Sure enough, Song Laosan's pupils contracted.
He had always believed that only he, Deputy General He, and Deputy General Chen knew about Pang You's affairs in the capital.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Lian'er had already obtained this information.
His son is currently growing up and is waiting for the day when he becomes truly powerful enough to clear his name and avenge his deep-seated hatred.
That's right, the phrase "vindication" was what was on Song Laosan's mind at that moment.
He felt wronged and resentful because he had been tricked and driven into a corner by Qiao Lian'er.
But Qiao Lian'er knows about his son's existence. What will she do? Will she kill his son without anyone knowing?
Pang You was only thirteen years old. In front of the Qiao family, he was as weak as an ant, so he never showed himself.
The thought that one day all hope might be lost caused Ponda's face to turn deathly pale, his whole body to go cold, and he began to tremble violently.
He suddenly regretted it terribly, regretting his exchange with Deputy General Chen.
The only hope was that he was alive. Only then did Ponda realize that this was something that could have been solved by an ordinary soldier, yet he had taken it all upon himself.
Because he was threatened by Pang You, he was focused on choosing between two options and ended up getting himself involved. Now he realizes that there are other options.
Pang Da was filled with remorse. He struggled desperately, looking up at the sky and then at the crowd, his features contorted in agony.
He was the chosen one; he had always been very lucky. How he wished that at this moment, something would happen, and someone would appear who could save him.
Now that he knows all this, how can he face death in peace?
However, all he could see were onlookers, all he could hear were people cursing him, and all he could hear were the gleeful faces of the Qiao family.
Nothing could fulfill the desire in his heart.
"Ahhhhh!" Pang Da waved his arms. He couldn't die. If he died, Pang You might follow him down soon.
The executioner noticed that the criminal, who had been quiet just moments before, was now so agitated.
He looked up at the sun; it was getting closer and closer to noon.
The executioner sneered. He had been trying to appear calm just moments before, but now that he was getting closer to death, he was completely panicked.
However, compared to Song Laosan's reaction, the other death row inmates all lowered their heads, becoming increasingly lifeless as time went on.
"Make that criminal quiet down," the executioner pointed at Song Laosan.
A large, dirty rag was stuffed into his mouth, and then a punch was thrown at his head.
Song Laosan was in a daze, but he still remembered his obsession, whimpering and making a dying struggle.
Once he regained some composure, he turned his extremely venomous gaze toward the Qiao family. The Qiao family remained calm, indeed, watching him die peacefully, because they knew that this time he had no chance of escaping.
Moreover, their eyes looked at them as if they were looking at a beast waiting to be slaughtered.
Song Laosan was filled with hatred and regret; these emotions pounded against his internal organs, and his eyes bulged bloodshot.
Seeing him like this, the Qiao family felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
They had thought that Song Laosan would die one day, but they never expected that his death would be so gratifying.
This was even more welcome to them than if Song Laosan had died on the mountain.
Pei Shijiu stood beside Qiao Lian'er.
"So, are you satisfied with this result?"
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