Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

As Yan Jiefang spoke, he banged his forehead against the cold ground, making a dull thud. The force was considerable, and his forehead quickly broke open.

"Lin Tian, ​​Grandpa Lin, you are a magnanimous man, please spare my life. I will never dare to do it again."

I'll do anything for you, I'll kowtow and beg you to admit my mistakes, please... I really don't want to die!!!

He spoke incoherently, tears streaming down his face, revealing all his humility and wretchedness, hoping only to gain a slim, almost nonexistent chance of survival.

At this moment, all notions of male dignity, the Yan family's reputation, and the grief over his brother's tragic death were cast to the winds.

He just wanted to live, even if it meant living like a dog.

Lin Tian listened quietly to his pleas and watched him kowtow repeatedly in a pathetic manner, without showing any emotion on his face.

Lin Tiancai slowly spoke only after Yan Jiefang had spoken until his throat was dry and he was struggling between despair and hope:

"You deserve to die."

Those six simple words shattered the glimmer of hope that Yan Jiefang had just begun to have.

Lin Tian took two steps forward, leaned down slightly, and stared closely at Yan Jiefang's face, which was contorted with fear and pleading: "As for letting you go?"

"Yan Jiefang, you've asked the wrong person. You should have asked that guy... who you all conspired to frame as a chicken thief."

Ask Lin Tian, ​​the man who was beaten to death by Jia Dongxu, Liu Guangtian, and your older brother, if he's willing to let you go.

"I……"

Yan Jiefang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself unable to defend himself.

Although he didn't physically participate in that incident, he was indeed present, joined in the mockery, and even thought Lin Tian and the others deserved it.

I never truly cared about that taciturn Lin family boy who was eventually beaten to the point of near death, until now...

"You already know you were wrong, don't you?"

Lin Tian straightened up, coldly piercing through his last pretense, "You know you're going to die."

Just like when you were bullying people with impunity, you never thought that one day, retribution would come so quickly, so cruelly, and so fiercely.

Yan Jiefang, go in peace. You will not be alone on the road to the underworld.

Before long, your cunning father, Yan Bugui, and your young, perhaps still 'innocent' younger sister, Yan Jiedi…

They will all go down and reunite with you, your mother, your eldest brother, your third brother... as a family.

See how kind and generous I am? I'm not selfish at all, right? I've made sure your whole family is together, with no one missing.

"No--!!!!"

The last glimmer of hope was utterly crushed.

Lin Tian's words were like the most vicious curse, and Miao Yan let out a desperate roar like a wild beast.

He doesn't want to die!

He didn't want his whole family to die.

Despair drove him almost insane.

"I don't want to die!! Lin Tian!! Spare me!! My dad will definitely take revenge on you!! He knows a lot of people!! You...you..."

Yan Jiefang began to make incoherent threats, though these threats seemed so pale and ridiculous at the moment.

"Don't want to die?"

Lin Tian seemed to find his reaction amusing, tilting his head slightly. "That's not up to you. I'm too lazy to waste any more words with you. Let's get going."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghostly figure moved silently.

Yan Jiefang felt an irresistible force suddenly gripping his upper body.

The force was so great that it almost suffocated him.

Immediately afterwards, he was lifted off the ground by that force, his feet leaving the ground instantly.

A feeling of weightlessness suddenly overwhelmed me!

The feeling of his body swaying aimlessly in the air, unable to stand firmly on the ground and with his life completely in the hands of others, terrified him more than death itself.

"Ah—!! Let me go!! Let me go!!"

Yan Jiefang struggled desperately, twisting and turning, kicking and flailing his arms and legs in vain, but the ghostly arms holding him remained motionless.

He was lifted into the air, his gaze level with Lin Tianping's.

From this angle, he could see more clearly the indifferent, icy look in Lin Tian's eyes, as if he were looking at an ant.

In an instant, all the struggles, pleas, and threats vanished into thin air.

He's come to terms with it.

No, it's not about letting go, it's about realizing something with utter despair.

The seemingly young boy in front of me is actually a demon devoid of any human emotions.

It is futile to beg for mercy, negotiate with, or even threaten a demon who has crawled back from hell to claim lives and inflict torment.

Lin Tian had long ago made up his mind to kill everyone involved in the Lin family tragedy, leaving no one alive.

I am just another name on the list.

Since death is inevitable no matter what...

A surge of anger and madness, driven to the brink of despair, suddenly erupted from the depths of Yan Jiefang's heart, like a final burst of energy before death.

"Lin Tian!! I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!! You wicked spirit who deserves to die a horrible death!! You little bastard!! If you have the guts, kill me!! I'll haunt you even as a ghost, hahaha!!!"

Hanging in the air, his face contorted in rage, he used his last strength to unleash a torrent of vicious curses.

Since begging for mercy is useless, then let's curse them to our hearts' content before we die.

Yan Jiefang struggled even more fiercely, knowing it was futile, yet still determined to use her last strength to resist this predetermined fate.

However, what awaited him was not a verbal battle, nor even more cruel torture; Lin Tian's face remained completely expressionless.

There was only a cold, swift glint of light, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

The chilling axe reappeared.

This time, there was no nonsense, no warning whatsoever.

The axe blade was aimed at Yan Jiefang, who was still struggling and cursing in the air.

"Pfft!"

A cutting sound, more muffled and crisper than before.

The angry shouting stopped abruptly.

Yan Jiefang felt a chill on his neck, followed by a brief, almost imperceptible stiffness, and then... all sounds, light, and sensations quickly faded away from him.

The last thing he saw was Lin Tian's eyes, still calm and even a little bored, and his own headless body, gushing hot liquid, beginning to fall...

The view shifted, and darkness descended.

"Thump!!"

Wu Gua's body fell heavily to the ground, right next to Yan Jiekuang's corpse, and the blood of the two brothers gradually mingled together.

"Gurgle..."

The second watermelon head rolled to the ground, its face still bearing the distorted expression of fear, despair, and death in its final moments.

Those eyes were wide open, pupils dilated, yet they seemed to still be telling of resentment and a deep-seated fear.

Lin Tian looked down at the two watermelons and two corpses that had appeared at his feet, his eyes still indifferent.

He waved his hand lightly, and the ghostly figure dragged the corpse away.

"Go, give this gift to Yan Bugui, and I want him to despair in fear and be destroyed in hope."

Since he dared to follow Yi Zhonghai and send people to the police station to arrest me, then I'll make him wish he were dead.

……

"Where did those two thugs go? We've been waiting for so long and haven't seen them. Did they escape?"

The atmosphere was oppressive and tense at the edge of the waste material storage area outside the steel rolling mill.

Qin Ming's ambush team had been lying in wait in the morning light for nearly two hours, but the target seemed to have vanished into thin air and had not appeared for a long time.

Not far away, white smoke began to billow from the towering chimneys of the steel rolling mill, and the faint sounds of the early morning shift only added to the unease of the people here.

Just then, two familiar but slightly disheveled figures emerged from the alleyway and saw Qin Ming and his companions.

Liu immediately ran over excitedly and asked, "Captain Qin! Have you caught the two thugs?"

In his view, with Captain Qin personally leading the team and setting up a tight net, deploying more than 30 men, dealing with the two fleeing thugs should have been a piece of cake.

……