Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

In the dull corridor, Zhang Yujie sat on the chair with a blank expression. The wounds on the upper and lower parts of his body were still bleeding, but he didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, only his fists were clenched tightly.Because Ni Sihui's screams could be heard next to his ears, he never knew that a woman's childbirth was actually in such pain.Presumably, what is the meat on his body that was bitten off by the tiger?

He would rather be bitten by a tiger a hundred times, three hundred times, five hundred times, rather than Ni Sihui suffering any more.

He would rather not have this child.Zhang Yujie bit his lip, recalling the hasty decision when he had a child, and never thought about whether he would be able to raise the child.Their lives are still in a mess, what can they do to ensure the happiness of their children?

Zhang Yujie thought a lot, and Ni Sihui's screams gradually turned into hatred for the child.If not for this child, where did today's trouble come from?

So, if there is no child, there will be no child. As long as Ni Sihui can be safe and happy, he is willing to sacrifice everything. [

Just as he was thinking, the sound of another person's heavy footsteps suddenly came from the corridor.There was nothing strange about the footsteps, but for some reason, Zhang Yujie heard great sadness from the footsteps, and even he himself felt a faint heartache.He raised his head and saw Zhou Ming walking towards him holding an old man covered in blood.

Zhang Yujie's legs trembled, his hands trembled, and every part of his body trembled.

"Master is dead." Zhou Ming said, "He had 78 stab wounds on his body, but the deadliest one was on his chest."

Zhang Yujie felt that the world was about to collapse.Ni Sihui was still in an extremely dangerous situation, and Zhou Ming's way made everything worse.

"Who, who did it?" Zhang Yujie's eyes turned red, and his heavy panting seemed to be covering up the anger that was about to explode.

"I didn't see the murder process, but who the murderer is, do I still need to guess?" Zhou Ming leaned Qing Yunzi's body against the corner, picked up another gourd, and threw it to Zhang Yujie: "This is the murderer that Master asked me to do before he died." Leave it to you."

Zhang Yujie reached out to catch it, opened the lid, and a scent of wine wafted out.Zhang Yujie, who was in extreme grief, had no time to think about why Master did this. He just put it away carefully, and walked tremblingly to Master's body.He knelt down and carefully examined the wounds, including the dagger stuck in his chest.