The two of them spoke in unison, with a bit of trembling in their voices.
Zhou Zhiyuan slowly walked out of the darkness. He was like a messenger from hell, half in light and half in darkness. The intertwining of black and light made his whole person look mysterious and unpredictable.
And because of what I just experienced, my only relative in the world passed away.
This made him feel colder than usual, and the air-conditioning all over his body could not be suppressed. That handsome face made people not surprised, but frightened.
Because being cold to the extreme is majestic.
People don't even have the courage to look directly.
He stepped on the bluestone tiles with long strides, and his three-jointed leather shoes made regular sounds when they came into contact with the ground.
This sound, to the ears of Yao Huiru and Zhou Wenyan, was like a devil knocking on the door.
They were so frightened that they subconsciously stepped back, "Why are you here?"
This time, it was Yao Huiru who was born again, and she roared in a rather sullen voice.
As if this way, you don't have to be afraid of the other person.
Zhou Zhiyuan held an iron rod in his hand. The iron rod scratched the ground, making a thorny sound and red sparks emitting at the same time.
He held the iron rod, walked up to the two of them expressionlessly, and said in a cold tone, "Are you surprised?"
From the moment he learned about the old man's death, he held his breath in his heart.
He kept asking himself, why? Why did he know the truth that Zhou Wenyan was not a child of the Zhou family in the first place?
Just deal with the mother and son directly.
Rather than letting them get to where they are today.
The old man was really angry to death.
When the old man was alive, Zhou Zhiyuan had a good relationship with him, but it is undeniable that when the old man was alive, he had a father.
Now, the old man is dead.
This means that he, Zhou Zhiyuan, is completely alone in this world.
There are no more blood relatives.
Therefore, after realizing this reality, his coldness and anger were directed not only at himself, but also at the pair of culprits in front of him.
Looking at this, Zhou Zhiyuan seemed to be on the verge of losing control.
Yao Huiru was a little scared. She subconsciously pushed Zhou Wenyan back in an attempt to cover Zhou Zhiyuan's terrifying gaze.
"Zhiyuan, Zhiyuan, listen to me, we are here to find Wen Yan's biological father. Don't worry, don't worry, we will never appear in front of you or the Zhou family again in the future."
After Zhou Zhiyuan heard this, his tone was calm, "The old man is dead, do you know?"
"He was so angry with you, why are you still alive?"
In an extremely calm tone, he said the most horrifying words.
Yao Huiru was so frightened that she shivered, "I don't want to either, Zhiyuan, I don't want to either, Wen Yan and I don't want to, we didn't expect that the old man would be gone."
She tried to crawl up to Zhou Zhiyuan.
"Zhiyuan, could it be that the old man is already old, so his life, old age, illness and death have nothing to do with me or Wen Yan?"
The old man was already in his seventies or eighties. Now he will die. Isn't it normal?
When Zhou Zhiyuan heard this, he raised the iron rod in his hand and brought it down directly, hitting Yao Huiru one centimeter above Yao Huiru's forehead.
That moment.
Yao Huiru was so frightened that she subconsciously screamed, "Ahhhhhh!"
If this stick comes down, she will die!
Will die!
Fortunately, when the iron rod was placed above her forehead, it suddenly stopped.
However, Yao Huiru could always feel the pressure of the iron rod on her.
Terrified to the extreme, and terrified to the extreme.
"Zhiyuan?"
"Mom, don't beg him."
Zhou Wenyan grabbed his mother Yao Huiru. He mustered up the courage to raise his head and looked at Zhou Zhiyuan fiercely.
"Did you lie to us?"
Why would his biological father get rich and take his son back to support both mother and son?
This is all a lie.
Zhou Zhiyuan looked at him coldly, condescendingly, "Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."
"Zhou Wenyan, even if you receive the best upbringing from the Zhou family, it can't change the blood in your bones. You are dirty, mean, evasive, and selfish -"
"Otherwise, you would appear here?"
This rhetorical question immediately made Zhou Wenyan blush.
"I don't have the blood of the Zhou family. If I had the blood of the Zhou family, do you think you would be standing here today and talking to me like this?"
If he is from the Zhou family, he has the blood of the Zhou family.
Both the old man and Zhou Zhiyuan will value him.
Unfortunately, he didn't.
What answered him was an iron rod.
Zhou Zhiyuan held an iron rod in his hand and smashed it down hard on Zhou Wenyan's knees.
There was a click, the sound of broken bones.
That moment.
Zhou Wenyan screamed like a pig being slaughtered. The pain of broken bones made him break out in cold sweat, and even his head went blank.
When Yao Huiru saw this scene, she screamed first, and then——
She crawled onto Zhou Wenyan's body and wanted to raise her hand to touch his leg. However, at a speed visible to the naked eye, bright red blood slowly seeped out from under the knees of Zhou Wenyan's pants.
Yao Huiru's stretched out hand suddenly seemed to have touched something, and she subconsciously stepped back.
"Zhou Zhiyuan——"
She turned her head and shouted at Zhou Zhiyuan, "Don't forget, you are a soldier."
As a soldier, how can you attack ordinary people?
Zhou Zhiyuan, "I am not now."
"I'm just a victim now."
He raised the iron rod again and was about to hit Zhou Wenyan's other leg.
She seemed to understand his actions.
Yao Huiru subconsciously pounced on Zhou Wenyan's legs. With this pounce, Zhou Wenyan screamed like a slaughtering pig again.
Yao Huiru couldn't care less, "Zhiyuan, let him go. Let him go. Wen Yan doesn't know what happened back then. He is innocent."
"Then is my eldest brother innocent?"
"How can a bastard live a glorious twenty-four years under the name of my eldest brother, the orphan of a martyr?"
this--
Yao Huiru was speechless for a moment.
"That stick before was for my eldest brother!"
Then, he raised the iron rod again, but Yao Huiru was already scared. She knelt down and cried bitterly, "Zhiyuan, it's wrong. We know we were wrong. Please let him go."
"Wen Yan is only over 20 years old, he can't be treated as a cripple."
"Then should my father die?"
A hint of violence flashed in Zhou Zhiyuan's eyes, he kicked Yao Huiru away, and then struck Zhou Wenyan's other knee with an iron rod quickly and accurately.
"This stick is for my father."
Two lives, two legs.
It was Zhou Wenyan who made the profit.
The pain of shattered kneecaps made Zhou Wenyan so jealous that he almost fainted.
The pain was so painful that he was suffocating and his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a single sound.