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Hu Yao looked at me in shock, clearly not expecting that I would take action. In his mind, I had always been the type to avoid trouble whenever possible, never one to act like this. It had only been a few days since he last saw me, yet I seemed like a completely different person.
As I watched him lying on the ground, wailing in pain, his cries took on a different meaning in my ears, filling me with an inexplicable thrill. This excitement surged from deep within me, as if it had been buried for a long time. My blood boiled and my heart raced, my eyes flickering with intensity.
In that brief moment, my inner world had undergone a seismic shift. I felt like a hungry hunting dog catching the scent of blood—ferocious and bloodthirsty. All the negative emotions that had been suppressed suddenly erupted, and I couldn't understand why I had transformed so drastically.
Was it when Old Zhao hit me for the first time? Or was it after hearing Wang Ju'en's true intentions? Perhaps it was the thought of facing even more dangerous situations in the future?
No, it was none of those.
It was when I learned that Wang Ju'en toyed with Lin Mu Xi like a puppet; it was when I realized that others saw me as insignificant as an ant, easily crushed; it was when I understood that I needed Ouyang Zhirou and others to clean up my mess.
After hitting someone yesterday and now this moment, the smell of blood awakened the evil that lay dormant within me. Despite knowing nothing and wanting to do everything, I had caused important people around me to clean up after me one by one. I no longer wanted to live like this.
Life is fleeting—old age and death are inevitable. I dared to question the heavens, but received no answer; thus, I would shatter the silence with my fists!
Everyone has their vulnerabilities; mine were only my family—Ouyang Zhirou and Lin Mu Xi. Since being shot and losing consciousness until now, I had asked myself many times: Do you really want to live like this? Are you truly willing to watch another Wang Ju'en harm Lin Mu Xi and Ouyang Zhirou again?
Now, I finally found my answer!
With that thought, my mind spiraled out of control.
When Hu Yao looked at me in disbelief, I grabbed a fork from the table and plunged it directly into his thigh.
The sound of metal piercing flesh rang in my ears like beautiful music, intoxicating me as if it were heavenly.
Ah!!!
Watching him writhe in pain with blood streaming from his face and thigh felt like admiring a work of art. My expression grew increasingly ferocious, my eyes filled with a haze of crimson.
Immediately, chaos erupted in the venue; screams filled the air as women turned pale with fear and men stood frozen in shock.
Hearing the commotion, security rushed into the hall. Despite all their precautions, how could such a riot still occur? They were baffled.
“Zhao Lun! Calm down! Calm down!”
Hu Yao quickly restrained me with both hands. Even as he held me back, I thrashed violently, knocking off my hat and revealing a scar on my forehead that stretched from my brow to my hairline—a sight that would make anyone gasp in horror.
At that moment, my eyes were filled with him. Licking my lips with a sinister grin, I laughed maniacally and said, “I take back what I just said! No matter where you hide, I'll find you! I'll chop off your hands and feet and gouge out your eyes! You’ll wish you were dead!”
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