"Old woman, get out of my way! If you keep blocking my path, you'll lose your life."
"No way, she's your sister, she's only 15 years old."
"Grandma, save me, save me! I don't want to go, brother, I don't want to go."
"Yazi, Yazi, Grandma begs you, please spare your sister. You want Grandma's old life, don't you? I'll give it to you, just let her go."
The young man called Ya Zi, seeing more and more people looking in his direction, became angry, shoved the old woman aside, and said viciously:
"Get out of my way! Who cares about your old life? Don't get in my way of getting promoted and making money."
"If you anger me, I'll flip the coffin lid off your wife's house."
The restaurant waiter sighed, "Having a grandson like this and an older brother like this is truly the worst luck imaginable."
"Are you out of your mind? Didn't you see the red marks on his arm? You can't afford to offend someone as inhuman as him."
The head chef came out of the kitchen and whispered a reprimand.
The waiter pouted, "You said he's inhuman, why can't I say it? He sold his sister for personal gain without even considering how old she is."
"Alright, that's enough."
The head chef glanced warily at the three people standing at the door—one large, one medium, and one small—and pulled a waiter inside, whispering:
"If someone with ulterior motives were to expose your foul mouth to that madman, would you still want to live a peaceful life?"
"He was willing to sacrifice his family for his position, even selling his young sister. Do you think he'll let you off the hook?"
"But his ex-wife is a pervert. He's over forty and still sleeps around with young girls; who knows how many he's ruined..."
"Shut up, get to the back and wash the dishes. You're not allowed to come to the front for the next few days."
"Dad~"
"Calling me 'Grandpa' won't do you any good. Get inside."
Having worked here for many years, I've seen all sorts of people.
There are some things that ordinary people like them simply cannot change; the only way is to stay away from them.
A single slip of the tongue can plunge an entire family into the abyss.
One person's misfortune affects the whole family; we can't afford to gamble with that.
The little girl is pitiful; her life is completely ruined by this. But with so many people watching outside, who would dare to take a step forward?
How much is sympathy worth?
How much is it worth, pitiful?
The word "power" has countless reasons to exterminate your entire family and thousands of methods to make you suffer in silence, wishing you were dead.
Didn't we just hear about a teacher's family being targeted without their knowledge?
A family of several people, though not wealthy, could make ends meet. Today they were laughing and joking, but tomorrow they were all taken away, from the elderly to the young, none of them spared.
When disaster strikes unexpectedly, who can you turn to for justice?
No doubt about it!
Xie Lin heard every word the father and daughter said, and the scene before him reminded him of Professor Tang who had been dragged away.
The pain and despair of being betrayed by a loved one can only be truly understood by those who have experienced it.
Professor Tang and Mr. Tao both said that it was because of Shishi that they gave up their suicidal thoughts and saw hope for living.
They have poetry, and that's why they have tomorrow.
What about the grandfather and grandson in front of us? What does tomorrow hold for them?
Judging from the patches on their clothes, their lives were clearly not going well.
They were already struggling, but their closest relatives were pushing them into a living hell.
The red sleeves—that's someone from that department. A man in his forties with a little girl—what a beast!
Being fawned over, possessing power and influence, and daring to act openly and honestly, one must be at the very top.
Oh right, he almost forgot that Professor Tang's hometown was also Haishi. He vaguely remembered that his son-in-law seemed to be a member of the Red Tail Society, but he didn't know his name.
It was Mr. Tang's only daughter who published the notice severing ties in the newspaper, and it was also Mr. Tang's daughter who made the report. This must be a lifelong pain for Mr. Tang.
With a flicker of his dark eyes, Xie Lin had an idea and whispered a few words in each of the two children's ears.
Seeing the two nod emphatically, the patriarch found a secluded spot, put the packed groceries and bicycle into his spatial storage, and silently followed behind the heartless teenager.
The girl being dragged along cried her heart out, but it didn't earn her brother a single ounce of pity.
The old woman cried uncontrollably, staggering behind him, trying to rouse her grandson's corrupt heart.
But she was destined to fail; she was a heartless and deranged person who had lost her soul.
The patriarch seized the opportunity and had Shishi mentally suggest to the old lady not to chase after them anymore and wait for news.
It's not that he's overflowing with compassion, but rather that such scum doesn't deserve to stand in the same world as him and breathe the same fresh, pleasant air.
He should fall into a filthy, stinking cesspool and become a maggot that only knows how to burrow.
The girl seemed to realize that no matter how much she begged, it was useless. Her brother's conscience had been blinded by power, and the light in his eyes dimmed inch by inch. Despair surged into her heart like a tide, and she gave up struggling, her heart ashen.
The three followed each other into an alley, and then, observing the structure of the houses in that alley, slipped into the next alley.
The houses here are all connected by a single alley, with the front house leading to the back yard, and the main gates all facing the same direction.
The alley they entered was the back wall of the row of houses in the alley the young man had just entered.
Xie Lin scanned the courtyards one by one, finally finding them in the last one.
The scumbags really know how to enjoy life. The courtyard looks dilapidated on the outside, but it's clean and brand new inside, with complete furniture, all made of high-quality wood.
The door to the main room was open, but no one was there. There was no one in the courtyard either, so it must be the bedroom. He swept the door open.
A slightly overweight middle-aged man sat in a rocking chair, legs crossed, took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a ring of smoke, and lewdly scanned the little girl from head to toe.
Those disgusting, beady eyes finally settled on the girl's slightly upturned hip.
Her previously calm eyes suddenly brightened, and her voice became urgent, "Turn around so I can see."
Seeing his impatient look, Xie Lin wished he could gouge out his eyes right then and there.
The girl trembled slightly, frightened by his gaze.
Her young heart was wounded, like a soulless shell, at the mercy of her own brother.
She was afraid, she trembled, which only fueled the devil's amusement.
"Tsk tsk, wow, really wow, look how it bounces back and forth, so exciting, Yazi, you're so sensible."
It truly touched his heart; he loved that kind of fleshy texture.
"Hey Liu, about my promotion to team leader..."
"Hey, we're family, no questions asked. You'll get your share of the benefits."
"Yes, yes, Brother Liu, please enjoy your meal."
After taking two steps, the broker turned back timidly and said:
"Oh, by the way, Brother Liu, I have that kind of medicine. I heard one pill can turn a tiger into a bear or lion. Do you want some...?"
A fierce tiger transforms into a bear or lion?
This is a roundabout way of praising his abilities.
The greasy man called Brother Liu laughed loudly, his fat face trembling. He stood up and straightened his obese body.
"Yazi, you're really good at handling things. Okay, keep it here, and you can be the group leader tomorrow."
"Yes, yes, thank you, Brother Liu, thank you, Brother Liu. I won't bother you any longer."
Xie Lin was so angry he was practically fuming.
If this scum doesn't go to hell, who will?
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