After watching for a while, it became clear.
"His leg is disabled—" someone couldn't help exclaiming, only to abruptly cover their mouth halfway through because the man with his back turned suddenly looked around. Eyes like a cold pool, like eternal ice encompassing an unshakable chill, inundated the air with a towering malevolence.
In the man's eyes lay an undisguised loathing, revenge.
Yes!
Revenge.
At that moment, several of the lined-up elders fainted on the spot. Yet, what was frightening was that not a single person dared to step forward to help them up, let alone curse.
Everyone was as meek as quails.
Songshan quietly exhaled and gestured for someone to come forward and wake the people up.
Just then, Seventh great uncle and his group came over with Su Dachun and Ma Xiulan.
The moment Ma Xiulan arrived, she saw Song Jiaming sprawled on the ground like a dead dog. He was her pride and joy for a lifetime, the one her future blessings depended on.
