Chapter 109: Beating up the vicious foster parents
The stick came at him head on.
Yang Yong's expression was ferocious, and gradually became similar to the violent man in the original owner's memory.
A fierce look flashed in Meng Zhiyi's eyes, and he quickly dodged before the stick fell on him, making it miss.
"Okay, you've become braver. Today I'm going to make you remember the feeling of being scared."
Yang Yong rolled up his sleeves and waved his stick forward with a ferocious look on his face.
Meng Zhiyi sneered, snatched the stick from Yang Yong's hand and hit him at the joints.
"It is indeed time for you to reminisce."
As the words fell, Meng Zhiyi's attacks became faster and harder, and every blow he struck on Yang Yong was beyond his ability to endure.
The originally quiet forest was now filled with Yang Yong's screams.
Meng Zhiyi did not give him any chance to escape. Within a few minutes, he beat the man so hard that he lay on the ground wailing.
Liu Lan, who was standing by, was terrified.
She huddled under a fruit tree, watching in horror as her husband was beaten so badly that he had no ability to fight back.
The stick in Meng Zhiyi's hand had broken. Seeing that Yang Yong had no ability to resist, he shifted his gaze to Liu Lan.
She pulled the corners of her mouth and looked at her with a grim smile: "When I was a child, I was beaten by you a lot. Obviously I did nothing wrong, but you were unhappy and used me as a punching bag."
"The most abominable thing is that I was only 15 years old, and you allowed Yang Shaokang to violate me."
"It's time to take stock of each and every one of these things."
As she spoke, she walked towards Liu Lan step by step.
"When I was ten years old, Yang Shaokang stole five dollars from you. You couldn't bear to beat him, so you locked me outside the house and I almost froze to death."
"Liu Lan, tell me, how can I repay you?"
Liu Lan was already trembling with fear. She even felt that the person in front of her was not the adopted daughter she had raised for fifteen years.
"No matter how badly I treated you, I still raised you until you were fifteen!"
"Without...without our Yang family, you would have...died out there a long time ago!"
Liu Lan's voice trembled and she spoke stutteringly.
I thought I could win Meng Zhi's favor by offering her kindness in bringing me up, but she just sneered.
Then he pointed the stick in his hand at her. The broken cross-section of the stick was full of sharp wooden thorns, which made Liu Lan swallow.
"Are you sure you picked me up?"
As soon as these words came out, Liu Lan's pupils suddenly shrank, as if a secret deep in her heart had been revealed.
Meng Zhiyi's eyes became colder and he continued:
"I was born in the capital, thousands of kilometers away from the provincial capital. You have never left Wangyue Township in your entire lives. How did you find me?"
"And I've done some research. At that time, you were the poorest family in Wangyue Township. But after I arrived, your conditions improved a lot."
"From this, it is clear that the person who brought me here was not a human trafficker, and you definitely did not pick me up."
"Then Liu Lan, now it's your turn to tell me, who handed me over to you?"
Meng Zhiyi's words were like a death warrant, making Liu Lan feel cold all over.
She opened her mouth for a long time but couldn't utter a word.
At this time, Yang Yong, who was behind Meng Zhiyi, had already climbed up from the ground with great pain.
He was holding a stone in his hand, his eyes were fierce, and he had obviously lost his mind.
When Liu Lan saw him, the fear in her eyes suddenly disappeared and was replaced by viciousness.
She changed her timid look and stood up, looking at Meng Zhiyi arrogantly, and answered confidently: "So what?"
"What can you do to us?"
Hearing this, Meng Zhiyi sneered.
Behind her, Yang Yong had already raised a stone and was smashing it towards the back of her head.
The two thought they were on perfect terms, but when Yang Yong threw the stone down, Meng Zhiyi dodged to the side.
The next second, the stone hit Liu Lan on the head.
"ah!"
Liu Lan screamed, stumbled back, holding her bleeding head, then fell to the ground and fainted.
Yang Yong stood there in a daze, and the stone in his hand fell to the ground.
"Oh my, you killed someone." Meng Zhiyi said schadenfreudely.
Hearing the word "murder", Yang Yong suddenly came back to his senses. He first glanced at Liu Lan who was lying on the ground, not knowing whether she was alive or dead, and then quickly looked at Meng Zhiyi.
Looking at the mocking smile on the girl's face, Yang Yong became furious.
His eyes became even more ferocious, and he thought to himself that if he could only kill her once and for all!
Seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, the curve of Meng Zhiyi's mouth widened.
When Yang Yong attacked, she no longer held back and beat him to death.
In a flash, Yang Yong was lying on the ground, wriggling like a worm, trying to run away.
Meng Zhiyi stepped on his ankle and applied a little force with his foot, and Yang Yong screamed in pain.
"I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Where did you get me from?"
Yang Yong was sweating from the pain and gasping for breath, but he made no attempt to answer.
"Don't want to talk about it? That's fine. Wait until I remove Yang Shaokang's hands and feet and bring them to you. It won't be too late to talk about it then."
Meng Zhiyi said it lightly, and his tone seemed to be asking you whether you want to eat it or not.
Yang Yong's eyes widened, then he struggled to turn his head and glared at her: "Just try and touch him!"
"Why wouldn't I dare?" Meng Zhiyi shrugged and continued, "Let alone cutting off his arms and legs, I would dare to take his life."
"He broke into my room in the middle of the night and tried to commit a crime. I fought back and accidentally injured him severely... No matter how you look at it, I was acting in a legitimate defense."
Yang Yong gritted his teeth and looked at her as if he wanted to tear her to pieces.
"Don't look at me like that, or you'll scare me and accidentally stab me with the stick. That'll be bad."
These words frightened Yang Yong so much that he quickly looked away.
Meng Zhiyi curled his lips in satisfaction and continued, "You have one minute to think about it. It's up to you to decide whether to save your son's life or not."
Yang Yong struggled for a while, then he looked at his wife who was lying motionless on the ground with blood all over her head, and finally gritted his teeth.
He said, "We don't know those people. They came to me out of the blue and said they would give us some money and keep you to raise us."
Meng Zhiyi's eyes darkened slightly: "Besides this, is there nothing else?"
"No, just say that as long as you are kept alive, we can do whatever we want with you."
Yang Yong paused for a few seconds and then continued, "At that time, we only wanted the money, and we also thought that we could get a dowry when we married you off in the future. But later, Shaokang got into trouble and couldn't get married, so we thought it would be nice to have you as his wife."
Meng Zhiyi listened with an unclear expression on his face.
The original owner had lived in this family since he could remember, and he was subjected to endless abuse.
It is a miracle to be able to return to the Meng family alive.
After listening to what Yang Yong said, Meng Zhiyi always felt that there was an unknown conspiracy behind the original owner's kidnapping.
But time has passed too long, and it is unlikely to get more useful information from Yang Yong.
Meng Zhiyi retracted his foot, lowered his eyes and looked at Yang Yong in thought for a few seconds.
Then he held the stick in his hand, without even looking at them, and walked straight out of the woods.
As soon as he came out, Meng Zhiyi saw Shen Que waiting outside, as well as many bodyguards in black...
"Is it solved?" Shen Que walked over and asked in a low voice.
She raised her eyebrows, shook the stick in her hand, and said nonchalantly: "I was a little too heavy-handed, the situation may not be good, can you help me solve it?"