The police cars that had been following quickly stopped, and the officers who got out surrounded them completely, guns drawn.

Song Anran held onto Song Hanzheng's hand tightly, refusing to let go.

He turned his head, his deep gaze falling on his sister's face, thinking she was afraid and seeking a sense of security.

He placed his palm on the back of her hand and gently comforted her, "It's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Song Anran did not succumb to Song Hanzheng's gentle gaze; she had once tried to believe in this brother.

But in return, he had to personally send her back to prison.

She suddenly raised the knife that had been hidden in her pocket and pressed it against Song Hanzheng's neck: "Didn't you say you could die with me? Rather than handing your life over to these policemen, you might as well hand it over to me."

She still held his hand, her helpless gaze turning into a sharp blade.

The knife seemed to be aimed not at the neck, but at the heart.

Song Hanzheng didn't even offer any resistance, letting her point the knife at him.

The armed police officer kept approaching and sternly warned her, "Put down the knife, Song Anran."

Song Anran ignored him and stood behind Song Hanzheng, saying, "If anyone dares to take another step closer, I will kill him."

"He's your brother, the brother who would even break his own bottom line for you, the brother who dotes on you in everything. Song Anran, do you have any conscience at all?" Lu Zhiwei pushed through the crowd and stood opposite them.

The two sides were less than two meters apart.

The sun shines brightly, a gentle breeze caresses the surface, and ripples shimmer on the river.

After tearing off the wig, Song Anran sported a neat and tidy short haircut.

Her eyes were filled with ruthlessness and cruelty.

"Lu Zhiwei, isn't it incredibly foolish of you to ask such a question?" Song Anran mocked Lu Zhiwei mercilessly.

Lu Zhiwei chuckled and shook her head: "Yes, I shouldn't have asked. If you had any conscience, there would be no bad people in this world."

"Oh, right, since things have escalated to this point today, there's one more thing I need to tell you. Otherwise, it would be a real shame if you never knew about this before I died." Song Anran raised a cold smile, her pupils flashing with an eerie light, as if she had instantly transformed into a man-eating demon.

"That old woman from the Shen family was still clinging to life and wasn't going to die so soon. It was because I said some things to her in the hospital room that day that she didn't want to hear, and I literally... made her die of anger, hahahahaha."

A wild and wicked smile swayed gently in the wind.

Upon hearing this devastating news, Lu Zhiwei clenched her fingers tightly, her face contorted with rage.

"Song Anran! You bastard!" Lu Zhiwei snatched a gun from the policeman, cocked it deftly, and was about to shoot Song Anran.

"Don't be impulsive, Ms. Lu," the police officer advised her from the side.

Without orders from their superiors, they had no authority to shoot and kill criminals on the spot.

Liu Changqing was so angry that he gritted his teeth and took the phone to ask his superiors for instructions.

Song Hanzheng stood there, stunned.

My whole body felt numb.

He didn't even dare to listen, much less admit it.

Standing behind him, protecting him, was a heartless, murderous maniac.

He saved countless lives on the operating table, yet it couldn't outweigh the lives his own sister had taken with her hands.

It's both pathetic and laughable.

"Even on her deathbed, this old woman still remembered your kindness and criticized my faults. Tell me, did she deserve to die?"

Song Anran, not wanting to have stirred up enough hatred, continued speaking.

Bang--

A black cell phone flew from a distance and hit Song Anran squarely on the forehead.

"Hiss—" Song Anran cried out in pain, clutching her head.

A large bump instantly swelled up on her fair forehead.

The person who hit her with the phone was none other than Shen Jinmo, who got out of the car.

He heard with his own ears that Song Anran had accelerated his grandmother's death.

A terrifying rage emanated from his cold face, and his eyes, deep as an icy pool, burned with fury.

When Shen Jingmo is angry, she won't be as rational as Lu Zhiwei, nor will she respect the law like she does.

He snatched the gun from Lu Zhiwei's hand.

Shen Jinmo fired a shot at Song Anran with a bang.

The bullet whizzed through the air but did not land on Song Anran.

Song Hanzheng held Song Anran tightly in his arms, shielding her with his broad body, keeping her several centimeters away from him.

"Song Hanzheng! Get out of my way! If you keep protecting her, I'll shoot you too." Shen Jinmo was furious and strode forward, gun in hand.

He wanted to kick this troublesome Song Hanzheng away.

A hint of fear finally appeared in Song Anran's eyes.

The bullet whizzed past her ear, and she could feel its power.

Almost there.

She was hit in the head by that bullet.

Blood would spurt from the skull, splashing across the entire surface of the Yunzhou River.

Lu Zhiwei was ultimately not as ruthless as Shen Jinmo.

Song Anran witnessed Shen Jinmo's terrifying power once again.

“She is my sister. I will handle her. Give me a minute and I will give you an explanation.”

Song Hanzheng shielded Song Anran with all his might, even turning his back to Shen Jinmo's gun.

Shen Jinmo's gun was pressed against his back, and the bullet pierced through, hitting his heart.

Lu Zhiwei and Liu Changqing rushed over.

“You have no right to kill someone to vent your anger, Mr. Shen. Leave this to us, and we will handle it according to the law,” Liu Changqing advised Shen Jinmo, he was only doing it for his own good.

If Shen Jinmo were to kill Song Anran or the innocent Song Hanzheng in full view of everyone, he would also be held accountable.

"Get out! Relying on useless cops like you is a waste of time." Shen Jinmo glared at them angrily.

They continued their standoff with Song Hanzheng.

The police officers who had been scolded fell silent one after another.

It's as if they've been called trash, yet they can't refute it.

Song Hanzheng, who was holding Song Anran in his arms, stared at her intently. Suddenly, he raised his hand and grasped the knife she was holding to his neck.

His hand gripped the sharp blade, and the blade instantly sliced ​​his palm, drawing blood that dripped down his face.

That was his right hand, the one that held the scalpel.

Song Anran swallowed hard: "You..."

She tried to pull the knife out of his hand.

But he held on too tightly, as if he would rather die than give the knife back to her.

"Song Hanzheng, what exactly do you want to do?" Song Anran asked anxiously, her eyes red.

Shen Jinmo had run out of patience to waste with the brother and sister.

He couldn't swallow his anger over the old lady's death.

Today, Song Anran must die.

Just as he was about to fire a second shot, Lu Zhiwei snatched the pistol back from his hand.

Lu Zhiwei stepped forward to snatch the gun. Caught off guard, he didn't dare to resist and let her take the gun from his hand.

He simply asked her sternly, "What are you doing?" His tone wasn't harsh.

“If you shoot him, Song Hanzheng will die. He is my brother’s benefactor. I will not allow you to do this. Also, if you want revenge, you have to wait in line. My grandmother died before you.”

Lu Zhiwei said that on purpose.

Shen Jinmo was also very clear about this.

She was trying to save him.

Shen Jinmo's gaze lingered on her intently for a few seconds.