Iron Bull Legend

This was what they already knew, but there were many other awful things about bullying of women that they were unaware of. When the Beijing Intermediate People's Court announced the verdict, they were completely shocked. They stood there in a daze, watching the law enforcement officers put five people directly into the law enforcement vehicle, took them out for shooting and had their accounts cancelled. There was wailing in the courtroom.

However, they cannot change the final judgment that has been determined, because the evidence is absolutely true and the chain of evidence is one link after another. Even if they have omnipotent abilities, they dare not go against the law, which is to undermine the majesty of Chinese law.

The jurors were already trembling with fear. They had never expected that Qiao Huijun and the other five would sentence them to death in court. Until this moment, they had already seen the attitude of the bigwigs in the capital. It was a death sentence, and it was the death sentence of five children from wealthy families headed by Qiao Huijun.

Even if they were sentenced to life imprisonment or ten, twenty or thirty years, that would be acceptable. However, the death penalty would directly result in the cancellation of their household registration, which would wipe them out from the household register of their families. It is possible that the roots of their families would be cut off. What a shocking effect that would be.

The buzzing sound of the police car came from near and then went far away, and finally, the sound could no longer be heard. However, the shock was still going on. The persons being interrogated who often played with these rich second-generation rich kids, as well as their friends who were watching the trial in the courtroom, were now so frightened that they collapsed in the audience seats.

They originally came to see the excitement, thinking that the Jingcheng Intermediate People's Court was just putting on a show to let others see the majesty of the law and to warn them to restrain their behavior. They never thought that they were serious. Who is Qiao Huijun? He is the only root and only seedling of the Qiao family.

If they said they would just drag him out and chop him up, that was Mr. Qiao's favorite. Would Mr. Qiao agree to cancel his household registration just like that? These were just doubts that flashed through their minds, and they were just doubts, because Qiao Huijun and the other five had already been taken to Caishikou to be shot.

The family members of each family in the audience were terrified and angry. Phone calls were made one after another, and messages were sent back to the family. The moment Mr. Qiao heard that Qiao Huijun was executed, he collapsed directly in his chair. He had already felt that the weather in the capital had changed and the wind direction had shifted.

However, it's all too late. If there was a reprieve to give them a chance to maneuver, these powerful families would have some means to save these people's lives. However, they were not given this opportunity at all, and they had no time to maneuver at all.

It is said that money can make the devil work, but the money in their hands has lost its efficiency. Power can make things happen, but the power in their hands has lost its effect. Until this time, they thoroughly understood a truth: it is not that there is no retribution, but that the time has not come.

Old Mr. Qiao's brain is now like a paste, his eyes have lost their luster, and he is really blind. The moment he received the news that his beloved grandson was dragged out for target practice, Old Mr. Qiao was already dizzy and without any thoughts, and had lost his wisdom.

After a lifetime of military service, at this moment he truly knew that he was wrong, extremely wrong. His love for his children was not love, but spoiling. He was using the power in his hands and the magic that came with the power to push their own descendants to the guillotine and directly cancel their household registration.

Other wealthy and powerful people were even more shocked and furious. They had never expected such an outcome, death penalty, and immediate execution. They felt that the power, wealth and money in their hands were no longer attractive to them. They felt that their own authority was gone, and they had lost their former glory.

As the five men were executed, they had to go to other people's houses and reluctantly pay 45 cents for each execution bullet. Their own children had died, and they still had to pay for it out of their own pockets. They were all depressed and had completely lost everything.

The trial at the Beijing Intermediate People's Court is still going on. None of the other people involved in the case received a light sentence. The lowest was five years, and more than twenty people were sentenced to life imprisonment. Ten or twenty years was already a blessing for them. After all, knowingly breaking the law cannot be said to be an aggravated crime. However, today they finally suffered the backlash.

In the past, they relied on the authority in their hands to show off their power, extort money, and harm many incompetent people. However, today, they have finally used the power in their hands to send themselves to prison, eating steamed buns, pickles, operating sewing machines, and screwing screws. This is retribution.

When they heard the crimes they were tried for and the time of sentencing, many of them were terrified. Many people in the courtroom smelled a bad odor. This was the people's judgment on them. It was not until this moment that they truly understood one thing: the law is above everything.

Old Song in the audience stared at Qiao Huijun and others who were being taken to the execution van. His heart suddenly relaxed. Finally, his great revenge was achieved, and his grandson whom he had never met could finally see him clearly. He let out a long sigh and looked at his daughter-in-law beside him, feeling sympathetic.

