Ten days later, Wang Peng received news that Zhang Jinzhu's death sentence had been approved. He kept his promise and drove to the execution ground.

The execution ground was located on a grassy area in the eastern suburbs. Even now, executions are still carried out publicly, allowing the public to watch, as long as they do not cross the cordon.

Zhang Jinzhu was bound hand and foot, with a sign on his back that read "Arsonist Zhang Jinzhu," painted in red.

He was accompanied by six death row inmates, all of whom were convicted of serious crimes such as murder, arson, and robbery.

The scene was packed with people, and Wang Peng stood in the crowd, witnessing the entire execution process.

Bang! A gunshot rang out, and Zhang Jinzhu's sinful life came to an end.

"Okay!" Hu Qing hugged Wang Peng's arm. "Honey, are you happy?"

"I'm quite happy, this matter is finally resolved." Wang Peng scratched his head and left the execution ground with the crowded people.

Li Mingzhu desperately wanted to see Zhang Jinzhu die, but she was afraid of scaring the child, so she asked Hu Qing to stay with Wang Peng.

Back in the car, Hu Qing hugged his neck. "Honey, Mingzhu has long allowed me to satisfy your physical needs. If you don't believe me, just ask her."

"Damn, do you have any shame?" Wang Peng said, both amused and exasperated. "You're eight years older than her, and you still call her 'sister'."

“It’s not about age, it’s about status,” Hu Qing chuckled. “We agreed that you’d give it to me after the arson case is over, and you can’t go back on your word.”

Wang Peng shook his head, "It's not over yet, the 250,000 yuan compensation hasn't been paid..."

"I hate it, I won't listen, I won't listen..." Hu Qing immediately started to act coquettishly, acting like a little girl.