Qin Wentian also heard the contents of the news. He struggled to lift half of his body and then stared intently at the news screen, gritting his teeth.
After a long time, he angrily said, "In this world, some people truly can do whatever they please!!"
Qin Hao didn't say much, just stood silently in place, his eyes flashing with a frightening cold light. He was silent for a while, then turned around and walked out, went into a storage room on one side of the cabin, picked out a hatchet, and then walked out the door.
The rising morning sun in the eastern sky cast a large swath of bright scarlet. The golden light shone on Qin Hao's back, with a few roaring heavy trucks occasionally passing by on the highway next to the flat house.
Qin Hao's back was lonely and tragically heroic, like an injured lone wolf, eyes emitting a murderous glow, dragging the hatchet, facing the direction of the morning sun, he walked step by step into the darkness.