It was finally over, and he finally saw the moment of revenge for his grandson. He knew that the death of his grandson, whom he had never met, would not do anything to him under today's laws and today's social relationships, but he never thought that it would allow him to get his revenge.

The old man's originally gray hair, aged cheeks and bloodshot eyes were relieved.

The moment he heard the majestic voice of the judge on the stage announcing the verdict, the determination on Mr. Song's face calmed down. Although he felt relieved, he knew that this time there would definitely be unrest afterwards, but he no longer wanted to think about it.

"Xiaohui, revenge has been taken, let's go." Old Master Song supported his daughter-in-law, and the two walked out of the gate of the Jingcheng Intermediate People's Court. Looking at the dazzling sun in the sky and the April spring breeze blowing on their faces, the two stood at the gate at a loss.

"Mr. Song, please accept my condolences. Mr. Chu is my great-grandfather." Tie Niu got off the car and walked directly to the old man. Looking at the old man's weathered face, he couldn't help but feel pity for this old hero.

"Okay, good child, thank you. I know that it was Old Chu who intervened in this matter. Alas, it's a pity..." Old Song glanced at his lifeless daughter-in-law next to him. He couldn't say anything else, his face full of sadness.

"Get in the car. My grandpa is coming back from the south today. He said he wanted to meet you and my aunt and stay at my house for a few days." Tie Niu knew that his aunt was already a little heartbroken, but the dead cannot be resurrected, so he could only try his best to do something, and he could do nothing else to help.

As for his grandfather's friends, he must definitely do a good job of today's task. This is also his explanation to the only widow of the Song family. Old Song is also a hero and role model respected by a young man like him.

"But, there are still..." Old Song glanced at his daughter-in-law beside him, "Forget it, there is nothing left at home, Xiaohui, go to your uncle Chu's house and sit and relax." Old Song still made up his mind. After all, there were many memories at home. Her husband had just died, and she lost her child. He was afraid that his daughter-in-law would not be able to face everything at home.

The two got in the car, and Tie Niu drove the car attentively. He really didn't dare to say anything now. Although he had avenged the Song family, the pain in his heart could not disappear in a moment.

He didn't dare to irritate the two hurt hearts now, because an inappropriate word would trigger two people's bad mood. Tie Niu could only drive the car silently until he stopped at the gate of Prince Gong's Mansion, stopped the car, opened the door and asked the two to get out.

The old man saw a man with gray hair and a woman with a sad face beside him, and he immediately understood who Tie Niu brought back. After all, the most talked about topic on the streets of Beijing these days was the last car accident.

"Aunt, there are guests at home," the old man shouted to Aunt Jin who was chatting with a few women at the door. This was also a signal to the family. After all, the old man knew that only a woman could understand a sad person and know how to comfort him.

The whole family came running over and asked about Xiaohui's well-being. Even if Xiaohui was in a bad mood, she couldn't show any displeasure and forced a smile. Kulisha even glanced at Tieniu, and Tieniu nodded knowingly. The mother and son had a very good understanding in this regard.

"Big sister, come in and sit down quickly." Kulisha showed her natural enthusiasm and hurriedly helped Xiaohui into the courtyard. The old man also left Mr. Song in the gatehouse. Mr. Guo and Wu Chi and others in the house also came over.

Tie Niu introduced everyone to the old man. Only then did everyone know the identity of Old Song. He was Song Zhanjun's father, the victim of the accident a few days ago. Everyone took even better care of Old Song. After all, two generations of heroes had passed away, and the Song family was extinct. Everyone respected the families of martyrs very much.

As a junior, Tie Niu couldn't say anything of concern. He just called Heizi and went into the kitchen to prepare lunch for the reception. As for the sad people, Tie Niu was still a very capable Chinese medicine practitioner. He knew what the two people needed most right now.

There were more than a dozen dishes, mainly light in nature, and a special soup was made to reduce internal heat for nourishment. After more than an hour of hard work, the food was served to the table. Everyone was now familiar with Song Zhanjun's wife, Xiaohui, and was directly invited to the table to eat, with enthusiasm and family-like care.

There was always mist in Xiaohui's eyes, but the strength she had acquired over the years prevented her from shedding tears. Everyone at the dinner table tried to say comforting words, which made the father and daughter feel much better. At least, time would slowly dilute their sadness.

Tie Niu took Heizi's fiancée and Heizi to clean up the room for the father and daughter, and decorated the room like their home. In addition to some necessary items, Tie Niu moved a few pots of blooming flowers from the vegetable cellar at the back. At least, a new environment could improve the mood of the father and daughter.

After doing all this, Tie Niu couldn't help but let out a long sigh while standing outside the door, which was a comfort to the father and daughter.