After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 211 - 212: She Wants to Go Home

"Zimo!" the burly man stretched out an arm, "This isn’t following the rules!"

Leng Zimo didn’t bother with him and pushed his arm aside to walk past.

Glancing at the beer bottle still stuck in his arm, the burly man gave a gentle wave.

"Everyone, downstairs!"

"Yes!"

A group of subordinates immediately retreated downstairs.

Leng Zimo strode to the room opposite.

Inside the room, Li Defu and several of his men were all handcuffed and standing. When they saw Leng Zimo walk in carrying Luo Xiaoqian, and felt the Emperor-like coldness and dominance emanating from him, they all instinctively stepped back.

"Who is it?"

Leng Zimo asked softly.

"Big brother!" Li Defu immediately knelt, "This time I was blind, I couldn’t recognize Mount Tai, I didn’t know this girl..."

Smack!

Leng Zimo’s foot met his face, cutting off the rest of his words before they could leave his mouth.

Li Defu’s body flipped backward and crashed to the ground.

Before he could get up, Leng Zimo had already strode over, bent down to cover Luo Xiaoqian’s ears with his face and body. He lifted his foot and stomped heavily between Li Defu’s legs.

Li Defu screamed like a pig being killed but Leng Zimo’s foot had already retracted and kicked fiercely.

His portly body flew up and out of the window, which lacked glass, into the stormy weather.

For a moment, a dull thud was heard.

This was the ninth floor, and right below was a pile of rebar. Li Defu couldn’t survive even if he tried.

The remaining men in the room watched their boss meet this end and were already scared stiff, kneeling on the ground, trembling nonstop, not daring even to beg for mercy.

These guys weren’t good people either; they had fought and hurt others, but to effortlessly cripple a man like Leng Zimo without batting an eye was a ruthlessness they did not possess.

"Zimo, that’s enough!" The tall man standing outside spoke softly, "Leave the rest to me. I’ll make sure they suffer more than death. Her condition is not good right now, don’t scare her!"

When he heard the word "her," Leng Zimo looked down to see Luo Xiaoqian still clutching his clothes, her fingers pale from gripping too tightly. The murderous intent on his face finally faded.

"Let’s go, we’re going home!"

He stepped out the door, and the tall man followed him downstairs.

"Dead or alive, take them all back!"

A few subordinates immediately rushed upstairs, while the rest followed behind them to the ground floor.

A close bodyguard offered an umbrella. The tall man opened the large umbrella and held it quietly over Leng Zimo and Luo Xiaoqian’s heads.

The subordinates behind them all showed surprised expressions. Their boss was actually holding an umbrella for this man. Who on earth was he?!

Leng Zimo didn’t pay any attention, just holding Luo Xiaoqian tightly as he walked towards his Bugatti.

"We should go to the hospital," the tall man reminded softly.

His arm wound needed immediate attention; who knew if that beer bottle was clean?

Leng Zimo glanced at Luo Xiaoqian in his arms, whispered, "She wants to go home!"

"She needs a doctor now!"

Anger tinged the tall man’s voice as he unintentionally raised it.

Hearing his voice, Luo Xiaoqian shrank back into Leng Zimo’s embrace.

Leng Zimo turned his head, his gaze fiercely glaring at the tall man beside him.

"Huangfu Ao, dare to raise your voice again and try!"