"I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child. Please be magnanimous and spare me."
"I will kowtow to you and apologize."
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The dull sound of kowtows could be heard one after another. In order to avoid retaliation, Butcher Zhang kowtowed with great force, and his forehead soon turned purple and bled.
The onlookers cheered in unison, feeling extremely happy, as if they had finally let out a sigh of relief.
Han Xin looked at the ugly faces of the crowd with cold eyes and no expression on his face.
They treated him the same way three years ago.
Those who aid and abet the evil, those who fan the flames, and those who are accomplices to the evil are equally hateful.
"That's enough, no more knocking."
"Since you have fulfilled your bet, I, Han Xin, will not pursue this matter any further."
"In the future, I hope you won't look down on others."
"Yes, yes, yes! I understand. I won't dare to do it again. Thank you, Lord Han, for your forgiveness!"
Butcher Zhang responded repeatedly as if he had been pardoned, with a humble attitude, as if he wanted to humble himself.
Seeing this scene, Han Xin's knot was still not resolved.
He looked around at the so-called fellow villagers and took in their expressions.
These people once mocked him, insulted him, and bullied him, but now they respect him, flatter him, and fear him.
Everything is due to power and profit.
Now he has stood at a peak that these people can never reach.
but......
It's not enough, not enough...
Thinking of this, Han Xin slowly exhaled, the depression in his heart was swept away, and his eyes, like torches, burst into a burst of ambition.
When a person has a higher mountain to climb in his heart, he will not care about the mud under his feet.
Wangchuan Fenghualu - Han Xin
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