He didn't have time to fight Sheng Beichen with his bare hands; he just wanted to kill him immediately!

Qiao Qiao suffered from depression and attempted suicide by wrist-cutting after losing her child. It was all for their flesh and blood!

Fu Yanshen acted swiftly and decisively, his meter-long samurai sword, gleaming with a silver metallic luster, thrusting its sharp blade directly towards Sheng Beichen's vital abdomen!

Sheng Beichen's pupils dilated. In a flash, he reacted swiftly, dodging the fatal blow and fleeing towards the door.

Fu Yanshen gave him no chance to catch his breath, and with another slash, the blade, sharp as a knife, cut Sheng Beichen's back before he could leave.

The sweater was ripped open, leaving the skin and flesh torn.

Sheng Beichen was in so much pain that he could barely stand. He felt a sticky, warm liquid flowing from the wound. He clenched his fists and, relying on his willpower, stumbled out of the room and fled towards the study.

Fu Yanshen chased after him, his samurai sword falling again and again, leaving wound after wound on his back.

Before even entering the study, Sheng Beichen's sweater was already soaked with blood, turning it a brownish-red color, and he was in so much pain that his muscles were trembling all over.

Fu Yanshen narrowed his dark eyes, and the moment Sheng Beichen entered the room, he thrust his samurai sword toward Sheng Beichen's back!

However, Sheng Beichen dodged into the door in time, and the sharp tip of his knife pierced the door panel.

The moment Fu Yanshen drew his sword and kicked open the door, Sheng Beichen inside the door suddenly had a black pistol in his hand, the muzzle pointed at Fu Yanshen's forehead!

Sheng Beichen raised the corners of his mouth smugly, narrowed his eyes, glanced at the man at the door, and sneered, "All along, the person I've wanted to kill the most is you!"

If we get rid of him, then no one will be able to take her away from him.

Without hesitation, Sheng Beichen pulled the wrench, and the bullet burst out of the barrel, heading straight for Fu Yanshen's forehead!

A gunshot rang out, sending a chill down my spine.

This gun belongs to Sheng Beichen, right?

He actually has a gun, so Fu Yanshen must be...

My soul seemed to tremble. I wrapped his coat tightly around myself, and barefoot, I ran out of the room.

Before I had even fully descended to the first floor, I witnessed a breathtaking scene.

In the lobby on the first floor, Sheng Beichen, whose face was as pale as paper and whose lips had lost all color, held a black pistol in his hand and pointed it at Fu Yanshen. He seemed to be pulling the trigger.

Without thinking, I instinctively leaped over four steps, rushed down the stairs, and pounced on Fu Yanshen, hugging him tightly.

The moment Sheng Beichen pulled the trigger, he saw Sheng Qiaoqiao rush towards Fu Yanshen, and in that instant, his wrist instinctively twisted.

With a "bang," the bullet went astray, grazing Fu Yanshen's temple.

Watching her shield Fu Yanshen like a human shield, Sheng Beichen felt as if his heart was being torn apart. He raised his hand, pointed the gun at the ceiling, and fired several shots in quick succession!

He couldn't help but recall that on the eve of their marriage registration, when he eloped with her but they were stopped, Fu Yanshen fought with him, and she protected Fu Yanshen in the same way!

Sheng Beichen felt increasingly heartbroken and frustrated as he thought about it. He was clearly the one she should have loved the most!

Fu Yanshen wrapped his arms around me, and suddenly the world spun around me. He held me and hid behind the bar.

"Were you shot?" I asked nervously, peeking out from his arms.

He appeared unharmed, except for a thin bloodstain on his cheek.

Fu Yanshen remained silent, his thin lips pressed tightly together, his deep eyes fixed on me. He gripped my arms even tighter with both hands, squeezing them until my bones ached.

I frowned. "Fu Yanshen?"

He seemed to snap out of his daze, his Adam's apple bobbing, and in the next instant, he suddenly pulled me into his arms.

"Don't do that again."

A deep, warm voice came from above my head. I was slightly taken aback before I understood what he meant.

He didn't want me to risk my life to protect him.

I didn't think at the time; I just instinctively rushed over.

Fortunately, Sheng Beichen missed.

"He's out of bullets!"

At this moment, Fu Yanshen released me, stood up, picked up the long knife on the ground, and attacked Sheng Beichen.

I then noticed that Sheng Beichen's back was already covered in blood. He kept dodging, his tall figure looked very weak, and he stumbled several times.

Fu Yanshen was determined to destroy him, relentlessly pressing him until he was cornered.

I walked over.

Sheng Beichen's lips curled into a smile, his eyes looking at Fu Yanshen with disdain. "When she was just a teenager and had just started developing, I saw her naked. When I kissed that red mole on her face, you weren't even—oh!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Yanshen slashed his shoulder with a knife, and Sheng Beichen cried out in pain.

A strong smell of blood filled the air. I didn't know if what he said was true or false. I had never found out that he had ever done anything inappropriate to me before, but it still sounded incredibly disgusting.

Sheng Beichen glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner of his eye, enduring the sharp pain, and racked his brains to organize his thoughts to continue provoking Fu Yanshen.

If he can't have Sheng Qiaoqiao, then he can forget about it!

The surveillance footage here is being transmitted in real time. Fu Yanshen has no background or support now. This is an intentional attempt to harm him. His maternal grandparents will definitely sue him and send him to jail!

Little did he know, before he could even speak, Fu Yanshen plunged a knife into his abdomen.

"ah!"

I gasped in shock, covering my mouth as I watched the knife plunge into Sheng Beichen's abdomen.

"Beichen!"

Just then, a deep, middle-aged male voice rang out.

He is their biological father, my former "dad," Sheng Minghui.

He stood frozen not far away, his eyes wide open, watching his two sons kill each other, one of them being stabbed in the abdomen by the other!

"You, you all... have committed atrocities!" His lips trembled and turned purple as he clutched his chest and said in a trembling voice.

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