Tang Zhongcheng was willing to offer his life for theirs, to repay the debt they owed.
Such righteousness, what good could it do?
What could he change?
Tang Xiaomin could no longer return to her former innocence and kindness.
In her eyes, there was not the slightest hesitation.
"This is what you owe me."
With a swift movement of her hand, she swung the blade without hesitation towards Tang Zhongcheng.
"No!"
Tang Ye's guttural scream echoed across the square, a scene akin to a living hell.
...
The air suddenly became still.
The pain Tang Zhongcheng had anticipated did not come.
Something warm fell on his face.
Tang Zhongcheng suddenly opened his eyes, his expression filled with shock and disbelief.
"Tang Yu!"
!!!
An unbelievable scene unfolded.
The blade in Tang Xiaomin's hand did not strike Tang Zhongcheng.
Tang Yu used his own body to shield Tang Zhongcheng, taking the blow.
The blade pierced through Tang Yu's body.
Clearly, Tang Xiaomin had shown no mercy to Tang Yu.
Their eyes met, Tang Yu's filled with helplessness.
"What happened today, I caused it."
"I'll repay you with my life, please spare them."
It was not a negotiation, but a plea.
"Heh."
Tang Xiaomin let out a cold laugh. "You have no right to bargain with me."
With that, Tang Xiaomin pulled out the blade and shoved Tang Yu aside with one hand.
"Tang Yu!"
Tang Zhongcheng, in agony, held the severely wounded Tang Yu.
He fumbled to press against Tang Yu's wound.
Tang Zhongcheng wept, tears of utter despair.
"Tang Yu, why did you run over here!"
"Ah..."
Tang Zhongcheng let out a heart-wrenching wail.
However, Tang Xiaomin's gaze once again fell upon Tang Zhongcheng.
She took a step, slowly walking towards him.
Blood dripped from the blade, drop by drop.
As if weeping for those about to be slaughtered.
At this moment, Tang Zhongcheng and the others were clearly defenseless.
Like meat on a chopping block, at Tang Xiaomin's mercy.
Tang Xiaomin's leg was once again grabbed.
It was Tang Ye, always reckless and timid.
Tang Ye had never witnessed such a bloody scene in his life, never felt such fear.
Yet, he mustered his courage and grabbed Tang Xiaomin's leg.
"Please, don't kill anyone."
"I beg you, I'll do anything, just stop killing."
Compared to anyone else in the Tang family, Tang Ye was the least intelligent and the most cowardly.
For him not to run away now, and instead to show such bravery, earned him a flicker of respect.
Tang Xiaomin looked coldly at Tang Ye, who was desperately begging her.
How ironic was this scene.
All of them could act selflessly for family.
"When you sent me to the operating table, none of you, all six of you, ever stood up to say a word for me?"
"Now that you're about to die, you put on this display of brotherly love in front of me."
"The more you act like this, the more uncomfortable I feel."
Hearing this, Tang Ye frantically kowtowed to Tang Xiaomin again.
"I beg you, spare us, please, please..."
Beyond pleas, Tang Ye could utter no other words.
"Tang Ye, either stab yourself twice, or randomly kill one of your family members, and I will spare your life," Tang Xiaomin said.
Then, she threw the blade, stained with Tang Yu's blood, in front of Tang Ye.
Tang Ye flinched in terror, stumbling back two steps.
Tang Ye was the most timid of the Tang family.
Seeing his trembling state, Tang Xiaomin barked at him again.
"What are you waiting for? If you want to live, pick up the knife!"
Tang Ye continued to tremble.
Seeing this, Tang Xiaomin picked up a gun from the ground and aimed it at Tang Ye.
"Tang Ye, what are you still hesitating about? If you want to live, do as I say quickly!"
Tang Ye, trembling, fearfully refused.
"This... this won't do."
"I can't do this. I can't."
He lacked the courage to either harm his family or himself.
Bang!
Tang Xiaomin fired without hesitation, hitting Tang Ye.
"Ah!"
Tang Ye collapsed to the ground.
"Tang Ye!"
This time, Tang Zhongcheng stumbled from Tang Yu's side to Tang Ye.
"Tang Ye, Tang Ye, how are you, Tang Ye!"
"Ah... Tang Ye..."
Watching his sons, one after another, grievously wounded before his eyes.
Tang Zhongcheng completely broke down.
Tang Ye had never been so severely injured in his life.
The searing pain in his chest caused his consciousness to blur.
"Dad, I'm in so much pain, Dad..."
"Am I going to die?"
"Tang Ye..."
Tang Zhongcheng held Tang Ye, sobbing uncontrollably.
Because he had invited trouble into their home, he had caused this irreversible tragedy for Tang Xiaomin.
Now, retribution had arrived, harming his wife and children.
Watching them fall one by one.
The anguish in Tang Zhongcheng's heart was more painful than his own death.
"Tang Ye..."
Tang Ye fainted.
On the other side, Tang Yu, gritting his teeth, managed to get up again.
One had to admit, Tang Yu was a man of mettle.
Disfigured in a car accident, then stabbed, yet he could still rise.
Tang Yu, staggering, picked up the knife Tang Xiaomin had thrown on the ground.
Just as everyone thought Tang Yu was going to fight Tang Xiaomin.
A shocking scene occurred.
Tang Yu, without hesitation, violently stabbed himself in the leg. The blade pierced through one of his legs.
Tang Yu consequently knelt on the ground.
"Spare Mom and Dad, my life is yours."
Tang Yu's face had turned pale from blood loss.
He looked at Tang Xiaomin with pleading eyes.
Then, without hesitation, he pulled out the knife embedded in his leg.
Tang Yu knew that without extinguishing Tang Xiaomin's hatred, none of his family would survive.
A pool of blood stained the ground where he knelt.
This scene was tragic, heroic.
Tang Xiaomin remained silent.
Then, Tang Yu plunged the knife into his other leg once more, without hesitation.
By now, he bore six wounds on his body.
"Tang Yu!!!"
Amidst Tang Zhongcheng's cries, Tang Yu collapsed into the blood, losing consciousness.
"Ah..."
Tang Zhongcheng's cries of unbearable grief echoed across the square.
"Kill me, just kill me!"
"I'm the one who wronged you, just kill me!"
"I beg you, kill me, ah..."
Tang Zhongcheng clutched his head, kneeling in agony, weeping for Tang Yu and Tang Ye.
Tang Xiaomin threw the gun in her hand in front of Tang Zhongcheng.
The implication was for him to kill himself.
"Do it yourself," Tang Xiaomin said.
Tang Zhongcheng cast one last look at Zhang Meiyu, who had already fainted.
"Your mother is innocent. She carried you for ten months. She has wronged you in no way, don't kill her."
Tang Xiaomin remained silent, then after a moment, nodded.
Tang Zhongcheng calmly picked up the gun, slowly raised it, and aimed it at his own head.
Then, without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.