Chapter 1250: Chapter 1254: Always the Most Miserable Death
Yen Wenqing roared loudly, rushing forward to grab his wrist, and bellowed: “Duan Yanbing, have you gone mad!”
At this mont, he understood the aning of the phrase ‘a child’s injury is a parent’s pain.’
The dagger that Duan Yanbing had plunged into was his own shoulder, yet he felt like it had pierced his own heart.
He was frantic, furious, and heartbroken; cold sweat drenched him faster than Duan Yanbing’s, soaking his entire body instantly.
His hand holding Duan Yanbing’s was trembling, and every word he shouted was, “Do you want to swear to you? I really don’t know, really don’t know! If I lie to you, may lightning strike down and may I never see your mother in my next life!”
Duan Yanbing was disappointed.
He pushed Yen Wenqing away and turned to leave.
“What are you doing?” Yen Wenqing chased after him, grabbing his shoulder and screaming, “Get back here and tend to that wound!”
Duan Yanbing pushed him away forcefully, glared at him coldly, and said: “Don’t touch , and don’t touch Fifth Brother or Beibei either. Otherwise, next ti, this dagger will be aid right here!”
He raised his bloodied finger and pointed to his heart, “I promised Mom, I won’t hate you, won’t hurt you, but I didn’t promise Mom that I wouldn’t cut off Yen Wenqing’s lineage!”
“You… you…” Yen Wenqing pointed at Duan Yanbing’s nose, his face ashen with anger, his heart aching with sorrow, yet he was utterly helpless against Duan Yanbing.
Duan Yanbing was his only son.
His only family.
Duan Yanbing didn’t care about his enormous wealth.
He didn’t even care about his own life.
He cared about nothing.
Desireless, one becos strong.
No matter the number of tricks or stratagems he had, facing his beloved son who didn’t fear death and had no weaknesses, he was like a rat who had to avoid breaking the vases, completely at a loss.
He watched with his own eyes as Duan Yanbing left the living room, his body dripping with blood.
He chased after him.
Like a machine immune to pain, Duan Yanbing, with untreated wounds and covered in blood, got into the car and started the engine expressionlessly.
The car turned around and sped away.
His legs went weak, his body shook, his heart wrenched with pain, wishing it could end.
It was too late.
By the ti he found Ruanruan and his son, it was too late.
When he found his son, he had already been an undercover agent for over a year.
To avoid suspicion, his son had pretended to be as scummy as those scumbags, his hands stained with the blood of countless people.
Skirting the edge of hell, although he was a good man disguised as a bad one, he still retained a sanctuary in his heart. But as ti passed, his mindset changed and was no longer like that of a normal person.
He beca pessimistic, cynical, passive, and even self-loathing.
Yen Wenqing’s son, who was ant to be a glorious and elegant young master.
But when he found his son, he was slowly dismbering a person mistaken for an undercover agent to gain the boss’s trust.
When he saw his son, his son was holding a knife, eyes bloodshot, his body splattered with blood.
On that boss’s order, his son made one hundred and eight cuts on the victim, mistaken for an undercover, until he died wailing.
He had seen much bloodshed, yet he was still shocked by that scene.
Later, if he had not provided cover for his son, the second person to be dismbered by one hundred and eight cuts might have been his son.
If an undercover agent is discovered, they always face the most grueso death.
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