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My name is Chen Jianjun, male, 17 years old. After dropping out of school last year, I started hanging around with a gang in the area of Civilization Road. Although I'm young, I'm quite tough and can hit hard; everyone around me is afraid of me, including my boss.
Because of my ferocity, no one dares to cause trouble in the places I guard. I'm quite popular in this area, but recently I offended the Big Knife Gang due to some issues. They are much stronger than our small gang.
The Leader of the Big Knife Gang brought a large group to pressure my boss to hand me over, simply because I had beaten up his cousin. Come on! It was just a couple of punches; did it really need such a big scene?
I knew my boss couldn't handle it, so I left early when I sensed trouble. I hid for several days and just returned today. As I walked down the street, I wasn't feeling great; the moon was big and round tonight, and more importantly, it was red—strange and ominous, making me feel uneasy.
“Mom and Dad! I'm back!” I opened the door and shouted while changing my shoes.
But no one answered. Confused, I turned on the light and slowly walked inside. “Dad? Mom? Are you home? I'm back.”
Still no response. As I passed through the screen, a chaotic scene appeared before my eyes. The living room was a mess; the tea table and television were shattered as if there had been a robbery. I immediately felt tense and hurried toward the inner room. “Mom and Dad! Are you there?”
When I opened the door, I froze. Two familiar figures lay on the bedroom floor, surrounded by a large pool of blood. I rushed over and embraced my father's body.
“Dad, wake up! Please wake up!” I shook him desperately; his body weakly swayed but was already cold—clearly dead for some time.
My eyes turned red instantly, tears streaming down my face as I gently laid my father down and hurried to check on my mother: “Mom! Wake up! Please wake up!”
I shook her body with all my strength, but she too was cold, her blood long dried up.
“Damn it!” I gritted my teeth, staring wide-eyed; my heart felt extremely heavy, wishing I could swallow whoever did this alive.
“Xiao Jun! Xiao Jun!” A weak voice called out; I recognized it as my older brother's voice.
I rushed out following the sound and finally found my older brother Chen Jianmin in the bathroom, barely recognizable. His hands and feet were broken and bound in a grotesque position on the toilet.
“Big Brother!” I hurried over and embraced him, quickly untying him and gently lowering him down.
“Xiao Jun... Mom and Dad are dead...” My brother said weakly with a dazed expression.
"I know... I know!" I held my older brother tightly, gritting my teeth as I spoke with a choked voice.
"Xiao Jun, I don't know how you got involved with those people. Mom and Dad are gone, and I'm afraid I won't survive either. You need to leave quickly, don't let them catch you..." My brother's voice grew fainter until it was almost inaudible.
Tears streamed from my eyes as I trembled, "Brother! It's all my fault, it's all because of me. If it weren't for me, Mom and Dad wouldn't have died, and you wouldn't be like this. Brother! Hold on, I'll take you to the hospital. I have a friend who's a doctor; he can definitely save you. Just hold on! I'll call him right now." I hurriedly took out my phone to dial, but a pair of blood-soaked hands grabbed me.
"Xiao Jun, you must go! Hurry! You're the only one left in the family; you have to survive!" My brother's eyes suddenly widened, and he gripped my wrist tightly, causing pain. But just a few seconds later, his body fell heavily to the ground, his eyes gradually losing their light, becoming hollow.
"Brother! Brother!" I shouted desperately, shaking his body, but he did not respond, his eyes wide open and unblinking.
"It's all my fault! It's all my fault!" I pounded the ground with my hands, tears flowing continuously, splattering onto the floor.
...
My tears had not yet dried, and my eyes were still red and swollen. Standing in front of the mirror, I splashed cold water on my face to wake myself up. After tidying up my clothes, I took off my shirt and tied it around my waist. From a cabinet, I pulled out a pitch-black Tang Dao.
This was a family heirloom knife; its sheath was black and silver interlaced, glinting with a chilling light under the lamp.
"Clang!"
As I drew the Tang Dao, the blade gleamed sharply, giving off an impression of extreme sharpness. Even after many years without use, it still shone brightly. The blade was engraved with strange patterns that resembled Evil Spirits, evoking a terrifying and fierce feeling.
I sheathed the knife at my waist and bent down to close my brother's eyes. Coldly, I said, "Brother, I'm sorry. Please let me be reckless one last time; I cannot let those bastards live..."
...
Looking at this once-familiar place before me stirred complex feelings within me. I used to be very happy here, living freely; unfortunately, that happiness had become a thing of the past.
I skillfully slipped through the back door and soon found myself in an office.
"Xiao Jun? What are you doing here?!" The person at the desk exclaimed in shock. He was my former boss.
"Who killed my family?"
“Xiao Jun, you need to leave quickly. The Big Knife Gang has been looking for you,” the older brother urged, waving his hand.
“The Big Knife Gang? So it really is them…”
“Xiao Jun, listen to me, don’t do anything foolish. The Big Knife Gang is not something we can mess with.”
“So you’re just going to let them kill my family?” I looked at him calmly, the anger buried deep inside.
“Xiao Jun, let me explain. I…”
I interrupted him, “No need to say more. Out of respect for our past friendship, I won’t kill you. But from today on, we are completely severing ties!” I emphasized each word.
“Xiao Jun…”
Twenty minutes later, I found myself at the entrance of the largest gang in the area, the headquarters of the Big Knife Gang. Looking at the steel structure, my heart was filled with rage, but on the surface, I remained calm and composed, having already moved beyond anger.
“Stop! What do you want?!” a thug from the Big Knife Gang shouted.
I ignored this little clown and slowly drew the knife from my waist. The blade glimmered ominously under the moonlight.
“Today, not a single one of you will leave alive…” I said calmly. Under their terrified gazes, the shadow beneath me began to swell and distort… (To be continued.)
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