Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Song Chao's gaze fell on Niu Niu's tear-reddened face, and his eyes flickered.

He recalled the way Ming Shao stood in the office, mockingly saying, "Niu Niu is my daughter."

He recalled the matter-of-fact tone in Yuan Qiao's voice when he reported his whereabouts to Zhang Jinshan.

Thinking back on the past three years, I realize I've acted like a fool, giving all my love to someone else's daughter.

He stretched out his hand.

A blood needle slowly gathered at his fingertip, gleaming with a cold light.

Yuan Qiao was terrified and hid Niu Niu behind her, shielding herself in front of her.

"Don't kill her! Kill me instead! I beg you!"

Song Chao suddenly laughed when he saw her protective manner.

That smile was devoid of any warmth, as cold as ice.

"rest assured."

"I won't kill her."

"She is innocent."

Yuan Qiao was stunned for a moment, then her face lit up with the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.

"Thank you... thank you Song Chao... I knew you were soft-hearted... I will definitely teach Niu Niu well from now on, so that she will always remember your kindness..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw the blood needle from Song Chao's fingertip shoot towards her.

It was as fast as lightning.

Yuan Qiao didn't even have time to react.

The needle pierced her heart with pinpoint accuracy.

Her eyes widened suddenly, her mouth opened, and she tried to say something but couldn't make a sound.

She looked down at the bloody hole in her chest, then looked up at Song Chao, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She thought he would spare her for Niu Niu's sake.

She thought he still had feelings for her.

She thought...

All thoughts froze at this moment.

Yuan Qiao's body went limp and fell to the floor with a thud.

Blood gushed from the wound on her chest, staining her beige sweater red.

That sweater was a New Year's gift that Song Chao bought for her last winter.

He had saved up his allowance for two months and spent a long time in the mall before finally choosing the softest style.

Now, the sweater is stained with her blood.

Niu Niu stopped crying in fright, stared at her mother on the ground with her big eyes, and then looked up at Song Chao, her little face full of confusion.

"Mommy...sleep..."

She reached out her little hand and nudged Yuan Qiao's arm, calling out in a childish voice.

Yuan Qiao did not respond.

Looking at her bewildered little face, Song Chao felt as if something was stuck in his heart, and he couldn't describe the feeling.

He squatted down, took out the orange-flavored milk candy he had been saving from his pocket, and placed it in Niu Niu's little hand.

This is what Niu Niu gave him last time, saying, "Daddy eats candy, it's sweet."

He kept it in his pocket the whole time, unable to bear eating it.

"You must behave well from now on."

Song Chao's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of startling her.

After saying that, he stood up, turned around, and walked towards the door.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard police sirens coming from downstairs.

Zhou Zhengqing's reinforcements have finally arrived.

Song Chao stood at the door, glanced back at Niu Niu sitting on the ground clutching a milk candy, then at Yuan Qiao's corpse, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

This score has been settled.

He stepped out of the room and disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Downstairs, Zhou Zhengqing led a large group of people up, just passing by him.

No one noticed the ordinary-looking man in the black coat.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the bloody scene in the fifth-floor room.

Zhou Zhengqing rushed into the room and trembled with rage when he saw Yuan Qiao's body and the bodies of his six teammates on the ground.

He was late.

We're still too late.

Yuan Qiao is dead.

Six members of the Sharp Blade team also died.

In front of him, the Song Dynasty killed seven more people.

Zhou Zhengqing slammed his fist against the wall, his knuckles bleeding profusely.

"Chase them! Chase them! Even if we have to turn Zhaoming City upside down, we must bring Song Chao back to me!"

The team members immediately scattered and chased after the enemy in various directions.

Zhou Zhengqing stood in the room, looking at the little girl on the sofa who was clutching a milk candy and looked blank, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He walked over to Niu Niu, squatted down, and tried to make his tone sound gentle.

"Little friend, what's your name?"

Niu Niu looked at him, her little face full of fear, clutching the milk candy tightly in her hand, without saying a word.

