Grandpa Xiao Jie's face changed drastically. He couldn't believe his ears. His own son wanted him to take the blame. This was forcing him to his death!

"Baishan, your dad doesn't know how to drive. Even if you told the police, they wouldn't believe you," Xiaojie's grandmother said disapprovingly.

She has no hope for her youngest son anymore; he's completely heartless and utterly unreliable. If she had to send someone to jail, she'd rather have her youngest son.

Grandpa Xiaojie nodded, looking somewhat pitiful. Being stabbed in the back by his own son was a bitter experience, and he regretted it now. If he had known his youngest son was a wolf in sheep's clothing, he shouldn't have been bewitched by this beast, ending up in such a passive position, and possibly even facing imprisonment. He was already old, and if he really went to jail, he certainly wouldn't live long.

"Stop talking nonsense. Do exactly what I say, or don't blame me for being unreasonable as your uncle and selling Xiao Jie to a circus." Zhao Baishan's eyes were bloodshot, his humanity gradually disappearing and completely lost.

The elderly couple turned even paler with fright, huddling together in terror. They never dreamed that their own son would be such a beast, but they found out too late.

Zhao Baishan successfully intimidated his parents, smoked a few more cigarettes, and prepared to continue his journey. After driving a little further, he would have to abandon the car and take a bus back to his hometown. Maybe if he was lucky, the police wouldn't be able to find him.

The more he thought about it, the more smug he became. Zhao Baishan even started humming a little tune, no longer flustered. However, he didn't start the car immediately. He got out to check. His car was white, and if there were bloodstains, it would definitely arouse suspicion. He had to wipe it clean.

After circling the car, Zhao Baishan looked suspicious. There wasn't a trace of blood. Could it be that the child wasn't hit?

He clearly saw the car hit the pig with his own eyes; it must have hit it, but there was probably no bleeding, just internal injuries. Zhao Baishan turned around again, preparing to return to the car, and didn't notice the movement under the chassis.

It was Little Pig. He was hiding under the cart, covered in blood from small stones that had splashed up on the road. They were just superficial wounds and nothing serious, but Little Pig was starting to feel weak. His hands were losing strength.

So he had to find a way to stop Zhao Baishan from driving, and also rescue Xiao Jie. His mother would definitely come looking for him, so he just had to hold on a little longer.

The little pig rested under the car, slowly regaining its strength. Zhao Baishan's foot was right in front of him; he could grab it with just one hand. "Hmph, I'll beat this bad guy to death in a bit," he thought.

Zhao Baishan lit another cigarette, flicked the butt, and prepared to get into the car. The elderly couple in the car were distracted and did not notice that Xiao Jie in their arms blinked a few times.

"Who? Who grabbed me? Ouch..."

Zhao Baishan stared in horror at the bloody hand that had suddenly appeared on his ankle. His first thought was that a vengeful spirit had come to claim his life, and his legs went weak with fear. However, evil people have evil courage, and he was not afraid for long. He quickly realized what was happening and tried to break free of the bloody hand, but the little pig pulled hard, and Zhao Baishan lost his balance and fell backward on his back.

The little pig scrambled out of the car. He was wearing a light-colored tracksuit, not too thick, and his clothes were stained with a lot of blood, especially his pants and sleeves, while the rest of his clothes were okay.

"Xiao Jie, come out quickly!"

As soon as the piglet emerged, it leaped into the air and delivered a powerful, crushing blow, causing Zhao Baishan's eyes to roll back and nearly killing him.

Hearing the pig's voice, Xiao Jie, who was pretending to be asleep, was overjoyed. He struggled and fell out of his grandmother's arms. Xiao Jie's grandfather instinctively reached out to grab him, afraid that his grandson would be lost and his youngest son would come after him. But—

"Ouch...you little beast, you even bite me!"

Grandpa Xiaojie felt a sharp pain in his hand, released Xiaojie, and watched helplessly as his grandson jumped out of the car.