Chapter 1508: Chapter 1508: Finale Part 56
Inside the hospital room, a person barged in, full of cold hostility and murderous intent—Ling Xiu.
Ye Lu’s face changed, and she quickly blocked Third Young Master Jun, staring nervously at Ling Xiu.
They were too happy and had forgotten that after the godfather, there were still unresolved matters with Ling’s Family. Ye Lu knew well how much Ling Xiu hated the person who killed his grandfather. Now, with this situation, especially when Third Young Master Jun was bedridden, unable to fight back, it made her terribly anxious.
Her face darkened; she had hardly managed to keep Third Young Master Jun alive, and she wouldn’t allow Ling Xiu to hurt him again.
Ling Xiu saw her blocking his way and couldn’t help but frown, impatiently barking, "Move aside, this has nothing to do with you. Stop me and don’t blame me for being rude."
"Ling Xiu, if you want to harm him, you’ll have to step over my dead body." Ye Lu’s face didn’t change. She wasn’t bluffing; she meant it. If Ling Xiu dared to make a move, she would absolutely fight desperately.
Ling Xiu became even angrier, but the hatred for his grandfather’s death was his deepest pain. No matter what, he couldn’t let the person who killed his grandfather escape punishment.
His brother was inactive, so he decided to take action himself, having secretly been investigating recently.
After much difficulty, he had discovered Third Young Master Jun’s whereabouts.
This time, he would not let him go.
"Third Young Master Jun, dare to do but don’t dare to admit, huh? A true man honors his word. Didn’t you tell my brother that you would surrender your life to us, to be handled at our disposal? Now, are you trying to hide like a coward?" Ling Xiu sneered mockingly at Third Young Master Jun on the hospital bed.
Third Young Master Jun, his sickly face pale, yet showed no sign of panic, only calmness and openness in his long, deep eyes.
"I, Third Young Master Jun, keep my word, naturally there’s nothing I’m afraid to admit! However, you should also be rational. The true mastermind behind your grandfather’s murder is Sudian, not the people he sent, as his subordinates were only carrying out orders, unable to disobey. If someone is shot dead, the fault lies with the gun, or is it with the person holding the gun? You should know this well."
"I don’t need you to lecture me. Su Feiman, I will naturally send him to hell, but you won’t escape either. Don’t think using such excuses allows you to shirk responsibility. My grandfather was honest and upright, serving the country and the people, having no enmity with you, yet you killed such an elderly man. Do you have the right to boast such words?" Ling Xiu’s furious face was filled with deep hatred and grief.
Months of struggle for revenge and regret for the pain caused to his grandfather pressed heavily on him, leaving him without an outlet.
He understood the facts, knowing the most important mastermind was Su Feiman, yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t accept the person who personally killed his grandfather.
These two people, he wanted both dead.
"Ling Xiu—" Ling Yan rushed in, seeing Ling Xiu’s intense fury, quickly grabbed him, "Don’t be impulsive."
Ling Xiu saw him arrive and immediately calmed his face: "Brother, no matter what you think, don’t try to stop me this time. He himself said he would surrender his life to us, so I’m just here to claim the inevitable outcome he ought to have."
Ling Yan turned his head to look at Third Young Master Jun, his emotions complicated.
He used to hate this person as well, after all, he had killed his only maternal grandfather. That loss of a loved one was intensely painful, impossible to let go.
But later, especially after partnering with Third Young Master Jun against the godfather, he grew to understand this man more and more. Even if he didn’t express it verbally, he felt a sense of admiration—someone who was willing to sacrifice himself to destroy a major drug lord, to protect his family, doing everything he could, enduring the greatest pain and misunderstanding, even at the cost of his life.
