"You... you..." Jii Chunjue's voice came out in a raspy gasp, his face full of astonishment and terror.
"Jii Chunjue, evil begets evil, those who do evil deeds will meet retribution," Yue Yaer looked at him coldly and said, "Now, the time has come, I, Yue Yaer, have returned to avenge my mother!"
Her gaze swept under the bridge, and she sneered, "How's life here? All of this was specially arranged for you! That extravagant, wealthy returnee second-generation, the loan shark company that lent you money, the thugs who drove you out of the city center... all of it, all of it, was arranged by me!"
"You... you..." Jii Chunjue's face twisted in a grotesque snarl, struggling wildly, as if he wanted to fight Yue Yaer to the death.
But his leg was broken, his ribs fractured, never healed; scavenging in the trash for food, he was bitten by stray dogs.
If he hadn't fought with his last breath to crawl back under the bridge, he might have been torn apart and devoured by the wild dogs.