Zhou Zhengqing sighed, stood up, and looked out the window.

The Song Dynasty is long gone.

But he knew this wasn't over yet.

Three more enemies were waiting for Song Chao in the safe house.

Purchasing manager Wang Tao is dead, Lao Zhou is dead, Yuan Qiao is dead.

The remaining judge, Zhao Dehai, along with the three thugs Chen Hu, Zhao Gang, and Wang Qiang who attacked Song Chao back then, are now definitely Song Chao's next targets.

"Immediately contact the team protecting Zhao Dehai and those three thugs, and tell them to hold the target at all costs," Zhou Zhengqing shouted into the walkie-talkie.

"We absolutely cannot let the Song Dynasty succeed again!"

"receive!"

A response came from the walkie-talkie.

Zhou Zhengqing looked out the window at the gradually brightening sky, his eyes filled with solemnity.

He didn't know where the Song Dynasty would go next.

But he knew that this game of hunting and chasing had only just begun.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Song Chao stood atop an abandoned, unfinished building, gazing into the distance toward the old family compound, the blood droplets on his fingertips slowly dissipating.

The wind, carrying the chilly morning air, blew over and ruffled the hem of his coat.

He looked down at his palm.

These hands have carried cement, steel bars, braided their daughter's hair, and wrapped scarves around their wife's neck.

These hands are now stained with blood.

He killed thirty-seven security guards, Tang Ming and Zhang Jinshan, Lao Zhou, and Yuan Qiao.

He became a madman, a monster, and a murderous demon in everyone's eyes.

But he doesn't regret it.

He has collected back every single debt owed to him.

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The morning in Zhaoming City was in complete chaos.

As soon as the gunfire at the old residential compound ceased, related posts on the internet began to spread like wildfire.

The hashtag #ZhaomingCityGunfight# surged to the top of the local trending topics within half an hour, with all the videos being blurry footage taken by passersby.

Someone standing on a high floor took a picture of the densely packed police cars below the old family compound, and the cannons of the armored vehicles gleamed coldly in the morning light.

The caption reads: "The road downstairs is blocked! There are at least dozens of police cars! And military personnel too! I just heard gunshots for several minutes! Does anyone know what happened?"

The comments below are all panicked speculations.

"I own a shop nearby! I just heard someone shouting 'There's a monster!' Is it true?"

"What monster? My brother works in the security team. I just messaged him and he said the whole team is on emergency standby and I shouldn't go out today, but he didn't say why."

"I passed by the Municipal Public Security Bureau early yesterday morning and saw that the lights were on all night. There were many cars parked at the entrance, and many people were carrying out stretchers covered with white sheets. I couldn't count how many corpses there were."

"Holy crap! Look at this video! My friend works at the Cloud Tower, and this is a video he just filmed—all the glass on the top floor is shattered! There's blood everywhere!"

A blurry video of about ten seconds was shared tens of thousands of times. The camera was shaking violently, and you could see that the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the Cloud Tower were shattered. The wind was blowing shredded documents all over the place. There were three layers of police tape downstairs, and people in protective suits were going in and out.

The more outrageous the rumors spread, the more rampant they became.

Some say that terrorists attacked with guns and killed dozens of people.

Some say that an unknown virus has emerged, and those infected will go out of control and kill people.

Some people said they saw someone controlling objects out of thin air, which was a riot by superpowered individuals.

The official deletion speed can't keep up with the posting speed. Keywords are blocked batch after batch, but countless people are still discussing what happened in the early hours of the morning using homophones and coded language.

Panic spread like a plague throughout the city.

The once bustling breakfast stalls closed early.

When the school suddenly announced a class suspension, parents rushed to the school like mad to pick up their children.

There were far fewer pedestrians on the street, and the few who were there were walking quickly with their heads down, not daring to linger.

The WeChat groups for residents in various communities are filled with messages reminding everyone not to go out, and people are feeling anxious.