know how to give back, do you understand that principle?"
Mr. Zhang's once ambitious heart is now dead, but the waves of pain in his hands and body are unbearable, and tears uncontrollably stream down his cheeks.