Zongman: I accidentally picked up a JK

Memories are a second injury to the person involved.

To this man, the hurt no longer mattered because he couldn't remember how many second times it had happened.

His name is Ze Ping. He divorced his wife and raised his daughter alone.

As a result, my daughter became depressed and was isolated at school.

When she was halfway through college, her daughter's increasingly pretty appearance caused her trouble.

A rich young man took a fancy to him.

The rest is even more cliché. After the two had sex several times, the boy got tired of her and dumped her. Her first love ended like this, and she was heartbroken and just wanted to ask the boy why, but she was once again pushed down by the boy who acted on impulse.

This time he was just venting his anger. What was even worse was that he threw the girl to his friends. And then...

She began to live a nightmare life at school.

The other party threatened that if she dared to tell anyone, they would send all the photos and videos to her father. Moreover, the rich kid who was Zeping's boss also knew her and could make Zeping lose her job at any time.

The girl endured insult after insult for her father.

Until one day, she was called to a nightclub.

There were a dozen men there.

Now, my daughter lies at home lifeless, as if she were dead.

Ze Ping's body was shaking, but his tone remained calm.

After being hurt so many times, he seemed to have lost his emotions.

There was no point in calling the police. The rich kid forced his daughter to say "I took the initiative" every time, and even the Metropolitan Police Department was connected to his family.

She only paid a useless "nutritional fee" and was thrown at the door by the boy under the slanderous name of "fillet fee".

Ze Ping retaliated by punching more than a dozen men that day and paid more money.

He did not go to jail under the arrangement of a playful nature, and the other party challenged him contemptuously:

"Keep making money. If you can't make it, you can let your daughter come to me again."

Ze Ping was filled with rage and just wanted to kill the boy and everyone who had hurt his daughter.

But he couldn't do it. Besides, his daughter couldn't be left alone.

"A bunch of beasts!" Tang Dao slammed his fist on the table.

Everyone who heard this story had a gloomy face. They had seen many deaths and lives, but they were on the battlefield, not on an ordinary, innocent father and daughter.

"If I wasn't there, would that person be like this too..."

Single parent, daughter, isolated.

Each one touched Mingyou's nerves.

The difference is that Ze Ping loves his daughter very much, but he is powerless with only his fists and feet.

"I can help you, what do you want?"

“I want to kill that man myself, Tian Jing Luo Shang.” The hatred in the man’s eyes became more and more obvious. “As long as you can help me do it and take good care of my daughter, my life is yours.”

Mingyou pointed at the table with his finger, "I don't lack such people around me, and you have to prove yourself."

Mingyou wanted to see if this man really wanted to avenge his daughter.

"it is good."

Ze Ping took out a dagger from his pocket with his right hand and placed his left hand on the table.

"Do you want to cut off your fingers?"

The man placed the blade of the dagger about five millimeters from the tip of his little finger.

“Will someone chop it from here?”

Ze Ping slowly pulled the dagger in his hand, and blood immediately gushed out of his little finger.

He was sawing off his fingers bit by bit.

It only takes a moment of impulse or courage to chop off a little finger, but the long-term painful torture of sawing requires sufficient willpower and determination.

Ze Ping took a minute to saw off five millimeters of his little finger, including the connecting bone.

The sound of the blade rubbing against the bone was very tooth-grinding. Ze Ping didn't even blink, but his forehead was sweating and he continued trembling.

He placed the dagger again within five millimeters of the wound and began sawing again.

Once again, once again...

The first joint of his little finger was about 2 centimeters long, and he spent four minutes sawing it off in four steps.

Sweat had soaked through his clothes, but he remained expressionless and silent, preparing to start the second knuckle attack.

This is much more shocking than cutting off the little finger, and is enough to prove Zeping's determination to fight for his life.

"That's enough. Help him take care of his wound."

Someone brought a medical kit and bandaged Zeping.

"I only want Tianjing Luoshang's life." Zeping said calmly as if nothing had just happened.

"That's so boring." Ming You raised his lips, "I hate bullies. I'll leave it to you to deal with anyone who has hurt your daughter."

Ze Ping was silent for a moment.

"There are so many swordsmen, even the Kujo family can't handle it."

"There are punishments that are far more severe than a knife. It depends on whether you want it or not." Mingyou looked at the four slices of bone mixed in the table. "You will soon find out how much energy you have gained in exchange for the section of your little finger you cut off."

"I only hope that you can take good care of my daughter and give me a chance to avenge myself. I don't need the rest. I only have my own life left, which you can use as you wish."

The only things left for this man are the desire for revenge and to take care of his daughter, or it can be said that it consists of only these two elements.

Once he gets what he wants, he becomes just an emotionless machine, a true assassin.

But Mingyou doesn't need such a death warrior. If he really wants one, the Tang family has many of them, but they all have feelings for him.

The three brothers Tang and Hu are both loyal warriors and emotional people.

"I still have four and a half hours until my class starts. If I allow half an hour for the drive, that makes four hours."

Mingyou glanced at his phone, then told Tang Hu:

"Uncle Hu, is there enough time to catch that thing in the patio?"

"That's more than enough." Tang Hu said with a smile, "You can bring all those people here."

"Then let's get started. By the way, Mr. Zeping, right? Who from the Metropolitan Police Department is involved?"

Zeping looked like he was trying to express shock, but his expression was still blank.

"Yuanfeng is the only one. He was the one who determined the nature of the case."

"It's rational."

"OK. Uncle Tiger, take Mr. Zeping with you."

Ze Ping followed Tang Hu, Tang Dao and others out with doubt.

Mingyou was the only one left around, and it was the first time that he had control over someone else's life and death.

He didn't meet her on his own, he actively sought her out, so it feels different.

Take out your cell phone and make a call.

"Hello, Master."

Ever since he came back from the mustard seed space, the master has been able to respond to his messages at any time.

"You seem to be contaminated by karma."

"You guessed it, Master."

Mingyou didn't feel uncomfortable with his master's use of Buddhist terms.

"Fairness and justice conflict in this world. Only injustice can bring about justice. Do it according to your mood. I started the promotion match and died."

Taoist Luo is Taoist Luo, he is more sincere than Mingyou.

The second call was made to Tang Chengshun.

"Hey, Dad."

"Is something wrong?"

"I might have to do something big."

"You can do the work for anyone, just don't let your mother worry about it."

"It's hard to say. Dad, do you think it's legal to use illegal means to deal with illegality?"

"What kind of retarded question is this? Just do it if you think it's not against the law."

"Ah? Don't we have to abide by the law?"

"Are you at our house?"

So that’s how it is. It’s okay then.

"I understand Dad!"

"Before the emergence of the New Tang Dynasty, people from all over the country who had been wronged liked to come to our house to file complaints. This phenomenon still exists in the New Tang Dynasty, but life has improved, people are rarely treated unfairly, and there are fewer and fewer talented people. You just have to be true to your conscience."

There is no need to consider other things. In the history of the Tang family, there have been many chivalrous men who uphold justice and have been passed down through the ages.

A hero with a good background is a killer in the martial arts world, and the government can only acquiesce.

This is Mingyou’s current situation.

"Okay, Dad!"

After hanging up the phone, Tang Chengshun looked out the window.

"My son has stood up for you, so you should remember us, okay? There's no point in wasting time and effort on outsiders. Of course, if we're all family, then there's no problem."

All people in the world are one family, and as long as it is one world, there will be no problem.