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"Ah—! My legs! My legs!"

Wang Hao lay on the cold asphalt road, letting out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The excruciating pain of having both legs crushed was far beyond the limits of what a human can endure.

His body, like a fish out of water, convulsed and writhed wildly on the ground.

Sweat, tears, and snot, mixed with blood from the corner of his mouth, smeared his once handsome face, making him look extremely disheveled and miserable.

His proud family background and his cherished dignity were shattered in that instant by those two crisp "crack" sounds.

Su Qinghuan stared blankly at the scene, feeling as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She had seen car crash scenes and reported on disasters, but she had never seen violence so direct, so pure, so cold-blooded.

This was neither an accident nor out of control.

This is an extremely calm, methodical, and utterly destructive act against a person.

The one who gave the order was just an eight-year-old child standing not far away, with an indifferent expression, and a casual glance.

Su Qinghuan's gaze, uncontrollably, fell on Wu You once again.

He remained as calm as ever.

It was as if the bloody scene before him, which would give an ordinary person a lifetime of nightmares, was nothing more than an ordinary sight in his eyes.

His face remained completely expressionless, and not even a ripple could be seen in his dark eyes.

There was neither pity nor reluctance.

Yes, but only a pure indifference.

Su Qinghuan suddenly remembered what Wu You had said to her on the high-speed train.

"Respect may fade with time, but fear can be etched into our bones and passed down from generation to generation."

"I want to teach people outside the world what the word 'fear' truly means."

Only at this moment did Su Qinghuan truly and deeply understand the meaning of those words.

Wu You asked her to record things, not just to showcase the wealth and heritage of Wujia Village.

What he really wanted to show was the...rules of Wujia Village.

A set of ironclad rules that cannot be challenged or violated.

Anyone who dares to challenge these rules, regardless of their status or background, will meet the same fate.

That is, to be mercilessly crushed.

This is what Wu You wanted to convey: "fear".

Old Wang and Little Li behind Su Qinghuan were completely dumbfounded.

Xiao Li's face was as white as a sheet of paper. His stomach churned violently, and he covered his mouth, barely managing to hold it in.

Old Wang silently closed the camera that he had originally intended to turn on.

Thank goodness he didn't turn on the camera just now; this scene absolutely cannot be recorded.

What if it had been broadcasting live?

This is no longer what "The Flavor of the New Year on the Road" means.

This is a live documentary version of "The Godfather"!

Just then, Wang Hao, who had been lying on the ground screaming in agony, seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his voice gradually became hoarse.

The intense pain and boundless humiliation drove him into a state of near-madness.

He stopped wailing and instead let out a series of low, eerie laughs.

"Hehe...hehehe..."

He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Wu You with a venomous and resentful gaze.

"Good...very good..."

He said through gritted teeth, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You guys have guts...you really have guts..."

"Do you think that breaking my leg is the end of it?"

"I'm telling you, this... is just the beginning!"

A crazed and ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"I need to make a phone call! I need to call my dad!"

He screamed hysterically, "I want him to know that his son had his legs broken here!"

"I'll make him mobilize everyone! All the resources! To wipe this damn village off the map completely!"

"I will make you all pay with your lives!!"

He was shouting wildly while groping on the ground, trying to find the phone that had just been thrown away.

His frenzied appearance was just like that of a gambler who had lost all his chips and was about to flip the table.

Su Qinghuan's heart jumped again.

She knew that Wang Hao wasn't exaggerating.

Given the Wang family's power, they might actually do something crazy.

At that point, things will completely escalate into a life-or-death war between two behemoths.

However, Wu You's reaction to Wang Hao's final act of madness once again surprised everyone.

He simply watched Wang Hao groping on the ground, then gave a brief instruction to the security captain.

Give him the phone.

The security captain paused for a moment, seemingly puzzled.

In his view, the simplest way to deal with such a fool who doesn't know his own mortality is to simply make him disappear from this world.

Should we let him make the call?

Isn't this just asking for trouble?

But he dared not disobey the young master's orders in the slightest.

He walked over to Wang Hao and took the latest iPhone from the pocket of Wang Hao's designer casual wear, which had fallen to the side.

Then, it was thrown onto Wang Hao's chest.

"beat."

Wu You looked at Wang Hao and said calmly.

"I'll let you hit me."

Call your dad and tell him you're here.

"Let him come."

Wu You's tone was so calm, as if he were inviting a friend to his home.

But those words contained an absolute confidence and domineering attitude that looked down on the world and regarded all enemies as nothing!

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