Lu Mo looked at them coldly and said in a deep voice, "It's half an hour as agreed. If we're not going up, neither are you. Five minutes left, wait!"
He would never show favoritism or take advantage of others.
Fairness and impartiality are his guiding principles.
Not a second less.
"If anything happens to my son, you will all pay for it with your lives!" Jiang's mother trembled with anger. Her heart sank deeper and deeper, and she sensed that something terrible was about to happen to her son.
Ye Qingqing snorted, "The kind of thing your son is, his death would be considered a contribution to the earth. You want us to pay for your bastard son's life? Bah... Do you have a face bigger than your butt?"
"You...you little whore..."
Jiang's mother pointed at Ye Qingqing, her face flushed red, as if she was about to burst a blood vessel from anger.
"Have some self-respect!"
Lu Mo flicked the old woman's finger lightly, and Jiang's mother's face changed drastically in pain. Cold sweat poured down her face like soybeans, and she looked at Lu Mo with fear, no longer daring to scold him.
This man seems to know kung fu; she can't afford to mess with him.
Five long minutes passed before Lu Mo let the two old folks pass. Jiang's parents, supporting each other, hurried upstairs to the second floor, while Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo followed behind at a leisurely pace.
"ah……"
Jiang's mother's shrill screams were jarring in the quiet night, alerting the other neighbors who came out to check the situation. The screams were so terrible that it seemed like a big commotion. But when they saw the horrific state of Jiang Xingzhi on the ground, they were terrified, and some of the more timid ones went straight back to their rooms.
"Someone's dying... someone's going to die... call 110 immediately..."
"Call 120... Saving lives is the priority, call 120 immediately..."
The neighbors were all talking at once, flustered and at a loss. Jiang's mother fainted, and Jiang's father was also so frightened that he stood there blankly, like a wooden figure.
Jiang Xingzhi lay on the ground like a dead man, his face as white as paper, unconscious. There wasn't much blood on the ground, but the room reeked of blood, and the air felt stagnant, as if the whole room was shrouded in a bloody mold. No one dared to go in.
The neighbors gathered in the corridor, peering out with fear on their faces. They never expected that Lu Qinghua, who was usually the one being beaten, would dare to do such a ruthless thing today. It seemed that Jiang Xingzhi was probably not going to make it.
Either erupt in silence, or die in silence.
What a profound truth!
Lu Qinghua was covered in blood, it was hard to tell if it was her own or Jiang Xingzhi's. She sat on the ground blankly, not saying a word, but her appearance was unsettling.
Although Lu Mo had guessed something was wrong, the terrible scene before him still surprised him. He took a deep look at Ye Qingqing, who had a calm expression, thinking, "This girl has improved."
"He tried to strangle me... I... I don't want to die..."
Lu Qinghua spoke, her head bowed low as if she were stunned, but in fact, the corners of her lips were upturned and her eyes were bright. She had never felt so happy before, but she remembered Ye Qingqing's words.
The more people there are, the more you should act weak, pitiful, and sympathetic.
Ye Qingqing pulled open Lu Qinghua's collar and saw a ring of purplish-blue pinch marks around his neck. The handprints were clearly those of an adult male. The neighbors, who had initially felt some sympathy for Jiang Xingzhi, immediately shifted their sympathy to Lu Qinghua.
"Even a rabbit will kick an eagle when cornered. Lu Qinghua has been pushed to the limit. What woman could stand him for so many years? Jiang Xingzhi is a real scoundrel," a neighbor whispered.
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