I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 134 The Son Who Was Severed Ties
When the guards heard the middle-aged man call Wei Xiaole's name, they assumed they knew each other, which is why they spoke in such a gentler tone than before.

do you know it?
Yes, we do know each other!

Wei Xiaole curled a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, looking at the middle-aged man whose features resembled his own, and explained in a serious tone, "Go south for three kilometers, turn right and you'll find the cemetery. The dead people from Sanshui Village are buried there. If you really want to pay your respects, go there. This is the garrison area; unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter."

After saying that, he turned and left. The middle-aged man paused for two seconds, then hurriedly chased after him and grabbed his arm. "Xiaole, I..."

Without even turning her head, Wei Xiaole suddenly swung her arm and shook off the man's hand.

The middle-aged man staggered a couple of steps before regaining his balance. He looked at Wei Xiaole, his face showing guilt and sadness, but mostly embarrassment.

The middle-aged woman who had been standing still saw this and quickly ran forward to support him. She first glanced at Wei Xiaole, and then turned to the man and gently advised, "Honey, since that's the case, let's not go in. Mom and Dad will understand your filial piety."

Filial piety?

"laugh!"

Wei Xiaole scoffed with a mocking expression. "Grandpa and Grandma have been gone for so long. They didn't come to the funeral, nor to the Qingming Festival every year. It's been almost twenty years. They don't even know where their graves are. How can they have the nerve to say they are filial?"
The middle-aged man had clearly realized this as well. His face flushed red upon hearing Wei Xiaole's sneer. He stammered, trying to explain, "Xiao...Xiaole, it's not that Dad isn't coming back, it's...it's because..."

After all that, nothing came of it.

Wei Xiaole's sarcasm deepened. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, Grandpa and Grandma never expected anything from you. They told you before that you didn't need to come back after they passed away. Your aunt and I can handle their funeral arrangements."

This is true. The two old people severed their parent-child relationship with Wei Xiaole's father before the monster massacred the village. They even had his aunt publish a notice in the newspaper. Everyone in Sanshui Village knew about it.

So over the years, he never expected the man to come back, let alone that he would be able to kowtow at his grandparents' graves.

"You must be Xiaole. I'm your Aunt Tian. You might not know this, but your father has had his reasons for not coming back all these years. He..."

"Shut up!"

Wei Xiaole interrupted the woman, glancing at her with disgust, and coldly said to the middle-aged man, "I'm sure you haven't forgotten how my mother died, have you? Get out of here with your mistress before I run out of patience!"

The woman's expression changed drastically. The young man not far behind her was stunned for a moment, then suddenly jumped up, pointed at Wei Xiaole, and cursed, "Who the hell are you calling a mistress? You and your mother are the mistress and the bastard!"

"Oh!"

Before the young man could finish speaking, his body suddenly flew up and crashed onto the concrete ground several meters away. He was dazed and confused, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted. He clutched his stomach and opened his mouth to scream, but his head lolled to the side and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

The incident happened in an instant. The middle-aged man and woman didn't even see how Wei Xiaole got there or how she made her move. They just stared blankly as their son's body flew far away, and then stared blankly at the leg that Wei Xiaole was slowly lowering.

"son."

The woman finally reacted, screaming as she rushed over, yelling, "Son, are you alright? Son, Lao Wei, are you dead? You just watched this bastard beat our son!"

The middle-aged man's face was very ugly. He opened his mouth as he looked at Wei Xiaole's cold eyes, but he couldn't say a word.

Then he just stood there like a log, not moving at all.

Seeing that the man didn't move, the woman turned to the gatekeeper with red eyes, pointed at Wei Xiaole, and asked shrilly, "He's one of your men, right? How can soldiers beat up civilians? Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

The two guards were surprised to find that the people who came were Wei Xiaole's biological father and stepmother. Judging from their words, this woman was a mistress who had taken over the position.

The two men turned their heads, one looking left and the other right, pretending not to hear the woman's words. "You...I'm going to sue you! I'm definitely going to sue you!"

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a loud, crisp slap rang out, silencing the woman abruptly, followed by a burning pain on her left cheek.

She covered her face and looked up in disbelief at the little girl in front of her who was holding a watermelon. The little girl looked to be just over ten years old, with short hair that reached her ears, delicate features, and was unbelievably beautiful.

"Sorry, my feet always have their own ideas, and I can't really control them. Ma'am, I hope I didn't hurt you."

Meng Qi smiled and looked down at the middle-aged woman, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "Go ahead and curse. Anyway, my feet are pretty hard. As long as you're thick-skinned enough, I won't mind giving you a few more kicks."

I wonder how she learned to slap someone's face with the sole of her foot.

Not only did they swell up the person's face, but they also left a clear shoe print.

The middle-aged woman glared at him angrily, "You..."

"Oh, just so you know, I'm twelve years old this year. You can sue me if you want."

The woman was furious, but before she could react, her son, whom she was holding and half-lying in her arms, was suddenly pulled away. She looked up in horror and saw a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old grabbing her son by the collar and easily lifting him up.

"If that's the case, I'm not even sixteen yet, grandson. Who did you just call a bastard? Say it again, let grandpa hear it."

Dongfang Shuo arrived before Meng Qi. He arrived at just the right time, just in time to hear this person cursing Wei Xiaole. He was only a step too late, otherwise he would definitely have been the one to make the move.

The young man's neck was being strangled, his face turning red from holding his breath. He grabbed Dongfang Shuo's wrists with both hands, but no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't budge them. It was like an iron claw welded to his neck.

Fear gradually crept into his eyes, and even his body trembled slightly.

Dongfang Shuo scoffed, feeling that this was getting boring.

He casually tossed the man to the ground, and with a thud, the young man passed out.

"Son"

The middle-aged woman's scream stopped abruptly when she saw the shoe sole rushing towards her with a whoosh. It was like a hen being strangled.

At the same time, Xiaoqi's sneakers stopped on her right cheek. Although the two did not end up in a violent conflict, they still had a close encounter, successfully leaving a shoe print that corresponded to the one on her left cheek.

The woman was filled with grief and indignation, but dared not utter a sound.

"Xiao Qi, Ashuo, let's go."

Wei Xiaole glanced at the family of three indifferently and told the two to get in the car.

The green Jeep started up, and as it passed the middle-aged man, the driver rolled down the window, looked at him coldly, and said, "Grandpa once said he'd rather die than see you again. If you know what's good for you, get lost!"

See you tomorrow!

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