Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Song Fei kicked the man away and, using the force of the kick, pounced on Song Xianglan, his knees trembling.

"Third Aunt, Third Aunt, wake up! You can't leave me here."

"My poor third aunt... ahhh..."

He reached out to touch Song Xianglan's face, his palm covered in blood.

Song Fei's mind went blank for a moment, and tears and snot streamed down his face onto Song Xianglan's face.

Song Xianglan was disgusted to death, but she couldn't even reach out to wipe it.

So he had no choice but to use the force to grab Song Fei's hand.

It wasn't very powerful, but it was very stable.

Song Fei was taken aback. He looked down and saw Song Xianglan slowly roll her eyes and close them again, indicating that Song Fei should wipe away the snot and tears on her face.

She at least has a cleanliness obsession.

Song Fei noticed that she was breathing rapidly, but hadn't stopped.

I instantly understood what my third aunt meant.

This is going to escalate, and those people must be taught a lesson.

He suddenly looked up, veins bulging on his neck, and his shout was like a cuckoo crying blood, terrifyingly shrill: "Murder! You beasts killed my poor third aunt... I'll make you pay with your lives!"

That shout.

This immediately infuriated Zhou Fang and Liu Yukun.

"Dry forest old wood."

Zhou Fang's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and the string of reason snapped.

His godmother was the one who pulled him out of the mire; she was his only elder in Qingyang.

I'll kill you all.

Liu Yukun usually looks honest, but he grabbed that half brick and charged into the crowd.

These three people.

They all fought with a death-defying style.

Zhou Fang and Liu Yukun grew up in the same brigade and got into many fights. Later, when Song Xiangdong came back to visit his family, he would teach them military boxing whenever he had free time.

That was a truly deadly move.

Zhou Fang and Liu Yukun worked together seamlessly; one of them swept his leg to trip the other, and the other immediately followed up with a fatal kick to the throat.

Song Fei was even more outstanding.

He filled in on the sidelines, and whenever someone tried to get up, he'd smash a brick into their forehead.

"Bang!"

Another one with a split head.

Blood and froth flew everywhere.

The arrogant Zhangjiazhuang man was now being beaten so badly that he was running away in terror, crying for his parents.

"Stop hitting him! Someone's going to die!"

A sharp whistle sounded in the distance.

"What are you doing? Stop it! Pull them apart!"

"If you don't stop, we'll open fire."

Several uniformed police officers, sweating profusely, squeezed into the crowd and, with great effort, managed to subdue the three bloodthirsty men.

"Let me go! I want revenge for my godmother!"

Zhou Fang was being held up by two police officers, still struggling desperately. His sunglasses had flown off somewhere, and his eyes were bloodshot. "Officer, I'm innocent! My brother is in the army protecting our country. He asked me to take care of my godmother, and these thugs are killing military dependents in the street!"

That shout from him.

They stunned everyone around them who had initially wanted to criticize them for fighting too fiercely.

Zhou Fang yelled at the top of her lungs:

"Look, that's my godmother's corpse lying on the ground."

She was the mother of a soldier. These people robbed and killed people in broad daylight. They were not ordinary people; they were clearly bandits colluding with foreign criminal gangs.

They specifically target military families; they have ulterior motives, and we must not let them get away with it.

This hat is too big and too heavy.

The lead police officer's expression changed instantly.

When military dependents are involved, the nature of the situation changes.

Although Liu Yukun was slow-witted, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and shouted along:

"Yes, they are bandits! That woman was trafficked; they want to take her back to use as a breeding machine."

The onlookers had also figured it out.

They all pointed to the evidence.

"Officer, those young men weren't lying. The old man just said it himself, he bought his wife with money."

"Yes, yes, yes, and all that talk about matchmakers and dowries is just human trafficking."

"I've heard of Zhangjiazhuang. It's a very remote place. I heard that half of the wives in the village were bought with money."

Upon hearing this, the police officer's eyes immediately turned cold.

He turned to look at Old Zhang and his group who were squatting on the ground.

The leader, Erzhu, a dark-faced man, had been hit on the head by Song Fei with a brick. Blood streamed down his face, making his dark face look even more ferocious.

He covered his head, his neck stiff, and shouted:

"Bullshit, who's the bandit? In our village, only a few dozen wives were bought... or married."

We paid the money, so they're our people.

It's only natural for a man to pay for a wife and children. This is a family matter, and it's none of your business.

That idiot.

He confessed without being asked.

"Take everyone back." The police officer waved his hand.

Erzhu sensed something was wrong and winked at a skinny guy behind him who looked like a monkey.

"San Gou, run back and report this! Send someone here!"

The short guy called San Gou turned around and was about to disappear into the crowd.

Where are you going?

Huang Ronghua and Song Dong arrived just then.

Song Dong rushed forward, grabbed San Gou by the back of his collar, and slammed him to the ground.

"Trying to run back and call for backup? No way!" Song Dong held San Gou down tightly.

"Ouch, someone's hitting me!"

Seeing that things were going badly, Old Zhang sat down on the ground and slapped his thigh, "This is outrageous! They're stealing my wife and then hitting me! I can't live like this anymore! Outsiders are bullying us locals!"

Under normal circumstances, the police would also favor the locals.

