"Who... Who are you?" Wei Zhao instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his trembling finger aiming his handgun at the man.
"Soone... Where did everyone go?" He shouted.
Yet, no one answered him.
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor echoed throughout the vacant basent.
Wei Zhao instinctively stepped back, aiming at the man’s head: "You... Stay away...."
The man’s gaze fell behind him, his pupils suddenly contracting.
The air suddenly beca thin, even breathing beca difficult.
Wei Zhao’s inner unease grew larger, the basent was dimly lit, and with the man approaching against the light, he couldn’t see his face at all.
This feeling was simply too awful.
He’s been cautious all the ti, how could he have been exposed?
Could it be...?
Thinking of the possibility, he wished he could rip that bastard into pieces.
The man suddenly moved, as swift as lightning, giving Wei Zhao no ti to react; the next mont, he had been kicked away fiercely by the man, colliding against the wall and falling down, the gun rolled to the side, and before he could get up, he was pinned down by two n, his head pressed onto the ground.
"Behave." Yellow Hair pointed a gun at his head, speaking sternly.
He struggled stubbornly, shouting unyieldingly: "Who the hell are you? Tell your na, let die knowing why."
The man quickly walked to Yan Jin’s side, his fist violently smashed onto the ground, a cold chill in his eyes.
Yellow Hair couldn’t help but fiercely kick Wei Zhao’s back: "Are you even a man, doing such harm to a woman?"
Yan Song touched her neck arteries, fortunately, she was still holding onto life.
Yan Song took off his clothes, covered Yan Jin’s body, shielding the brutal scene, and said in a deep voice: "Call 120, send her to the hospital."
Just then, a little girl suddenly charged out from the corner, sobbing as she pounced onto Yan Jin, wailing with a voice full of pain and hoarseness, as if deeply tornted.
She had been hiding in the corner all along, added with the dim light, Yan Song didn’t notice her imdiately. Seeing her rush out, he couldn’t help but place a hand on her shoulder and closed his eyes.
Wei Xuan suddenly raised her eyes, staring straight at Wei Zhao, with intense hatred exploding in her eyes. It’s hard to believe such a strong sense of hatred could flow from the eyes of a child only a few years old, scaring Yellow Hair.
Wei Xuan suddenly charged towards Wei Zhao, holding a small knife pulled out from Yan Jin’s body, her stature small, darting forward like lightning, too swift for anyone to react.
The knife plunged fiercely into Wei Zhao’s abdon, her clear eyes bursting with intense hate, like a tempestuous wave sweeping forth, making hearts tremble.
Wei Zhao looked in disbelief at the little girl in front of him, at her resolute and fierce eyes, her thin lips pressed tightly, her skinny cheekbones protruding, resembling a weak little lamb, but at this mont her deanor is like a vicious and feral wolf.
"You...." He wanted to curse with rage, his gaze angry and terrified, his own daughter wanting to kill him, this was outrageous.
Yet, as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out, splattering all over Wei Xuan’s face, the blood was warm, filled with a nauseating sll.
Wei Xuan closed her eyes, raised a hand, and wiped her face, the scene is incredibly eerie.
Yellow Hair was shocked, hurriedly pulling Wei Xuan away, Wei Zhao must not die, he is an important witness...
Yan Song watched coldly, having no intention of stepping forward to stop it, he actually had the chance to stop Wei Xuan earlier, but he didn’t do so.
So hatred needs an outlet, otherwise bottling it up inside can ruin a person.
So things, if done, may lead to temporary regret, but if not done, could lead to a lifeti of regret.
Wei Xuan had been pulled away, her gaze still fixed on Wei Zhao, her throat emitting a hoarse sound, unpleasant like nails scratching on a wall, making one feel very uncomfortable, barely distinguishing the syllables.
She said, "I want to kill you with my own hands, to avenge mom."
Yellow Hair felt heartache for the child’s experience, so young yet having to endure such a human tragedy, hugging her and bending over, he said: "Don’t be afraid, brother will protect you."
Wei Xuan pushed him away, rely looking at Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao fell to his knees, his mouth continuously bleeding.
Yellow Hair looked at Yan Song, "Boss...."
Yan Song said with a deep voice: "Send him to the hospital, seal this place off, search thoroughly inside and out." Pausing montarily, he continued in a deep voice: "Assign 24-hour protection for Wei Zhao, ensuring his life is safe."
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