Song Huiyue's silence meant that she had nothing to say, and Zhang Xutang's silence meant that he was sure of victory. Among them, only Jin Wangba remained unmoved and sat happily in his villa.
Finally, Zhang Xutang was the first to break the situation: "Madam, please."
Song Huiyue's butt was inseparable from the chair, and she had no intention of getting up.
Zhang Xutang had to use her if he wanted to give King Jin a dead end. After careful calculation, she was also a treasure now, so she should be able to negotiate some conditions.
She felt much calmer: "You have to let my family go so that I can help you with things."
"Then what can I threaten you with?" Zhang Xutang said the cruel truth affectionately, "If you don't leave, then I will kill you right now."
He said it as if he wanted to kill pigs and cows.
The people of the Song family - it should be said that most people in this world cannot be called human beings in his eyes, they have no names or surnames, and they are no different from cattle and horses.
However, Song Huiyue's reaction made him look at her. The scene he originally imagined was that Song Huiyue was crying and begging in front of him, or she was unable to recognize the reality and was hysterical. Unexpectedly,
She was so aware of current affairs that she even negotiated terms with him.
Just for this reason, he could regard Song Huiyue as a famous person.
If there was no King Jin in the middle, he could let the small house of the Song family continue to survive in Tanzhou.
It's a pity that this small house cannot bear the many powerful people and is about to collapse.
He asked Song Huiyue with a faint smile: "Which one do you think is better to kill? I will listen to you - I am so good to you."
Song Huiyue smiled and looked directly into his eyes: "Okay."
Her answer was unexpected. Zhang Xutang was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhan Shizhao: "She said yes?"
Zhan Shizhao nodded: "Yes."
He felt uneasy, and just looking at the people in the room, not one of them cried, made him panic.
I always feel like tonight is not going to go well.
Zhang Xutang's head shook like a rattle: "Interesting."
It’s so interesting.
Then he asked with curiosity: "Who do you choose?"
Song Huiyue put her hands in her sleeves, shuddered, and replied: "Me."
Zhang Xutang leaned back in his chair in disappointment: "No, you are just being clever and failed to live up to my expectations."
"You live up to it." Song Huiyue smiled, and suddenly took out a sharp knife from her sleeve and put it on her neck without saying a word.
Her movement was so sudden that Zhang Xutang fell back in shock. The chair fell to the ground with a bang, and the person fell out with it.
The guard suddenly drew his sword, and the light of the sword was directed towards Song Huiyue. Yinxiao stepped forward and blocked Song Huiyue.
"Stop," Zhang Xutang got up from the ground, patted his clothes twice, and opened his mouth wide enough to stuff an egg, "You really impressed me, but the knife has to be placed on the enemy's neck instead of
own neck."
"You have learned the lesson," Song Huiyue nodded, "When I am able, I will put the knife on your neck."
She raised her neck and gently pulled the knife in. Blood stains immediately appeared on the delicate skin.
Blood drops seeped out from the blade and dripped on the skirt of the clothes, as if red plum blossoms were embroidered on the white clothes.
The folding fan made a "crack" sound in the palm of Zhang Xutang's hand, which was particularly clear in the quiet night, and beat like a drum in people's hearts.
Every time he takes a shot, everyone's hearts tremble.
Everyone in the main room held their breaths, not even moving their feet. They stood fixedly in place, waiting for Zhang Xutang to think clearly and come up with a way out or a dead end.
Yin Xiao held the knife tightly and stood beside Song Huiyue. His palm was sticky and he couldn't tell whether it was blood or sweat.
The moon cast a faint layer of light and shadow, illuminating his hair, eyebrows and eyes, making him look tense to the core.
After a while, Zhang Xutang sighed: "How pitiful."
Song Huiyue nodded inconveniently and just replied: "Yes."
It's really pitiful, like a fish on a chopping board, with the knife hanging ruthlessly on its head, and the fish can only stand upright to show its struggle.
The knife will eventually fall.
The night was deep and the light was dim. Zhang Xutang was concentrating on thinking about the plan to kill people and silence him. Two shadows fell from his eyelashes. He looked a little more majestic than his usual cynical appearance, but he was still lacking in energy.
"Your mother or your brother, which one do you want to choose?"
He had a deep thought in a short period of time. Mrs. Song and Song Qinghui were both Song Huiyue's weaknesses. As for the first-class aunt and servant, they were not human in his eyes.
"Also," he added, "don't bargain and don't think too highly of yourself. This is not the only way I can go. I don't particularly care about your life or death."
There was a fierce look on his brows, no matter whose neck the knife was on, he was the one being threatened.
Song Huiyue was very indifferent. This kind of result was also within her expectation. She said kindly: "Let my brother go."
Aunt Lin said anxiously: "Madam, it can't be done! How can I know the way alone? There are kidnappers outside. It's better for my wife to go!"
She wanted her wife to go out, at least she could send a message, and everyone would have a chance to survive. Uncle... Where can he go? What if he is hungry, tired, or lost? Go
Where to find him?
Thinking of this, she looked at Mrs. Song more anxiously.
Mrs. Song smiled silently and bitterly, thinking that the peaceful life had been too long, and Aunt Lin's speech was becoming increasingly rough, and her brain was also suspected of deterioration.
Unless Zhang Xutang let wine and sex ruin his brain, he would not be able to give them a chance to report the news.
Tonight is destined to be a bloody storm, and only one can escape.
Aunt Wang understood everything from Mrs. Song's expression. She asked the anxious Aunt Lin: "Take care of it, uncle."
After hearing this, Aunt Lin somehow figured it out. She burst into tears and went to collect the soft goods and money for Song Qinghui with trembling hands.
Everyone else had blank faces, numb with fear and no tears to shed.
Zhang Xutang raised his hands, smacked a rampant mosquito to death, and scratched his face: "Now that you've decided, let's go."
Song Huiyue looked at him: "How to go? I don't trust you, I'm afraid you will play tricks."
Zhang Xutang had a trick-or-treating face. No matter what he said, he could not be trusted. He also knew that Song Huiyue would not be able to convince him, so he spread his hands and said, "You decide."
Song Huiyue said: "If we take the water route, we will first send Qinghui to the dock and charter a big boat. After the boat sails, we will stay at the dock for a quarter of an hour."
The big ship sailed directly across the sea with clouds and sails, and within a quarter of an hour no shadow could be seen.
Zhang Xutang wanted to chase him, but he couldn't.
After saying that, she raised her head to look at Zhang Xutang, hoping that Zhang Xutang could make a decision as soon as possible - she was holding the knife in her hand, and her fingers and arms were all numb.
Zhang Xutang moved a chair closer to her and smelled the smell of her body. It was not the fragrance, but the smell of paper incense. He wanted to be tainted by this smell to avoid the harassment of mosquitoes.
Without looking at Song Huiyue's expression, he thought about it carefully. After thinking about it, he nodded: "Okay."
After agreeing, he waved to the guards around him: "Bring out the Song family uncle."