"You let my brother go, and now you still have a chance to sew up his hamstring. I promise not to hold you responsible for anything." Shunzi looked at the old-fashioned and said in a very sincere tone.
"I want you to kneel down!" The old man waved his hand and slashed his knife, and a big gash was cut on Gao Xiaoshan's back.
"Ah..." Gao Xiaoshan couldn't bear the pain and lay on the ground.
"Brother..." Gao Xiaoshan moaned weakly.
I once talked a lot about Shunzi with Gao Xiaoshan. I knew that after Shunzi’s parents divorced, he followed his mother back to County X. For a long time, Shunzi didn’t have any playmates.[
So when his brother Gao Xiaoshan came to his house, it was Shunzi's happiest moment.
He talked to Gao Xiaoshan about everything and told Gao Xiaoshan everything he saw, heard, felt and understood.
It can be said that Gao Xiaoshan's status in Shunzi's heart is much higher than that of his ruthless father.
"Don't touch him." Shunzi gasped. It was rare for anyone to see him lose his temper like this.
"Then kneel down for me!" the old man almost shouted.
The wolf, who was forced to the edge of the cliff, decided to do whatever it took to ensure his safety.
Behind Lao Tu, more than thirty of his brothers stood, each of them silent.
Not one of the more than a hundred people behind Shunzi made a sound.
The cool breeze of the summer night blows through everyone's body, bringing fear in everyone's heart.
Many young people have now begun to regret why they came to this place. They feel that Jianghu is not that fun, let alone easy to get involved with.
In fact, at this time, as long as Shunzi gave an order and more than a hundred people rushed forward, the old man would be trampled by everyone's feet if he slashed the mountain with one knife at most - either dead or injured.
But can Gao Xiaoshan bear this blow?
An old man can smash a fish tank with just one punch, let alone slash it with all his strength.
The old man is now willing to kill people. Everyone can see that he has put his life aside.
Indeed, if Zhai Guang hadn't called the police at the critical moment, would Lao Tu still be alive now?
To be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself.