Ignoring the parrot's struggles and screams, he picked up the knife and slashed it again and again.
He didn't stop until he had cut the bird into pieces.
He was holding a knife, his body was covered in blood, and his face had a distorted and terrifying expression.
He didn't know since when Xiao Chen had completely left him behind.
But Xiao Chen still went against him like before.
He swore that he would make Xiao Chen look bad.
At Nuanguang Entertainment, Wen Wan put down the phone: "Okay, it's done."
"Next, I will use all my strength to block Xiao Ming at every turn and force him into a corner."
"Okay." Xiao Chen nodded: "This guy will definitely do something desperate."
"He will only reveal his flaws when he is desperate."
Wen Wan nodded gently, then said, "I'll send someone to keep an eye on his every move."
"Where is my dad? Any news?" Xiao Chen asked after a moment of silence.
"I have contacted people outside the country. There is a mercenary team disguised as merchants entering the Sanbianpo area the day after tomorrow."
Wen Wan said: "In addition, I also contacted friends abroad and tried my best to find your father."
Xiao Chen nodded gently, his eyes looking somewhat deep.
In the Jinsanbian area, in a small village south of the Bonong rainforest.
A ragged man carrying a bamboo basket was picking tea in the field with several villagers.
The man had extremely long hair and beard, which covered his original features. There were burn marks on his face, and one of his legs was not mobile.
Only from his confused eyes, a hint of determination was revealed from time to time.
"Old Wen, hurry up, it's going to rain soon." A woman in front turned around and shouted to him.
The woman was wearing a headscarf and a floral shirt, looking very capable. Her name was Ahua, and she was a native of Xiaomo Village.
She understands Lao Mo language and Chinese. The man was found in the Phnom Penh River more than ten days ago.
At that time, he was seriously injured and lying in the mud by the river, dying.
At that time, the village grandfather who knew medicine said that the person could not be saved, but the kind-hearted Ah Hua insisted on saving the person.
The amazing thing is that the man recovered from such a serious injury in just one week.
Grandpa was amazed and said that men's recovery ability is several times stronger than that of ordinary people.
The man could not remember anything and there was only a piece of jade on his body.
There was a word "Wen" engraved on the jade. After he woke up, he became silent and the most thing he did every day was to stare at the jade in a daze.
So everyone calls him Lao Wen.
Old Wen recovered very quickly, but the injury on his leg was too severe, so he still limped when he walked.
But he worked quickly and meticulously.
Xiaomo Village grows red camellia, and merchants come to buy it every year.
This season is when camellias ripen.
All the men, women, young and old in the village joined in the effort. This year's red camellia is in full bloom, and it is a bumper year, which is an important source of income for the village.
Lao Wen picks tea leaves quickly and well, and he also knows how to fry tea.
During the break, Ahua handed him a pot of water.
Lao Wen thanked him mutteringly, then took the water and drank it.
"Old Wen, are you tired?" Ah Hua picked up the towel and carefully wiped the sweat off Old Wen.
Old Wen shook his head, thanked her, took the towel from her hand and wiped himself.
Ah Hua acted like a crazy fan. Her husband who died in the turmoil was far inferior to Lao Wen.
Suddenly, a young man came running from the side of the mountain in a hurry, speaking in an incomprehensible old language.
The people working in the tea fields suddenly became nervous.
Then several pickup trucks drove over with machine guns mounted on them. Each pickup truck had private soldiers wearing khaki camouflage uniforms and holding guns in their hands.
These are the local private armed forces, the people from Bobian.
The village chief, an old man, hurried forward and communicated with the other party in Grinding language.
The leader was very arrogant, and someone even picked up a gun and pointed it at the old man's head.
The young people in the village clashed with them and the language was very heated.
As a result, several young people were taken aside by those vicious people with guns and beaten and kicked.
Finally, these people made vicious threats to the villagers, kicked the picked tea leaves all over the ground, and then left.
Lao Wen didn't quite understand what these people were saying, so he just accepted it and followed Ah Hua to clean up the tea leaves that were kicked away.
"The people in Bobian are too much. They said that if we don't plant according to their requirements, they will destroy our tea fields." Ahua said with a sigh.
"Are there any requirements for growing tea?" Old Wen asked.
"There are no requirements for growing tea, but they want us to dig up the tea fields and plant poppies." Ah Hua straightened the bamboo basket in her hand.
"Poppy?" A hint of coldness flashed across the depths of Old Wen's eyes.
His hands clenched involuntarily, and the veins on his wrists bulged.
I don't know why, but he reacted so strongly when he heard these two words.
Ah Hua didn't notice the change in Lao Wen. She continued to mutter to herself, "Opium is harmful to people."
"In the past, poppies were grown in the village, and there was a drug factory next to it."
"As a result, the village's water source became polluted, and drug traffickers were attracted to it, and many people died."
"We can't grow poppies, absolutely not." Old Wen suddenly said in a low voice.
His tone was firm, his expression stern, and he even exuded a chill.
Everyone around was shocked and didn't know why he reacted so violently.
An old lady sighed: "But what about Bobian?"
"He joined forces with the Sun family army. The leader of the armed forces demanded that they grow poppies. If they didn't, the villagers wouldn't be able to survive."
"This is our home." Old Wen stood up, his attitude firm: "If they dare to come and make trouble, we will fight them with our lives."
"Yes, fight them with your life."
Yanjing, a two-story building.
Xiao Ming wiped his tears while accusing Xiao Chen of his crimes to Mrs. Yu.
"Aunt Xin, Xiao Chen is crazy now. He stares at me and goes against me every day."
"I had already signed the contract, but he abruptly wiped out the role that belonged to me."
"He's going against me so madly, he's courting death. Aunt Xin, you have to make the decision for me."
Mrs. Yu was brewing tea slowly and leisurely, and she seemed somewhat indifferent to Xiao Ming's crying.
Xiao Ming finally noticed that Mrs. Yu was in a bad mood, and he stopped crying in time.
"Besides crying in front of me, don't you have any other options?" Mrs. Yu felt a little angry.
Xiao Ming's tricks work in front of others, but they have no effect on her.
"Your actions have no effect other than making me hate your weakness."
"I have already satisfied all your wishes. I have provided you with a stage, but it is you who will shine."
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