My whole family abuses me? Then I will abuse the whole family!

When the fat guy saw her running away, he immediately started to chase her, but was stopped by Brother Biao.

"return!"

The fat man didn't understand why he didn't chase after her, so he just stopped.

The thin guy asked at the side: "Brother Biao...Brother Biao, why don't you chase...chase?"

Brother Biao looked at Wen Jing's back with a sinister look as she ran away. He kicked a stone on the roadside. After being fooled so many times, he was already furious. "Damn it, He Jianjun has a grudge against me!"

The fat man and the thin man looked at each other. They knew He Jianjun. He used to be a national martial arts champion and was very good at fighting. Even though he had a lame leg, he was still a good fighter.

The fat guy and the thin guy had only been with Brother Biao for a few years, so they didn't know much about his past glory days. The thin guy asked curiously, "Brother Biao...Brother Biao, what...what grudge do you have with He Jianjun?"

Brother Biao had a sinister look in his eyes, which made the skinny guy feel creepy.

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about. If you know too much, your life will be shorter."

Wen Jing ran into the school and looked back to see Brother Biao and his two companions standing at the school gate and not coming in. She became curious.

'Why didn't the three of them chase in?'

[People with a ghost in their heart dare not face the ghost they created in the past]

'ah? ’

【...】

[They don't dare to chase you, you go in]

'Oh. '

Wen Jing entered the martial arts school, looked around and found that the school was quite small.

It is a relatively large two-story self-built building with a big slogan on it, which reads "Study hard, be proactive, exercise, and grow up healthily". Next to it is a relatively large bungalow that looks like a big warehouse, plus a dilapidated playground.

There was a large group of students doing physical training on the playground. The oldest ones were estimated to be fifteen or sixteen years old, and the youngest was at least seven years old. There was also a middle-aged man with strong upper limbs but thin lower limbs sitting on a chair nearby.

He was exercising with a stone dumbbell in one hand, and poking and hitting students with a bamboo pole in the other.

The man was the principal of this martial arts school, He Jianjun.

He Jianjun saw her and looked her over. "You are..."

Wen Jing smiled and said, "Hello, Teacher He. My name is Wen Jing. I want to learn martial arts. I wonder if your school is still recruiting students?"

He Jianjun was not very happy when he heard this, but refused without thinking, "No, no."

The smile on Wen Jing's face froze, "Why?"

He Jianjun poked the martial arts student with a bamboo pole, "Stop shaking!"

"I only have boys here. How can I accept a girl like you? Go away and don't disturb their training."

When Wen Jing heard this reason for rejection, she took two or three steps to He Jianjun and said, "Teacher, teacher, I just want to learn some martial arts. The tuition fee is negotiable."

When He Jianjun heard about money, he turned to look at Wen Jing and asked, "Why are you learning martial arts?"

Seeing that he had given in, Wen Jing immediately started to cry and said, "My husband abuses me. I had no other choice but to learn martial arts."

"To be honest, the husband I married is a second-time wife. I heard that his previous wife was beaten to death. I don't want to be beaten to death."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone present stopped and looked at her.

He Jianjun was also surprised. Seeing that she didn't look like she was lying, he said, "Then you should ask the police to help you. Why would you ask us to teach you martial arts?"

Wen Jing wiped away her tears and said, "Getting a divorce is harder than going to heaven these days. If the police would make the decision for me, I wouldn't have come to you to learn martial arts."

This remark resonated with several students present.

"Master, it's really useless to call the police. My mom was also beaten by my dad. She always asked the police to make a decision, but the police just advised my mom to bear with it. They never advised my dad to divorce my mom."

"My mom wants to divorce my dad because he beats her and drinks all the time. I came to learn martial arts to protect my mom."

"Master, please teach this sister."

Wen Jing looked at those students with gratitude.

He Jianjun poked them with a bamboo pole in annoyance and said, "Keep practicing. Don't be lazy when you have free time. Shitou, just watch them practice." After saying that, he stood up, put down the dumbbells in his hand with a thump, and limped towards the self-built building.

The proportions between his sturdy upper limbs and skinny lower limbs are very disproportionate, making him look like a giant lobster standing up and walking.

Wen Jing followed carefully.

