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When Wang Mingyan heard his wife's scream, he saw his son Wang Yong burst through the door, brandishing a kitchen knife.
"I told you to call! You didn't, did you?"
Wang Yong swung the knife wildly. "If I don't kill you today, I won't be a Wang!"
The old man leaped up from the bed. "Are you crazy? Put down the knife!"
"Scared now, are you? You weren't so tough before!" Wang Yong sneered, the tip of the knife aimed directly at his father's chest. "Kneel! Beg for mercy, or I'll chop you up right now!"
Zhang Lan rushed in, crying out, "Yong Zi! What are you doing? Put down the knife!"
Wang Yong ignored her and pressed the blade closer.
Wang Mingyan gasped for breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
In that critical moment, fueled by an unknown courage, the usually submissive old man suddenly reached out and grabbed his son's wrist.
"Let go!" Wang Yong shouted angrily, trying to break free.
The two began to struggle in front of the bed.
Though Wang Yong was young and strong, he was drunk and quickly exhausted; he stumbled and loosened his grip.
The knife fell into Wang Mingyan's hands.
"You old fool, how dare you take it..." Wang Yong's face twisted in rage.
In a daze, memories of his son's years of violence against him and his wife flashed through Wang Mingyan's mind—punching, kicking, threats, and midnight insults...
An unprecedented fury surged from deep within him.
"You beast! Today I will deliver justice!" The old man roared as he raised the kitchen knife high.
Zhang Lan screamed and lunged forward, "No!"
But it was too late. The knife fell heavily onto Wang Yong's forehead, carrying decades of resentment and despair.
With a sickening thud, blood gushed forth.
Wang Yong's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at his father before collapsing like a sack of sand.
Blood quickly soaked into the floor, glistening a glaring red under the sunlight.
The room fell into a deathly silence. Wang Mingyan stood frozen in place as the knife clattered to the ground with a dull thud.
He looked at his trembling hands and then at his son, who lay motionless on the ground. Suddenly, he collapsed onto the edge of the bed.
Zhang Lan threw herself over her son, crying out in anguish, "Yong Zi! Yong Zi!"
The news spread throughout the Chuanmian Factory Dormitory Area. When Wang Mingyan was taken away by the police, nearly all the residents stood in the hallway or by their windows, silently watching as this former model cadre lowered his head and hunched his back while getting into the police car.
Strangely, no one blamed him, no one whispered behind his back, and no one showed even a hint of sympathy for Wang Yong.
On the third day after the incident, Old Liu, a retired cadre from Chuan Mian Factory, stood in front of the community bulletin board and posted a black-and-white proposal: "Comrade Wang Mingyan has lived a clean life and made outstanding contributions to the factory. Now that he faces such a calamity this year, can we do something for him?"
The proposal sparked an unexpected reaction.
"What we should do is sign in support of Old Wang! That beast deserves everything coming to him!" shouted a small shop owner who had long been extorted by Wang Yong, slamming his hand on the table.
"Exactly! We’ve tolerated him for so many years; it’s about time someone dealt with him!" another neighbor, who had once had his door kicked in by Wang Yong in the middle of the night, said indignantly.
In no time, people began recounting Wang Yong's misdeeds: stealing bicycles, extortion, disturbing the peace at night, abusing his parents, threatening neighbors… Each incident was appalling, each enough to make one grit their teeth in anger.
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