The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 211 - Errand runner exposed Luo Qinghe brutally
Chapter 211: 211: Errand runner exposed, Luo Qinghe brutally beaten (first update)
Chapter 211: 211: Errand runner exposed, Luo Qinghe brutally beaten (first update)
Zhou Xufang grinned, “Alright～”
Jiang Zhi then allowed her to drink.
The cell phone on the sofa rang, and Jiang Zhi answered it.
It was Tang Xiang, “Jiang Zhi.”
“What’s the matter?”
Her voice was rushed as she said, “My mother is with Luo Qinghe.”
“The Luo Family?”
“No, she hasn’t sent me the address yet. She asked me to come alone.” Luo Qinghe must have suspected her and was probably planning to give her a taste of her own medicine.
Jiang Zhi asked, “What does she want?”
“She didn’t say.” Tang Xiang guessed, “It must be about the original recording.”
It was eight forty in the evening.
On Zhangjiang Bridge, the cold wind was moist. A stretched sedan was parked by the roadside, its windows tightly shut.
The back seat was spacious with a wheelchair placed inside; Luo Qinghe sat next to the wheelchair with a briefcase on her lap.
The briefcase was open, and the light from the screen shone on her black coat.
Luo Qinghe was wearing headphones. After watching the video, she muttered to herself, “So it was you.”
It was her.
Luo Qinghe took off her headphones and suddenly burst into laughter, “Hahahahaha…”
Because she laughed so loudly, the person sleeping behind her woke up.
She encrypted the video, saved it, closed the briefcase, stood up, walked to the back seat, and squatted down: “Aunt Xiu, Xiangxiang is here to pick you up. Let’s go down.”
Ms. He had been injected with drugs, her mind dazed and groggy, unconsciously murmuring, “Xiangxiang.”
At nine o’clock, Tang Xiang arrived at Zhangjiang Bridge. Before she even got close, she saw Ms. He tied to the outside of the railing. She hurriedly ran towards her.
“Mom!”
Luo Qinghe stood next to Ms. He, holding a small knife in her hand, and said, “Stand still and don’t move.”
Tang Xiang stopped.
Her mother was clearly disoriented, shaking her head and swaying, her entire body outside the railing, only held in place by a rope tied around her wrist to the railing.
Luo Qinghe toyed with the small knife in her hand, the blade inadvertently brushing against the rope, “Don’t come too close. If you startle me and my hand slips, I can’t guarantee the rope won’t be cut.”
Tang Xiang dared not move closer; her eyes were filled with urgency, “You crazy woman, do you know what you’re doing?”
Luo Qinghe was insulted but still laughed, her eyes looking sinister and gloomy, “You already called me a crazy woman. How would I know what I’m doing?”
She was impervious to reason; Tang Xiang grew both angry and anxious, “I called the police before I came. They’ll be here soon. If you don’t want to go to prison, release her now.”
The riverside wind was strong, causing Ms. He to sway perilously, the rope around her wrist creaking under the strain.
Tang Xiang felt her heart might jump out!
Luo Qinghe still laughed like a ghastly fiend, wearing a ruby hairpin, her red lips parting and closing, “Releasing your mother won’t keep me out of prison either. So tell me, why should I let her go?”
Madwoman!
Truly a madwoman!
Tang Xiang was infuriated, “Then, what the hell do you want!”
“You don’t know what I want?” Luo Qinghe’s single eyelids made her look unsympathetic and enchanting, “Stop pretending, Tang Xiang, give me the original.”
Tang Xiang immediately countered, “What original?”
Playing dumb.
Luo Qinghe was in no rush, leisurely tapping the small knife in her hand, “The old case in the Luo Family’s garden; you’re the one with a motive to dig to the root of it.”
So many related to that case, it could also be traced back to Tang Xiang. If it really was her, that would be impressive. Enduring and working dutifully against the Luo Family for eight years, one could see her determination and tolerance were extraordinary.
Even if it was not her…
Luo Qinghe remained calm, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it, I’m not afraid of making a wrongful execution.” As long as nothing slips, trying each related person one by one, digging three feet into the ground should uncover something.
Tang Xiang thought of a word—Devil.
Luo Qinghe was truly terrifying; the small knife was already pressing down on the rope.
Tang Xiang shouted, “Wait!” She tried to stall, “I don’t know what original you are speaking of, but I’ll do anything, just don’t hurt my mom.”
Still unwilling to confess, was it not her then? Luo Qinghe lingered in speech, acrimoniously, “So the mole isn’t you.” She pretended to pity herself, “Then what should I do? If I can’t find the person framing me, my end might be close.” Her tone shifted, smiling revealing her teeth, “Then I might have to drag someone down with me.” She rubbed the blade against the rope, and the flimsy rope immediately broke halfway.
