"How much do you think your life is worth? How much is your son's life worth? Perhaps you think it's priceless, but in front of us, it's worthless, just like our lives in your eyes, worthless, it's all the same."
Tang Rao felt he had vented enough and wanted to hear the old man's opinion.
His grandson was killed.
His son, Tang Rao wanted to kill.
These two people, who had an unusual relationship with the old man, were about to die, and he didn't know what the old man's mood would be.
"Old man, it seems there's someone in your family's side branch named Yan Shu, do you remember?"
Tang Rao did not hide the fact that he had killed people from the Yan Family. Killing one is killing, killing two is also killing, but he always killed those who deserved to die, never saying anyone shouldn't die. Tang Rao had made trouble for others himself before.
