This time An Ran stabbed at the other leg. The dwarf sat up in pain, staring at An Ran and whimpering.

You want me to say it, but put your chin back in place!

What the hell am I supposed to say if you don’t put my chin back in place?

An Ran pulled out the knife, smiled and said: I forgot that your jaw was removed. I will put it back in place right away. Remember to tell the truth.

After saying that, he raised his hand and pinched the other person's chin. With a force of two fingers, the dwarf's chin returned to its place.

The dwarf fell down and looked at An Ran with anger. He was sure that An Ran did it on purpose, absolutely on purpose.

An Ran looked at him with a smile and said viciously: What, you still don’t want to cooperate? Then let’s continue!

Just as he was about to stab him again, the dwarf shouted: I'll tell you, I'll tell you.

What followed was his scream of pain, because An Ran's knife didn't stop at all and stabbed him straight down.

The pain in his legs made the dwarf curl up and roll around in agony.

An Ran took out silver needles and pierced various acupuncture points on his body to prevent him from bleeding to death and also to prevent him from fainting.

After the dwarf recovered, he was sweating all over and said weakly: If you were one of us, you would definitely be able to sit in the highest position.

An Ran sneered: I am not interested in your crappy position. What I am interested in is torturing people like you. It makes me very happy and excited.

Okay, stop talking nonsense. Just say it or not. Just say it quickly.

The dwarf took a breath, looked up and said: My leader is my father, named Du Sanxiong.

An Ran was stunned. Are these father and son out to do evil?

The dwarf continued: I am my father's illegitimate son, and my mother was abducted into a gang.

Because my father thought my mother was beautiful, he raped her, and my mother became my father's plaything.

My mother wanted to die several times, but she failed.

Later, the mother became pregnant, but due to malnutrition and depression, she miscarried soon after.

Her father sent someone to take care of her, but half a year after she recovered, her father forced her to do that kind of thing again.

A few months later, my mother had me, which gave her the courage to live.

But my father had a wife and children, and his eldest wife looked down on my mother, thinking that my mother had seduced my father and bullied my mother several times behind my father's back.

At first, my father would try to intervene. Maybe men are fickle!

Not long after, my father fell in love with another girl and kidnapped her.

I also began to ignore my mother. She couldn't stand it anymore and felt that her life was worse than death, so she looked for an opportunity to escape.

But how could he escape so easily?

Not long after he ran away, he was caught by his father again, and his mother was locked in the house.

It was not until I was born that my mother was released and allowed to move around freely.

I heard that the woman my father captured later was beaten to death that night. No one knows why.

Later, when I was eight years old, the policy became more open and gangs like my father's were severely cracked down on.

When I was about to escape again, my seriously ill mother handed me over to my father and chose to face death.

At that time, my mother set the whole house on fire, and I shouted for my mother desperately.

My father held me in his arms and turned around and left without caring about my mother who was in the fire. I hated him so much at that moment.

It was also during that time that my father's wife and his eldest son were shot dead on the spot because they resisted too fiercely while escaping.

We took a boat to Hong Kong Province and established ourselves there. The gangs there were even crazier than the ones here. They beat and killed people as casually as eating.

This is also where my real nightmare began. Although I hated his ruthlessness, I also fantasized that since I was his only son, he would pay more attention to me.

But I didn't expect that I would become the disaster and jinx in his eyes.

He believed that everything he had would be destroyed and his eldest son would die because of me. It was all because of me that he died, so he never treated me as his son.

He only treated me as a pet he trained, and even to others, he never told them that I was his biological son. He was unwilling to acknowledge me even if I was an illegitimate child or a child born to a concubine.

Even his surname was not allowed to be mine, but my mother's.

I just told others that he picked me up and considered me his adopted son.

The servants in the house and his men didn't treat me as a human being. They even secretly called me a dog and said I couldn't even get enough food. So I rarely appeared in public.

During that time, besides missing my mother who loved me, he also arranged for someone to teach me skills.

If I did anything wrong or in any way, he would beat me up severely and then make me stand all night without food or water.

In the second year after arriving in Hong Kong, he married his second wife and had a son.

I clearly remember that he was standing in the middle of the crowd, holding his newborn son, and smiling so kindly.

On the day of his youngest son's full-month banquet, his second wife made me kneel on the ground in public, carrying her son on her back and crawling all over the floor.