"Heh! Then does it matter to you that I have a stinky kid born from your ex-wife?!"
Xiangshan Shengzi thought about how she had been forced to obey Xiangshan Saburo unilaterally since she got married. She had had enough of this life of living under someone else's roof and having to look at other people's faces. She simply gave up and didn't want to continue acting. She extended her index finger and poked the other person's chest, raising her voice to a sharp tone:
"Why would I marry you when I'm so young? Don't you have any idea? Do you really think I'm obsessed with old people and ugly things? I'm just after money and the chance to be a rich wife in the future! But you gave all your property to that bastard before we even got married. I'm telling you, I've had enough of you. You're not as important as the membership voucher!"
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Koyama Saburo never expected that his young and beautiful wife would think this way. It turned out that she was not attracted by his talent, nor did she truly love him. She was just thinking about his money.
He was so angry that he gritted his teeth, zipped up his suitcase, and slammed the door as he walked out with the suitcase full of money. Even when he got outside, he still felt unsatisfied, so he kicked the wooden door hard before leaving cursing.
Carrying a heavy suitcase and dragging a suitcase full of clothes, Koyama Saburo ignored Takashi Sosuke's advice and ran into the forest alone to find a way out. As he ran, he recalled the face of the Son of Heaven and could not help cursing:
"Oh! What a foolish woman, blinded by greed to this extent! Humph, just wait and see, I will definitely escape from this damn place, and then..."
Kacha.
The sound of branches being broken by people was particularly clear in the quiet night.
Xiangshan Saburo's steps paused, he twisted his neck stiffly to the side, and his heart beat faster involuntarily.
Moonlight poured in through the gaps in the leaves. The man standing two meters away against the light, holding a bloody iron axe, could not be seen clearly. There was a white mask in front of his face to cover his features. The two round holes in front of his eyes gradually evolved into bottomless black holes in the dim environment - like an abyss, staring at you.
"You...you are, Jason?!"
Koyama Saburo responded not with words, but with the movement of swinging the iron axe.
Warm blood spurted out, dyeing the withered grass red, and seemed to bring a hint of life.
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