He doesn't know what he was feeling at the time.

If so many police officers are powerless to help, what can a small child possibly do?

"It's been five years, why not trust me this once?"

Li San: "What promises do you have?"

If this is a lifeline that God has arranged for him in this world, then he will choose to grasp it.

"You work for me, let me grow for five years, and I'll avenge you in five years!"

The child spoke with absolute certainty and conviction, and Li San smiled.

“I’ve read the newspaper, and the only clue is a triangular cross pattern. I know where the pattern is, but I need room to grow.”

Li San's face was terribly grim. "Who is he?"

"He's someone you can't reach, someone you can't reach in any way, including the law. Even if I told you right now, the moment you're within his reach, you're already dead."

Situ Ming looked at the gloomy, twisted man before him. "Are you still going?"

Li San compromised!

………

Today is the day he gets his answer.

Situ Ming placed an iron box on the table.

"Open it and take a look."

Li San's hands were still trembling as the iron box was slowly opened, revealing a piece of "cloth" with tattoos on it.

He reached out and picked up the cloth-like object, examining it closely.

The cloth has a tattoo design on it.

If Zhao Xiaoyue were there, she would have discovered that this was the pattern she had Geng Qiusheng and the others trace onto Situ Jing's body.

"Young Master, what is this?"

Li San's throat is sweet.

"Two people entered your house back then. One killed your children and parents, and the other abused and killed your wife."

Situ Ming lit a cigarette for himself, but didn't go into much detail.

"Do you know the Dragon Journey Division? The wealthy merchants who passed through Yacheng back then were He Zhengtai and Wala from the Dragon Journey Division!"

Li San was shocked, "I haven't provoked them..."

Situ Mingchensu sneered calmly, "You expect beasts to have their own thoughts? They're just driven by their animalistic instincts!"

Does an evil spirit need a reason to commit a crime?

The boy pointed to the piece of cloth in Li San's hand and said, "This is a piece of skin from Wala's wrist, which caused him... to die in the belly of a fish!"

The person sitting on the sofa had bloodshot eyes and clenched his fists tightly around the leather straps.

"And the other one?"

"Next July is their death anniversary, right?"

The Atlanta family massacre occurred on July 20th, on a rainy evening.

Li San looked up. "You mean..."

"Keep it as an offering next year!"

Li San closed his eyes tightly. After a while, he fiercely put the piece of skin in his mouth, tore it apart, and chewed it...

After the skin was cut off, it underwent special treatment, otherwise it would have rotted long ago.

Situ Ming watched quietly as the cigarette in his hand turned to ash, and he threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

After a long while, Li San let out a painful roar, and stomped on the piece of skin again.

Situ Ming remained silent and just watched.

Li San has completely lost his usual shrewdness and competence, and his former calmness and composure; now he is a complete madman.

I wish I could find those two people and devour their flesh and drink their blood.

He was a low-level employee, powerless, without connections or background, and endured ten years of suffering.

Only today did we realize that the massacre of our entire family was caused by those people acting on impulse and indulging in their bestial instincts.

Such unbearable pain...

Li San had gone crazy enough. He put on his glasses, knelt down in front of Situ Ming with a thud, and kowtowed three times.

"Ninth Master, Li Fujiang's life belongs to you from this day forward. On behalf of my entire family, I thank you! Thank you for allowing them to rest in peace in Jiuquan!"

Li San's original name was Li Fujiang, but he changed it to Li San when he joined a large company.

Situ Ming didn't help the person up, but said, "Just be a good general manager and go back!"

Li San replied, weeping bitterly, "Yes, Ninth Master!"

Situ Ming touched the scar on his wrist; it was from when he killed Wala.

The old one isn't even finished yet, and now a new one has been added. I don't even know if people will mind in the future.

I need to get rid of it right away, it's too ugly!

The young man sat alone in his office, staring at the night view outside the window, but what he was thinking about was what the foxtail grass was doing right now.

What is the foxtail grass doing?

Foxtail grass is all the rage right now!

"Zhao Xiaoyue, stop running! I've seen you!"

Then Lan Caihe felt the sound of BBs whistling through the air as they hurtled towards her.

She deftly slipped behind a tree.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Xiaoyue's voice rang out, "If you've got the guts, don't hide!"

"Anyone who doesn't run away is a fool!"

Min'er was no match for the two men; his body and helmet were covered in powder blast marks.

I could only obediently hide and let the two of them fight me.

Lan Caihe's parents built a very large paintball field for her, and the whole family loves to play there.

Last year, Min'er was dragged into playing a few rounds, which exhausted the little girl. It was even more tiring than when she was working three jobs.

Zhao Xiaoyue and Lan Caihe were still locked in fierce combat, their bodies covered in paint, looking as if they had just been pulled from a bucket of paint.

Caihe was caught off guard and was shot. She immediately raised her gun and fired at the tree.

Zhao Xiaoyue nimbly jumped from the tree branch to the ground, rolled around on the spot, and hid behind the obstacle.

I switched to a gun that can be used at close range.

Min'er was speechless. Neither of them would give in, so it seemed like today would be a day where no one could gain the upper hand.

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