However, because of a military family member, they didn't dare to show too much favoritism for a while.

Huang Ronghua then stepped forward, pointed at Old Man Zhang, and said loudly:

"Listen up, everyone! These people want to go back and call reinforcements to block the village entrance. We are all staunch supporters of socialism; can we just stand by and watch these feudal remnants commit evil?"

His words were piercing to the heart.

"If you let him go, they will become even more arrogant and unscrupulous in trafficking women."

Today it's our people being abducted, tomorrow it might be your daughters or sisters. And if these heartless bastards do too many despicable things, they'll abduct your grandchildren in the future.

That's very inflammatory.

The men around who hadn't dared to move before were now aroused and their blood boiled.

"Damn it, we can't let those bastards get away!"

"Kill these human traffickers."

It's unclear who started it, but countless fists and feet shot out from the crowd, striking Old Zhang and the other men while the police weren't looking.

"Ouch! Who slapped me in the face?"

"Who kicked my crotch?"

Old Zhang was beaten black and blue, but he was still crying and wailing.

"I'm innocent! There are so many women in the village who were bought as wives, why am I the only one being arrested?"

"I spent my life savings on a barren hen, raised it for years without a single egg, and now they want to take it away? Is there no justice in this world?"

These words were spoken.

The old lady, who had initially felt some sympathy, couldn't stand it anymore and spat in his face.

"Pah! You old geezer, you've done so many despicable things, your face looks like a thousand-year-old dried corpse come back to life, and you still want to have children?"

"Why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror?"

"He has a prostate problem; his urination is like constipation—he can't urinate at all!"

"Even if you let a stray dog ​​on the street pee in your reflection, it'll think you're dirty."

"If a rat is starving and takes a bite of you, it would be too immoral to spit it all out."

This scolding was even harsher than the beating just now.

Those men from Zhangjiazhuang were now truly regretting their actions.

If I had known this was a tough nut to crack, I would never have gotten involved.

……

Apart from Song Fei and Song Dong, everyone else went to the hospital.

Before leaving, Zhou Fang grabbed Song Dong. "Hurry back to the dilapidated temple. The sales can't stop. If your godmother wakes up and finds out we didn't make any money, she'll faint from anger. Come to the hospital as soon as you've sold everything by noon."

Song Dong was anxious, but he also knew that Zhou Fang was right.

With Zhou Fang around, I feel at ease.

……

Emergency Department of County Hospital.

It smells strongly of disinfectant.

The two men from Zhangjiazhuang, whose skulls had been split open, lay on stretchers, groaning and moaning.

He cried out for the doctor to save his life.

The male doctor who received them adjusted his glasses, and upon hearing they were human traffickers, his brows furrowed deeply. He gave the two men a disgusted look: "What are you yelling about? You're not going to die. Go wait in the corridor over there for your stitches!"

Turning to face Song Xianglan and Erhua's stroller,

His tone immediately changed: "Quickly, push these two inside. Make sure to check them thoroughly."

The nurses worked quickly, leaving the men standing to the side.

Inside the treatment room.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut.

Song Xianglan was in real pain at that moment.

Just now, I was under the influence of adrenaline, but now that the rush has passed, I feel like all my bones are falling apart.

My back, in particular, felt like it was on fire.

She kept quiet and pretended to faint with her eyes closed.

The girl in the next bed is Erhua.

Several nurses were cleaning Erhua's body, and tears were streaming down their faces as they did so.

"That's too cruel..."

A nurse's voice trembled with tears, "Doctor, look, my stomach is covered in cigarette burn scars, old ones layered on top of new ones, not a single piece of good flesh."

The doctor also gasped in shock:

"These aren't just burns. Look at the whip marks on his back; some are even festering, and he was still being whipped. And his genitals..."

The doctor didn't continue.

Only heavy sighs and the sound of instruments clattering against plates remained.

Song Xianglan felt as if her heart was being cut piece by piece with a knife.

She heard the sound of scissors cutting through clothes, and she heard Erhua convulsing unconsciously even in her unconscious state.

"You beast..." the doctor muttered under his breath. "Severe gynecological inflammation and lacerations. How old is this woman, suffering like this?"

"She... seems to be pregnant," the doctor exclaimed suddenly during the examination.

Song Xianglan suddenly opened her eyes.

He dropped the pretense and stared intently at the nurse: "What did you say?"

The doctor was startled.

Hurry up and hold her down.

"Auntie, don't move, you're injured too."

"I asked you what she said?" Song Xianglan's voice trembled, tears streaming down her face. "Who's pregnant? Erhua is carrying that beast's child?"

The doctor sighed, nodded, and his eyes were full of pity:

"Auntie, you need to be prepared. It's been three months. But this baby... given the mother's condition, whether it can be saved is another matter..."

Song Xianglan's mind went blank.

Three months.

That's when she conceived in that hellish place.

That old man Zhang, that beast who treated Erhua like livestock.

Song Xianglan turned her head and looked at Erhua, who was lying on the hospital bed next to her like a rag doll.

Half of his straw-like hair had been shaved off to make it easier to treat the wound, and his exposed scalp was covered in bruises.

At that moment, Song Xianglan felt an overwhelming hatred in her heart.

She gritted her teeth: "I can't keep this child."