Chapter 863: Chapter 642: The Shot—I’ve Avenged Him
It’s different.
Bai Sidong, in his forties, had seen too many such examples.
How many have become murderers for the sake of revenge? How many thought revenge would bring relief, yet couldn’t sleep peacefully for half of their lives?
In fact, this is a very contradictory proposition.
Why is it that after killing one’s enemy, one still cannot sleep well and has difficulty finding peace?
Clearly, revenge is supposed to be the most gratifying thing!
The person before me killed my loved one, then I kill him, isn’t that a matter of course?
But in reality, it’s not like this at all...
Most people in this world respect life, and precisely because they respect life, they feel indignant when someone else takes a life!
And when they themselves take another’s life...
Even if it seemed to be the right thing to do, that feeling, that mindset, is torturous.
That’s why there are laws.
That’s why, after humans entered civilized society, private revenge was forbidden.
Xiao Meng...
Don’t shoot, your uncle has a way, your uncle has seen countless scenes like this, your uncle can handle this well.
Wu Rong will be arrested...
Bai Sidong wanted to convey what he wanted to say to Su Xiaomeng through his gaze, but Su Xiaomeng’s eyes never fell on him, only fixed intently on Wu Rong’s back.
From the back of Wu Rong’s head, to his scapula, spine, waist...
The gaze seemed to be searching for a shooting point... like pondering where to start.
No one dared to act rashly. At this moment, if Su Xiaomeng’s position was exposed, no one dared to imagine what would happen next...
Maybe Wu Rong had nowhere to escape, but there was a fear his knife could plunge deeply into Lu Ping’s neck.
Bai Sidong really couldn’t even breathe for a moment.
He hastily spoke to Wu Rong,
"If you stop now, the police will consider your attitude, Wu Rong. Letting things reach this life-and-death stage, isn’t necessary, is it?"
"Director Bai, you speak so easily from a standstill."
Wu Rong sneered,
"I still haven’t figured out with whom you colluded behind the scenes and what deals you made."
"I have to say, Bai Sidong, your methods indeed make me look at you in a new light."
"Wu Rong, do you truly feel no remorse?"
Bai Sidong was a bit anxious, looking at Wu Rong, feeling that Su Xiaomeng’s patience was being drained away bit by bit.
"Remorse for what?"
Wu Rong sneered, as if finding Bai Sidong’s words laughable.
"For those people you killed! Just for your own interests, those people you killed! You feel no remorse for them at all?!"
"Who are you referring to?"
Wu Rong laughed again, "This Wu Yao who supposedly died fifteen years ago and now rises from the grave?"
"He hid his name for fifteen years precisely for today. Why should I feel remorse?"
"Oh, also that Yin Shixiu, I guess you already knew it was me who killed him, didn’t you, Bai Sidong?"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Bai Sidong’s heart trembled, suddenly realizing that his anxiety had indeed shifted the direction of the negotiation towards a less favorable one.
This unfavorable aspect was particularly detrimental to Su Xiaomeng...
"Speaking of Yin Shixiu, I must admit, of all the people I’ve known in my life, he is indeed one of the few whom I genuinely admired."
"Unfortunately, his mind is too meticulous. If he hadn’t unintentionally stepped on my landmine, pushing me into an overly-dangerous position, I wouldn’t have ruthlessly killed him and blown him to bits, haha!"
Wu Rong laughed heartily.
"Wu Rong, enough!"
Bai Sidong was truly flustered.
Wu Rong found Bai Sidong’s words rather amusing,
"Enough? Isn’t it your intention to make me confess all my deeds?"
Perhaps every criminal, at such a point in time, will feel an urge to go against.
The more you tell me not to speak, the more I want to express it, the more I feel compelled to say it.
Wu Rong slightly curled his lips,
"If I were to die here today, reflecting on my life, I think the most remarkable thing I’ve done is to have ensnared such a shrewd man as Yin Shixiu."
"To be honest, when Yin Shixiu died, I really felt a mix of emotions in my heart, a bit sad, since there are so few people in this world as smart as Yin Shixiu."
"It’s a bit of a pity, merely the name Yin Shixiu was enough to support my identity and status, and there’s also...
Wu Rong furrowed his brows, laughing,
"...also a sense of accomplishment. Perhaps this is a man’s inherent trait, even wanting his own brother to be weaker than himself, hoping the other would bow at his feet."
"Wu Yao was like that, Yin Shixiu was like that, as am I..."
"The victor becomes the king, the loser becomes the outlaw. What’s there to talk about remorse?" Isn’t everyone using all their wit to compete and survive in this world?"
"Can Yin Shixiu really claim that he’s never done anything to wrong others for his interests in this lifetime?"
"And Wu Yao hadn’t he, too, spent fifteen years as a recluse to reclaim his name and social identity, letting his wife become a widow and his son fatherless?"
"And you, Bai Sidong..."
Wu Rong’s eyes narrowed dangerously, the depth in his eyes made one uncomfortable, he murmured,
"If you weren’t Bai Fengmao’s son, do you think you could’ve climbed to your current position—"
"No!"
"Bang!"
"Uh!"
"Clang!"
"Ah!"
As Su Xiaomeng pulled the trigger, Bai Sidong shouted out loud, the gunshot rang out...
Initially, it was Wu Yao who was going to fetch a weapon for Wu Rong, but at the sound of the gunshot, he rushed back in, striding over the sofa with two big steps, kicking the shot Wu Rong aside, and pulling Lu Ping to his side!
Everything happened too fast.
Following Wu Yao, the aide who had been waiting for the right moment outside the door, rushed in upon hearing the gunshot, subduing Wu Rong in a few swift moves!
Wu Rong collapsed to the ground, blood spreading beneath him, soaking into the pale yellow carpet of the hall.
The police pinned Wu Rong to the floor, and as he tried to look back, they pressed him down firmly.
Who...
Bai Sidong stepped forward, snatching the gun from Su Xiaomeng’s hands,
"You..."
Su Xiaomeng’s gaze was heavy, showing no signs of panic or unease after firing, her pupils were dark, as enigmatic as a black hole deep in hell.
Handing the gun to Bai Sidong,
"Uncle, I won’t kill him. Becoming a murderer for him isn’t worth it."
"..."
It was... Su Xiaomeng...
Wu Rong only felt a chill down his spine.
It was Su Xiaomeng?! No... no, of course, it was Su Xiaomeng...
The wound on his shoulder burned fiercely.
Su Xiaomeng stepped over Wu Rong, moving to his front, slowly squatting down, looking at him with an indifferent expression.
As the police handcuffed his hands behind him, Su Xiaomeng casually picked up the ashtray from the side table, pressing and grinding hard on the gunshot wound in his left shoulder.
"Ah..."
Wu Rong gritted his teeth against the pain, his face covered in a sheen of sweat.
"The victor becomes the king, the loser becomes the outlaw, I’ve avenged the shot you fired at my husband."
Wu Rong looked up at Su Xiaomeng...
Although drenched in sweat from the pain, when he saw Su Xiaomeng’s demeanor, he still managed to tug his lips slightly,
"You should’ve killed me, wouldn’t that have been more satisfying? Su Xiaomeng, didn’t I kill your husband? And with just one shot, you’re satisfied?"
