Xia Huiyin replied coldly: "I am a staff member of the emergency office and I have the obligation to be responsible for the safety of the residents in the community! Your son intended to kill the hostages with a knife. I have no choice between life and death!"
After hearing what Xia Huiyin said, Lao Qian was so angry that he stamped his feet. He was unreasonable and retorted loudly: "Why don't you have any other choice? You won't hit the knife in his hand? You won't hit his arms and legs? Why do you have to beat him to death?!"
The aunts with glasses also echoed, "Yes, there are other ways. Why did you beat Dabao to death? Do you know that Dabao is the only male in our Qian family?"
"Our family has been a single-line family for generations, with only Dabao as our male heir, and now he is ruined in your hands!"
"You killed Dabao, how can our family survive!"
Xia Huiyin frowned as she looked at the people in front of her. In that situation, she had no other choice but to beat the man with glasses to death.
One reason was to save Zhuo Yiyi, but more importantly, this incident had alarmed too many people. With so many eyes watching, there was no guarantee that someone would not have inappropriate thoughts. She had to make an example of someone to scare the monkeys and stop other people from having such thoughts, otherwise, there would be more people who would follow the example of the man with glasses.
Xia Huiyin looked at the group of people in front of her and said in a cold voice: "Even if you call the police, the result will be the same. He is the only child in your family, so what? If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price. If you can't educate your child well, naturally there will be others to do it for you."
The onlookers could no longer bear to see the glasses man's family members making trouble, and someone began to chime in, "Yes, Old Qian, your son deserved to die this time! If you hadn't been here just now, you wouldn't have known that your son was holding down a grown girl and trying to rape her in front of everyone!"
Old Qian glared at the man who was speaking and said viciously, "So what! My son is a single young man, it's her blessing to rape her! Maybe that woman is a cheapskate and has to pay for my son!"
The business man opposite frowned upon hearing this. He obviously did not expect Lao Qian to say such outrageous words. He subconsciously protected his little daughter behind him and shouted at Lao Qian: "You are simply unreasonable! Your son deserves to die!"
Other business owners were also angered by Lao Qian's words and said:
"As expected, the top beam is crooked and the bottom beam is crooked. I didn't expect that the father would be like this!"
"I felt a little sympathetic for their family losing their only child, but now I can only say, it's a good death, they deserved it!"
"Looking at the faces of this family, I can only say that it's a good thing that kid is dead, otherwise who knows how many more people he would have harmed!"
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Listening to the discussions of the crowd, the father of the man with glasses' face turned red, and a surge of anger surged from the bottom of his heart and rushed to the top of his head.
He roared, "Shut up! Don't you dare talk about my son! I'll kill you!"
After saying that, he took out a fruit knife from his arms and stabbed at the crowd.
He had made up his mind. The only child in the Qian family was gone. He must take away a few of those gossipy neighbors to bury his big son with him! He wanted these neighbors to be sacrifices for his son!
But before he got close to the crowd, he heard a gunshot.
A bullet flew out of the gun barrel, through the air, and rushed towards the father of the man with glasses.
The originally noisy living room seemed to freeze at this moment. Everything around became slow and clear, and people's terrified expressions were frozen in this moment.
The next second, the bullet pierced through Lao Qian's chest, and the impact knocked him to the ground.
The last thing he saw was Xia Huiyin, the one who pulled the trigger. Xia Huiyin had a cold expression, as if she was saying to him, "Look, I really can't hit you with your hands, arms, or legs."
Blood gushed out from Lao Qian's wound, staining the ground beneath his feet red.
Old Qian's body twitched a few times, and then he was no longer able to breathe.
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