The two-story self-built building looked ordinary from the outside, but it was clean and tidy inside. The walls and floors were tiled and wiped very clean.

The first floor is a kitchen and dining room, with two rows of long tables in the middle and a stove on the side. There are cabinets on both sides of the wall, with neatly arranged pots and pans inside, shining very cleanly. There is also a staircase on one side leading to the second floor, which is probably the dormitory.

He Jianjun limped over to get the kettle and enamel cup, and poured a glass of water for Wen Jing. "Please sit down. You're welcome."

Wen Jing sat down at the table as she was told and took a sip from the enamel cup.

He Jianjun sighed, "I really can't accept you. I only accept boys here. They eat and live here. What's the point of a girl like you mixing with them? If the news gets out, I'll be scolded."

Wen Jing shook her head nonchalantly, "Teacher He, you misunderstood. I just want to learn some self-defense skills. I don't need to learn them in great detail."

"I just plan to come to your place every day to learn, and when I go back at night, no one will gossip about me."

He Jianjun still disagreed, "You said your husband abused you, and you ran away every day, doesn't he look for you?"

Wen Jing immediately lied, "My husband is the director of the steel mill. He is very busy during the day and only comes home at night. I just need to go home at night."

When He Jianjun heard this, his eyes changed, "Is your husband Wang Dahai?"

Wen Jing was stunned. "Ah? How did you know?"

He Jianjun frowned, "There is no one else who likes to beat his wife, and he is also the director of the steel plant, except Wang Dahai."

[The one who killed my father was his brother He Jianguo. Relax, I will talk to him.]

Lin Zhen's sudden words frightened Wen Jing so much that her pupils shrank slightly, but she quickly reacted and followed Lin Zhen's request to relax her body.

The next moment, Wen Jing felt that her consciousness was a little fuzzy. Her body didn't feel cold, but she felt a little floating. She only heard her own voice, which was very cold. "How much money did Wang Dahai give your brother when he killed Director Lin?"

He Jianjun was stunned, and subconsciously clenched his right hand into a fist. He looked at Wen Jing in disbelief. Why did he feel that the person in front of him was like a different person? He also felt that the temperature around him suddenly dropped and became gloomy.

I was panicking inside, but my face was very calm. "What do you mean?"

Wen Jing curled her lips and looked at him coldly, "You know exactly what I mean. You checked it out back then. Wang Dahai gave your brother a large sum of money to kill Director Lin. I guess your brother wanted to use the money to treat your leg, but after your brother died, you used the money to build this school."

He Jianjun's expression changed, because what 'Wen Jing' said was exactly right, and he actually saw the shadow of Lin Zhen in this girl. The expression and eyes were exactly the same as Lin Zhen's back then.

My heart was beating loudly. "Who are you?"

Wen Jing blinked, "Do you still remember Lin Zhen who came to see you?"

He Jianjun's pupils constricted and he broke out in a sweat. He had just been thinking about Lin Zhen when the girl mentioned Lin Zhen. How could it be such a coincidence?

He was a little unconvinced. "You look like you are only about 17 or 18 years old. Lin Zhen has been dead for 11 years. How do you know Lin Zhen?"

Wen Jing knew that he would not believe it, and the next words made He Jianjun's eyes widen. "I don't care whether you believe it or not. Lin Zhen didn't have the time to tell you what she found out later, so let me tell you."

"A few days before your martial arts competition, someone put chlorpheniramine in your meals. This medicine is not a poison, it is used to treat allergies, but it has a side effect of making people lose energy and become sleepy. At that time, you thought you had a cold and didn't take it seriously. You forced yourself to go on stage. I don't need to tell you what happened next."

He Jianjun felt inexplicably panicked and felt like he was about to break apart. Memories flooded his mind. He remembered the scene, everyone's expressions, and everyone's movements clearly.

Over the past ten years or so, he has regretted every day why he went to the competition despite being sick. His leg would not have been injured, and his brother would not have killed someone to heal his leg.

Wen Jing continued to stab him in the chest with a knife, "Oh, by the way, the man who fought with you back then was called Li Biao, do you remember? I remember correctly that he was your former fellow apprentice, and now he is a thug under Wang Dahai. Back then, it was Wang Dahai who asked him to hit your knee on purpose..."