“What have you done to Xiao Xi?!” Zhang Xiuming wished he could grow a leg so he could jump off the bed.
“Do you think, if your sister knew that Xiao Yan helped me break your leg and knew that Xiao Yan would go to the hot spring tonight, would she go to settle the score with him?”
She definitely would.
Zhang Xiuming knew his sister too well. She was the kind of person who didn’t use her brains. Once she got angry, she would do anything.
In fact, Xu Hang was deceiving him.
He was not sure whether Zhang Yinxi would go to find Xiao Yan to do something or not, but when he entered the Zhang family manor, he happened to see Zhang Yinxi going out. It was so late at night, and this woman was still going out with a sick body. She must be going to do something complicated.
As for whether she came back or not, Xu Hang didn’t know, but the current situation was very suitable to use to disrupt Zhang Xiuming’s mood.
Although the Zhang family’s guards were deliberately lax, if things really got out of hand, he thinks a lot of soldiers would still come out.
“What do you want to do?” Zhang Xiuming glared at Xu Hang. He had completely lost his initiative and had lost his composure.
Xu Hang chuckled, “Give me the gun, and I’ll tell you.”
This is like handing over his life.
Zhang Xiuming did not hesitate and let go. Xu Hang lifted the quilt, picked up the gun, and played with it in his hand: “I didn’t expect a scumbag like you is a good brother. Don’t worry, I won’t offend others unless they offend me. I have no grudge against your sister, and I don’t care about her life either.”
“So you want my life?”
Xu Hang’s smile deepened a little: “I don’t care about your life at all. I’m not the kind of person who will repay you double. I think your current situation is enough after what you did to me.”
Zhang Xiuming was concerned about Zhang Yinxi’s safety, and his tone became anxious: “Then what on earth do you want to do? Where’s my sister?”
Xu Hang took a few steps back and leaned on the balcony railing, pointing the black muzzle of his gun at Zhang Xiuming, ordering him as if he were looking at a lamb: “Just go out like this, alone, and don’t call for help. I remember Xiao Yan will be taking a hot spring bath at ‘Ruiting Fang’ tonight. Whether you can get there before your sister gets into trouble or not depends on how fast you can climb.”
This is a humiliation. Zhang Xiuming finally understood why Xu Hang came tonight.
Zhang Xiuming, who had always been high and mighty, finally had his day when he was trampled and crushed. The shame brought about by this contrast penetrated deep into his bones, and he would never forget it until his death.
“You dare to come into the tiger’s den just to humiliate me?”
“You also made a scene in Shanghai just to get me, didn’t you?”
“Heh… I thought you were so capable, but it turns out you just wanted to experience what it’s like to be on top.”
Xu Hang stroked the gun: “I don’t care about the feeling of being on top, I prefer the feeling of stepping on you.”
Zhang Xiuming had no choice. Xu Hang’s gun was a warning. He would shoot as soon as he called for help.
So he lifted the quilt, picked up the crutches beside the bed, and limped out.
Of course the limb that had just been broken off was painful, not to mention that one of the hands was also numb. Zhang Xiuming was already sweating after just a few steps, but he didn’t dare to stop. As long as he thought that something might happen to Zhang Yinxi, he felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.
After stumbling and swaying, he finally got out of the door. When he was going down the stairs, he lost his balance and fell down, rolling several meters away. His broken leg hit the stairs, and the pain was not only excruciating but also a near-death pain.
He could feel Xu Hang’s eyes on the second-floor balcony, looking down at him contemptuously and coldly. He swallowed his saliva, sweat pouring out of his forehead and back, biting his teeth and moving out little by little.
That was no longer considered moving, it was more like crawling. There was a trail of blood on the ground where he had crawled, it was all from the wound on his broken leg.
Under the moonlight, in this beautiful manor, he was crawling so ugly alone. It took him a lot of effort to finally climb onto the car parked at the door, open the door, and sit in the driver’s seat with difficulty.
The moment he sat down, he felt like he had saved his life.
Without taking a breath, he stepped on the accelerator with his remaining leg and turned the steering wheel, just wanting to rush to Ruiting Fang immediately.
He thought Xu Hang must still be standing on the balcony, looking at him smugly, but when the car turned the corner, he glanced and saw that the balcony was empty.
It was as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.
Perhaps he had seen enough of the joke, Zhang Xiuming pouted and stepped on the accelerator hard.
Just wait, Xu Hang, once you’re tormented by drug addiction and trapped between life and death like a half-human, half-ghost, you’ll finally understand what it means to make an enemy of me. By then, your wailing and crying will become the lullaby in my dreams.
Sooner or later, you will also experience the blood, tears, and humiliation I experienced tonight!
Of course, Zhang Xiuming didn’t know that Xu Hang’s purpose tonight was not him from the beginning to the end.
In other words, he just wanted to teach Zhang Xiuming a lesson while doing his own thing.
After watching Zhang Xiuming leave the Zhang family manor, he went into the room, opened the closet, found one of Zhang Xiuming’s pajamas and put it on, put on a mask, took one of the spare crutches, and limped to another building.
Since the last “haunted” incident, Zhang Yaochen no longer lives in the same house with his children but lives closer to the inside than them. Naturally, there are more guards in his building.
It was the sleepiest time, the guards yawned continuously, and the dim kerosene lamp could not drive away the darkness.
They heard the sound of crutches from afar, shook their heads, tried to open their eyes, and dazedly saw a familiar set of pajamas, so they hurriedly greeted him: “Young Master, are you here so late to see the Chief of Staff?”
“Hmm.” The voice from the mask was muffled.
The guard covered his mouth and yawned again, then picked up the kerosene lamp to see more clearly. Just as he straightened his back, he was knocked down by Xu Hang’s slap.
“You bastard! You’re holding the lamp so close to me, are you trying to burn me to death?!”
The guard covered his forehead and felt very aggrieved. It was said that Young Master Zhang became half crazy after he became disabled. But if he were to say it, he was not crazy at all, he was just someone who could easily get angry and had a wild temper!
Forget it, forget it. He can’t afford to offend him. The guard nodded and bowed: “Please… please forgive me, I am confused… please, please.”
As he spoke, he helped to open the door. Xu Hang snorted, pretending to be dissatisfied, then limped inside.
The moment the door was closed, he could still hear the guards outside mumbling and cursing.
In front of him was a dark corridor, at the end of which was a door. A little light leaked through the crack of the door, it seemed that Zhang Yaochen had not slept yet.
Through the crack in the door, Zhang Yaochen sat at his desk, staring blankly at a half-burned photo on the table.
The photo showed a woman in a long-sleeved cheongsam, gentle and bright, but only half of her face could be seen because it was burned, but it still made people feel fascinated.
He gently stroked the photo, its worn edges showing how often he had taken it out to look at it. Each time his eyes lingered on it for just a moment, a sigh would escape his lips.
The tea on the table had gone cold, and a breeze was blowing in, making him feel a little cold.
Looking up, he saw that the door had been opened without him noticing, and there was a person standing outside. Zhang Yaochen stood up in shock. After seeing clearly, he said, “Xiuming, why did you suddenly get up without saying a word? Are you cold? Does your wound hurt? Why don’t you just ask someone to call me? Why did you come here in person?”
That person he thought was Zhang Xiuming did not move but threw his crutches aside and walked in normally.
Seeing this, Zhang Yaochen frowned: “You are not Xiuming… You are…”
He seemed to know who this person was.
Without limping or stumbling, he walked steadily to a bright place and took off his mask.
“I’m Xu Hang, and I’m here to kill your entire family.”
The young man raised the gun in his hand, and a chill ran through the old man’s limbs.
