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As soon as those words left my mouth, the man who had dragged Zhou Gang out immediately raised the steel pipe in his hand, ready to swing it at Zhou Gang's other leg.
"Zhao Lun! I'm begging you, just say what you want. I'll agree to anything—just spare my son’s life!" Zhou Father pleaded desperately for Zhou Gang.
Seeing that I remained silent, the thug paused, not bringing the pipe down, waiting for my next instruction.
Watching this scene unfold, my heart, cursed with pity, began to stir. After all, Zhou Gang had only uttered a few words; was it really justifiable for him to face such ruthless punishment?
Yet, despite my sympathy, there lay Zhou Gang on the ground, his face twisted in agony as he shouted at me, "Zhao Lun! Come on! If you don’t kill me today, I swear I’ll make that Lin Mu Xi suffer for the rest of her life! I’ll turn her dreams into nightmares! Hahaha!"
Upon hearing Zhou Gang's words, Zhou Father's face turned pale. "You bastard! Shut your mouth!"
I turned to look at Zhou Gang, now wrapped like a mummy, and my murderous intent deepened.
"Zhao Lun, oh Zhao Lun, how pathetic you are! You still feel pity for someone like him? Did you hear what he just said? Are you even a man?"
I thought of Old Zhao and Ouyang Xiong; weren’t they all standing atop the corpses of their enemies to reach their current positions?
"You’re such a waste!"
The voice in my heart grew louder with every insult, making my eyes turn red as I fixed my gaze on Zhou Gang. One thought consumed me: kill him!
I walked toward Zhou Gang and snatched the steel pipe from the thug’s hands without uttering a word. I swung it directly at his head.
A dull thud echoed through the air as he fell to the ground.
"Ahhh! Zhao Lun!"
"Hold him down! I want him to watch as I beat this beast to death!"
Even though Zhou Father was hell-bent on killing me amidst so many witnesses, his struggles were utterly futile.
Zhou Gang, struck down by my blow, somehow managed to lift his bloodied head to look at me.
As he raised his gaze, I swung again. His head hit the ground hard; I couldn’t tell if he was dead or alive.
"Er Dan! Bring me a knife! This thing isn’t doing the job!"
"Zhao Lun! I’m begging you—spare my son! If it’s not enough for you to vent your anger, then take my life instead of his! Please!"
Hearing Zhou Father’s desperate pleas and the sound of his head hitting the ground repeatedly, I could no longer feel even a shred of pity or sympathy in my heart.
I let out a cold snort. "Change? Did you hear what he just said? That's my woman! If he wants to touch her, he must die! Not just him, you have to die too. Er Dan, I'll leave him to you. Get a knife; I want to personally take care of this beast!"
As soon as I finished speaking, Er Dan held Zhou Father's chin with one hand and pressed down on his head with the other. A crisp crack echoed, and Zhou Father's life came to an end.
Er Dan dusted off his hands, looking relaxed as he turned to me, Xiao Zhao. "All done!"
I stared blankly at Er Dan, completely stunned. He... he just died like that with a simple crack? I was planning to use a weapon, and compared to Er Dan, what was I even worth?
It was at that moment that I suddenly became curious. "Er Dan, who has more strength, you or Hu Yao?"
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