Dear Commander-in-Chief Chapter 1948 1950 This Kind Of Violence, Not Good, Not Good! 1

Chapter 1948 1950 This Kind Of Violence, Not Good, Not Good! 1

The Man in the lead smiled slyly. He thought that this plan was too perfect. Today’s kidnapping was too smooth. Later, he would call Gu Qiqi, not only did he force Gu Qiqi to obediently hand over the new evidence in court, but he also wanted to throw her daughter and Gong Jue’s son into a meat patty in front of Gu Qiqi to relieve the hatred in his heart!

He was intoxicated with himself. The humiliation he had suffered in court during the day was completely swept away, and he was full of pride!

However.

Just as he was laughing delightedly, a small figure suddenly shot over like a cannonball, full of power.

It turned out that Gong Ting had taken advantage of his carelessness and directly kicked his leg, rus.h.i.+ng up and strangling his throat!

That action was fast, ruthless, and accurate!

“You... Cough Cough Cough Cough! You Stinky Brat, let go of me...”the man’s throat was strangled and he let out a muddled curse, desperately patting Gong Ting’s head with his hand.

However, even under the heavy blow, Gong Ting didn’t let go. Instead, he threatened him with a cold voice, “Get your men to throw their guns out!”

“Don’t you dare!”The man fiercely refused to obey.

Gong Ting Fingers a little bit of force, the man throat feel to be broken.

d.a.m.n, how does a six or seven-year-old kid get so much strength?

What a mistake!

If I’d known, I would have tied this little b.a.s.t.a.r.d up. I was fooled by his stupid look.

The man has a sore throat and is threatened by Gong Ting. He has no choice but to tell his men to put down their * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * .

The man thought of something and gave his men a look.

Then, his men threw their guns to the ground.

Suddenly, someone changed the direction of the gun in his hand and pressed it on the back of Bei Gong Niannian’s head!

“Brat, you don’t want this Little Brat’s life anymore, do you? If you want her to die, you can go ahead and court death!”The man threatened.

Gong Ting’s pupils constricted and he pretended to be calm. “HMPH, she’s not my father’s biological child, why should I care about her life and death?”

The man laughed. “You Little Brat, you’re quite arrogant, you don’t mean what you say! If you don’t care about her life and death, why did you chase her out to look for her? Aren’t you worried that she’ll be tricked into the Ferris wheel by me?”??eℯ?ℯ?n?ѵe?.c??

Gong Ting’s expression froze.

The little boy’s anger and embarra.s.sment from being seen through by others made him blurt out, “I don’t care about this Little Idiot’s life and death. I chased her out just to see how stupid she is!”

The man laughed mockingly. “Well, now you see, as long as I give the order, her skull will turn into a broken watermelon. Or, I’ll throw her down first to see if I can activate the temporary valve mechanism of the Ferris Wheel!”

Gong Ting’s heart trembled!

His cold expression could not overcome the softness in his heart. “How dare you!”

He was worried and confused, but he still let the cat out of the bag.

The man knew that he was worried about Beigong Niannian’s safety and did not dare to make a move again. So, he grabbed his neck and pulled him down.

He raised his hand and was ready to teach Gong Ting a lesson. “Gong Jue’s stupid son, I will smash your face today and let you atone for your father’s sins!”

He had just raised his hand!

Bei Gong niannian, who was by the window, turned around leisurely and looked at everyone in the Ferris wheel seat in surprise. She said in a childish voice, “Uncle, brother, what are you guys doing?”

Gong Ting rolled his eyes at her in annoyance.

The short and shrewd man in the lead laughed even more wickedly. “We’re playing a very interesting game. Do you think I can smash his tiny face with a few slaps?”

Beigong Niannian shook her head and gently pushed away the * * on her head with a silly smile. “This is too violent, not good, not good...”