Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

The aunt looked at Zhang Jirong, who used to be so domineering, now looking so pathetic that his toes couldn't even touch the ground.

The big tiger next to it was lying on the ground, bubbling with blood.

The long-standing shadow hanging over our heads was dispelled by this raw and powerful scene.

The aunt straightened up, wiped away her tears, and pointed at Zhang Jirong, cursing him.

"fart!"

"That day you brought Dahu to my house and said that Dahu wanted to play with Tongtong's building blocks, so you asked me to cook and said you wanted to eat the dumplings I made."

The aunt took two steps forward, her chest heaving.

"I was so foolish back then, I actually went to the kitchen to knead the dough. And look what happened!"

"You shameless old man, you sent Da Hu away to play by himself, so you could have made a move on Tong Tong!"

Zhang Qian, who was standing to the side, dropped the broken broom handle on the floor when she heard this.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

The aunt continued her accusations.

"If I hadn't heard Tongtong crying inside, begging her uncle not to pinch her, this child would have been ruined by you!"

At this point, the aunt could no longer hold back, covered her face, squatted on the ground, and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Tongtong is only in third grade..."

"She's so young. If you really succeed, how will she face anyone afterward? How will she live her life?"

The bruises and finger marks on Tongtong's arm match up perfectly.

Hearing these words, Bai Li felt a surge of anger rising to the top of his head.

He loosened his grip, and Zhang Jirong fell from mid-air.

Before he could even land on his feet and stand firmly, Bai Li raised his right leg and kicked Zhang Jirong in the stomach.

thump.

Zhang Jirong flew two meters through the air and crashed onto the edge of the coffee table.

"Scumbag!"

"Are you fucking lecherous to this extent?"

Bai Li walked over and stood in front of Zhang Jirong:

"Why don't you just die? Is there anything in this world you wouldn't dare to do? You've completely lost your humanity."

Zhang Qian rushed over.

"You old beast!"

She raised her foot and kicked Zhang Jirong in the thigh:

"No, you're not even as good as an animal!"

Zhang Jirong clutched his stomach and rolled around in the shards of glass.

A shard of glass pierced his back, making him wince in pain.

But he was still being stubborn.

"Then...then it didn't work out..."

Zhang Jirong coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of sour liquid:

"Besides, it's just a membrane. If it breaks, it breaks. People aren't crows; they won't die after the training."

Zhang Jirong said this with a straight face, completely disregarding the matter.

Zhang Qian was so angry that she trembled all over. She pointed at Zhang Jirong's nose but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Bai Li was so angry that she laughed.

He raised his right foot and stepped on half of Zhang Jirong's face.

The sole of the shoe rubbed against Zhang Jirong's cheekbone, grinding down forcefully.

"There's no reasoning with a beast like you."

Bai Li looked at Zhang Jirong's distorted face:

"Besides, you haven't even heard the story of crows feeding their parents?"

"If crows die after mating, where do their parents come from? Did they learn nothing about biology?"

Zhang Jirong's facial bones cracked as he was stepped on, his mouth pressed tightly against the floor.

He turned his head with difficulty and squeezed out a sound through clenched teeth.

"I don't know about that..."

Zhang Jirong, panting heavily, acted like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water, simply giving up.

Anyway, the one I killed was definitely dead.

These words were spoken.

Not only Bai Li, but also her aunt who was squatting on the ground crying, and Zhang Qian who was furious, were all stunned.

Bai Li looked at the lump of rotten flesh at his feet.

What did that old man just say?

Bai Li's brain worked at lightning speed, and then he understood instantly.

Holy crap.

Bai Li cursed aloud and moved his foot half an inch away.

"You fucking..."

He stepped on it again, this time with even more force:

"Damn Fury control."

Bai Li's voice was extremely cold and devoid of any emotion:

"If my aunt and Tongtong hadn't lived in this house, this death would have affected their future lives."

"I really want to stomp you to death right now and drive down the property prices in this neighborhood."

Zhang Jirong was trampled so badly that his eyes rolled back, and he couldn't even scream.

He felt a real and tangible threat of death.

Zhang Jirong flailed his arms in mid-air, unable to grasp anything.

His gaze shifted to Zhang Qian, who was watching coldly from the sidelines.

His will to survive gave him the last burst of strength.

He grabbed Bai Li's ankles with both hands, trying to relieve the pressure on his face, and shouted at Zhang Qian.

"Small……"

Zhang Jirong swallowed back the insults that followed and changed his form of address:

"Zhang Qian! Make him stop!"

Zhang Qian crossed her arms over her chest, showing no intention of helping.

"What? You think I'm going to step on you?" Zhang Qian mocked.

Seeing that Zhang Qian wasn't buying it, Zhang Jirong used his trump card.

He struggled to move his eyes, staring intently at Zhang Qian:

"Make him let go of me right now, or else..."

Zhang Jirong spoke threateningly, his voice hoarse and unpleasant:

"I'm going to call your mom over!"