The boss has only one son for three generations. After rebirth, I have three babies.

"If we take this old cow away and slaughter it, maybe they'll be happy and let your daughter go, right?"

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Le Fei's mouth.

Old Liu's eyes instantly became bloodshot and he stared at Cong Lefei with anger.

His hands clenched into fists involuntarily, his nails almost digging into his flesh, and the anger surging in his heart almost swallowed him up.

"From Lefei, I want to know how my daughter is doing now!"

Old Liu's voice was trembling, but full of determination.

"What the hell are you doing? You said you were going to help the villagers get rich, but in the end all the money went into one person's pocket..."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth.

Before Lao Liu could finish his words, Zong Lefei suddenly stood up, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, and then he kicked Lao Liu!

The action was swift and fierce, leaving Lao Liu no time to react.

Old Liu was completely unprepared and fell to the ground. The back of his head hit the hard ground and a sharp pain instantly spread throughout his body.

The woman next to him rushed forward and anxiously checked on Lao Liu's condition, her face full of fear and worry.

"Lao Liu, Lao Liu, how are you?"

The woman lifted up Lao Liu's upper body and called softly, tears glistening in her eyes.

Old Liu touched his head, lay on the ground, and silently endured the pain.

Although his body felt as painful as if it were being cut by a knife, he didn't even dare to scream, for fear that it would attract even more brutal treatment from Cong Lefei.

Although people formed a circle around them, no one dared to step forward to stop it, and a sense of fear filled the air.

Standing up from Le Fei, his eyes icy and fierce, he warned mercilessly: "I don't want to hear this a second time. The lives of the entire village depend on my mood. If you dare to disobey, no one will have a good ending!"

The voice was deep and full of authority, making people shudder involuntarily.

"I don't think you can even think about eating this sweet potato! You have no sense of the overall situation at all, and you're not worth my attention at all."

Le Fei's gaze swept across everyone, finally stopping on the fragrant roasted sweet potato in Lao Liu's hand, his words full of disdain and contempt.

As he spoke, Cong Lefei stretched out his hand and tried to snatch the sweet potato from Lao Liu's hand. His movements were clean and neat, as if he was already accustomed to plundering other people's property.

Old Liu thought that he still had to cook for Xiaoyuan in the evening, so he hurriedly protected it tightly and did not let Lefei take it away.

He hugged the sweet potato, which still had his body temperature, tightly, as if guarding the last glimmer of hope.

But Cong Lefei snatched the sweet potato away and slapped Lao Liu hard.

The sound of "pop" was loud and crisp, echoing in the quiet space, sounding particularly harsh.

Old Liu gasped in pain, and his hand loosened, and the sweet potato was snatched away from Le Fei.

At that moment, he felt a helplessness and sadness he had never felt before, and the last bit of light in his heart was completely extinguished by this violent blow.

After putting the sweet potatoes back into the bag, Cong Lefei turned around and prepared to go out, but before crossing the threshold.

He said in a stern tone, "Tomorrow I'll take your old cow away. It's settled! No room for negotiation!"

These words were like a sharp needle, piercing the Liu family's hearts.

After saying that, Cong Lefei walked out without looking back.

Although his steps were steady, his back revealed an indescribable determination and strength.

When I walked out of the Liu family's door, I found that Qiao Jin and Fu Yanlin had already left.

There was silence all around, with only the sound of fallen leaves stirred by the autumn wind.

Only Liu Dayang remained there, carefully feeding the old cow medicine.

When I raised my head inadvertently, I met Cong Lefei's eyes.

This moment made Liu Dayang's heart tighten involuntarily, and he immediately became uneasy: "From Grandpa."

Facing Liu Dayang's nervous look, Cong Lefei did not show much warmth. Instead, he said with a somewhat unnatural smile: "Xiaoyuan is helping Niu Nainai with her treatment."

This way of greeting added a strange atmosphere to the air.

Feeling the other person's strange gaze, Liu Dayang tried to remain calm and nodded slowly in response. He then replied, "Yes, the doctor said that if we feed the cow the medicine this way tonight, she will feel better tomorrow and her condition will not worsen any further."

"Oh, that's it."

Cong Lefei nodded and added, "In that case, Xiaoyuan will have to take better care of the cow tonight. I'll come over tomorrow morning to check on her condition."

After saying this, the old man turned around and left this place filled with a heavy atmosphere without staying any longer.

Standing there and watching his gradually receding back, Liu Dayang's eyes began to change, from the initial panic to deep worry. His heart was filled with the powerlessness to fight against the unknown fate and the inexplicable and strong dissatisfaction with everything happening before his eyes.

Then he looked at his old cow partner, his eyes showing a complex emotion, tears almost bursting out, and whispered softly: "No matter what, please remember to protect yourself."

This sentence is more like what he said to himself, and it is also his most sincere expectation for the future.

As if it could sense the pain in its owner's heart, the honest old cow suddenly raised one of its front hooves.

He patted Liu Dayang's back gently a few times, as if trying to comfort him.

Although animals cannot express themselves verbally, this kind of physical intimacy is enough to convey enough warmth and strength to humans.

Only after confirming that the old creature had successfully swallowed all the medicine did Liu Dayang return home.

However, as soon as he entered the door, the scene before him stunned him.

My father was half-lying in bed, repeatedly wiping the injured area on the back of his head with a damp cloth. The left side of his face was noticeably swollen, with a very eye-catching palm print left behind...

This was obviously the trace left by a fierce conflict with someone just now.

Seeing this scene, a surge of anger suddenly surged from my heart, as if a flame was burning in my chest.

He ran over hurriedly, his footsteps raising dust on the ground, wanting to know the situation first.

"Dad, are you okay? Did that bastard hit you?"

He asked breathlessly, his eyes sparking with concern and anger.

The mother, tearfully pleading with her son, said, "Please listen to me, okay? Don't mess with that guy anymore. Why did you have to save the old cow? If you didn't, the bad guy might not target us!"

She cried so hard that she could hardly speak, tears flowed like a spring, and her voice was so choked that it was heartbreaking.

"Now, after all the hard work of curing the old cow, he's planning to come and take it away to kill and feed the dogs! By then, we won't even be able to see its shadow!"