"Heh, just because I know how to make bombs, you think you can fra for planting one? Even if I asked the Peng Family’s servant for phosphorus powder, so what? Can’t I just be ssing around with it for fun?" Duan Ziqing sneered, his handso face pale with pain, yet his eyes looked playfully at An Yiqing.
"Of course not, I wouldn’t fra you, Master Duan, just because of these things!" An Yiqing let out a cold chuckle, took a white paper from An Zhiyu’s hand, and fiercely slapped it onto Duan Ziqing’s face, "This is the test result of the bomb fragnts; the fingerprints on it completely match yours, Duan Ziqing! Are you going to tell soone used your fingerprints to fra you? Duan Ziqing, you think just because the bomb exploded, I can’t find out the fingerprints?"
Duan Ziqing’s expression changed, disregarding the pain on his scalp, he quickly took the paper and read it. His face grew darker, turning alternately red and white, a sight to behold.
Having just regained consciousness from a faint, Duan Jingning snatched the test report from Duan Ziqing’s hand, and after reading it, harshly slapped it alongside the previous docunt onto Duan Ziqing’s face!
"You disgrace! Beast! Look at what you did! I’ll beat you to death!" Duan Jingning was furious. Peng Shaohe and An Yiqing, one being his close friend and another his lifesaver. He couldn’t believe his son had planted a bomb in their car, almost sending them to the Underworld!
Duan Jingning was truly enraged, he casually grabbed sothing nearby and smashed it towards Duan Ziqing’s head!
"Old Master!" Duan Shan was shocked, hurriedly reaching from behind to hold onto Duan Jingning, preventing him from doing sothing he would regret for a lifeti.
"Ah Shan, let go! I want to beat this beast to death! He actually did such a heartless thing!" Duan Jingning’s eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted with rage, "Duan Ziqing! Do you know what you’ve done? You almost killed Xiao Qing and Grandpa Peng, do you know that? If they truly died, how would you compensate? Huh? Tell !" Duan Jingning struggled in Duan Shan’s arms, tossing everything he could reach desperately in Duan Ziqing’s direction.
The hall was quiet; Duan Tang and the others silently watched this farce unfold. Most of their gaze fell on An Yiqing, who was exuding a chilling aura.
"Hey! Ziqing! Why aren’t you dodging? Are you stupid?" Qiu Yanran, who had been sitting beside Duan Ziqing, finally couldn’t hold back. She broke free from Qiu Qingran’s hand that had been restraining her, and blocked the object thrown by Duan Jingning. Coincidentally, that object was a crystal ashtray, Duan Shan, busy suppressing Duan Jingning, failed to catch it, and it landed directly on Duan Jingning’s forehead.
Imdiately, blood gushed out!
"Old Master!" Duan Shan was shocked, the sight of fresh blood on Duan Jingning’s forehead frightened him. He frantically searched for gauze to bind the wound but found nothing on him except his cell phone.
"Use mine." At this mont, An Yiqing suddenly spoke, holding a handkerchief.
Duan Shan gratefully looked at An Yiqing, took the handkerchief, and plugged the wound on Duan Jingning’s forehead.
"What have you done?!" Duan Ziqing, just recovering from the shock of Duan Jingning’s injury, suddenly shoved Qiu Yanran.
Qiu Yanran was caught off guard, stumbled back a step. She looked at Duan Ziqing in disbelief, her eyes full of grievance, "Ziqing! If I hadn’t stopped it, that ashtray would have hit your head! Then it would be your head splitting open! And now you’re blaming ?!"
Duan Ziqing opened his mouth, glanced at the blood-covered Duan Jingning, and said nothing.
An Yiqing, seeing the chaos growing more turbulent, impatiently decided to end it early.
"Duan Ziqing, the evidence is conclusive, do you have anything to say?"
Duan Ziqing sneered at An Yiqing, "Nothing much to say! You found out because I wasn’t thorough! Next ti, I’ll make sure to be swift and leave you with no chance to uncover the truth!"
"Good! That’s great! You’re truly a man, you have a stubborn temper!" An Yiqing laughed bitterly at Duan Ziqing’s defiance. Her eyes sharp like daggers piercing Duan Ziqing’s heart, "Duan Ziqing! I’m asking you! If Grandpa Peng and Peng Ze were killed on the road today, how would you face yourself?!"
Duan Ziqing froze, then casually chuckled, "Stop being alarmist. They’re not dead, are they?"
Slap—!
An Yiqing slapped Duan Ziqing across the face. With great force, she deliberately infused a trace of Inner Breath into the slap. Unaware of ancient martial arts, Duan Ziqing was knocked to the ground by An Yiqing’s blow, his vision darkened, body numb.
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