Chapter 221 Weapons



He tried to reach out to Chen Nian several times, wanting to move back to his hometown for a peaceful life, but Chen Nian always disagreed and insisted on waiting a little longer.

Wait, wait, what are we waiting for?

Old Chen regrets it deeply whenever he thinks about how the supermarket almost sold the goods at an exorbitant price. He wonders how he could have been so foolish as to listen to his son.

Now I'm increasingly annoyed with my son. He's so young and perfectly capable, yet he doesn't go out to find work and I never see him.

Today, Old Chen couldn't hold back any longer and lost his temper during dinner. He asked Chen Nian what exactly he was waiting for.

But Chen Nian wouldn't say anything except keep his head down and eat. Old Chen got angry and overturned the table.

Then he realized he didn't recognize his son.

Chen Nian's sinister gaze chilled him to the bone, and he even sensed a faint murderous aura emanating from him. He couldn't explain why, but he just felt that the young man in front of him was not Chen Nian at all.

His son had always been kind and cheerful, but he had changed into this state at some point.

Living comfortably under Lao Chen's protection every day, never sharing the burden of supporting the family, and now, he's turned out to be such a hypocrite.

Old Chen slumped onto the stool, looking at the dim and dilapidated surroundings, a sense of powerlessness washing over him.

"Niannian, please tell Daddy, what are you waiting for?"

Chen Nian didn't look up. He reached into his pocket and felt the heavy, cold texture, which calmed him down.

Going back to my hometown to freeze or starve to death? That's impossible!

We've made it this far, all for Wang Feifei's safe house!

"Dad, don't worry about my affairs. Just trust me. Wait a week at most, and I'll do whatever you say then."

Chen Nian walked straight out without waiting for his father's response.

In a corner not far from the door, there was a pile of construction waste, and in the pile of waste, there was a burlap sack with mottled corners, seeping with dark red liquid.

Buzzing...

I don't know where all these flies came from.

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