Damn! This crazy woman!
Tang Xiang couldn’t drag it out any longer and had to compromise, “You want the original, right? Fine, here, I’ll give you everything!” She took the backpack off her back and threw it over.
Luo Qinghe still stood in place, not even bothering to pick it up, and gave a smirk, “Heh.” Glancing at the item on the ground, she said, “Too late, I don’t want it anymore.”
Who knows if these were just copied or recorded.
Tang Xiang was nearly driven insane by this madwoman, “Luo Qinghe!”
Luo Qinghe didn’t even look at her and leaned on the railing, gazing down at the rushing waters of the Zhangjiang River below, “The currents of the Zhangjiang are strong. If you fall in, the chance of survival is very small.”
She said, “My dad died right here.”
Right next to it, the crime scene’s expandable barriers had yet to be removed, and the railing there had also been destroyed.
Luo Qinghe turned her distant gaze back to the disoriented Ms. He and suddenly spoke in a gentle voice, “Aunt Xiu, you should join him too.”
After saying that, she swiftly slashed down.
The rope snapped…
“Mom!” Tang Xiang immediately ran towards the edge of the bridge.
Just as Ms. He started to fall, the rope tied around her wrist was grabbed. Almost simultaneously, Luo Qinghe’s neck was seized by a hand wearing black gloves.
Here he came, the professional errand runner, Z.
Luo Qinghe’s pupils dilated, gasping frantically with her neck choked while her mouth hung open. The small knife in her hand dropped to the ground as she knocked the glasses off the face before her.
Beneath the glasses were a pair of blood-red eyes.
Zhou Xufang was enraged, and once she became angry, violence followed, her voice becoming slightly hoarse, barely contained, “I don’t hit women, but today I’ll make an exception.”
This woman, so bad, so bad, it made her itch to hit her!
Zhou Xufang held her by the neck, and pushed forcefully, using about eighty percent of her strength.
Luo Qinghe was sent flying, crashing into the railing a few meters away and rolled onto the ground, screaming in pain like a piece of rag.
Zhou Xufang freed her hands and immediately pulled Ms. He back onto the bridge from over the railing.
Tang Xiang quickly went over to support Ms. He.
The professional errand runner Z, it was her first time seeing him with her own eyes. Was he hired by Jiang Zhi? Apart from her, only Jiang Zhi knew about this. As she was wondering, a gust of wind swept by, and when she looked up again, the errand runner clad in a black jacket had already moved to the opposite side of the bridge.
Luo Qinghe’s pupils contracted sharply.
In just two seconds, the man was in front of her.
She sat up from the ground, her back numb from the impact, and looked up at those blood-coloured eyes, “I remember you warned me that when you get angry, your eyes turn red. I didn’t believe it back then.” Fear was evident in her eyes, yet it was mixed with a thrill of excitement, “Turns out you really are a Monster.” No wonder he could climb walls, was immune to weapons, and could strike terror in the entire errand runner circle.
This Monster had one weakness, she dared not kill.
Zhou Xufang adjusted the cap embroidered with letters on her head, “Yes, Monster now wants to kill you.”
She had never felt such an urge to kill someone before.
She couldn’t hold it back anymore and kicked Luo Qinghe squarely in the chest.
Luo Qinghe rolled several meters across the ground from the kick. Zhou Xufang didn’t hold back, and Luo Qinghe’s face instantly turned pale, remaining motionless on the ground for a long time. She coughed, tasting blood in her throat.
It took her a long time to get up, her red gem on her head shining brightly, and she suddenly burst into raucous laughter, “Hahahahahahahaha…”
Like a madwoman.
Zhou Xufang approached, “What are you laughing at?”
Her eyes filled with red vessels as she laughed, “Laughing at how foolish you all are, hahahaha…”
“Madwoman.”
Beast!
Even someone as good-tempered as Zhou Xufang felt like exploding in anger. She squatted down, grabbed Luo Qinghe by the collar, and punched her in the stomach.
Luo Qinghe screamed in pain but there was a gleeful and wild look in her eyes even while being violently subdued; she showed no sign of submission or remorse.
Zhou Xufang threw another punch.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Luo Qinghe lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Zhou Xufang’s eyes grew darker with bloodlust as she crouched down, picked her up, made a fist, and smashed it down—
“Enough.”
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Her hand was grabbed, and Jiang Zhi had arrived, dressed in black just like her, “She’ll die, you can’t hit her anymore.” His voice was very low, audible only to Zhou Xufang.
Zhou Xufang turned around, her pupils bright red, “Then let her die.”
