The matriarch has returned; that spendthrift son is truly daring!

Song Haojin's face was gloomy and ashen. "Who exactly are you people? Now that you know who we are, you should understand that if something happens to us, you won't survive either."

"Haha, as expected of President Song, what you said is indeed true, but since we dared to come, do you think we want to leave alive?"

Song Zixuan clenched his fists, his fierce gaze fixed on Liang Kang, who had been kept under surveillance.

Unexpectedly, he still managed to contact other people right under their noses.

Liang Kang turned his gaze to Song Zixuan, looked at his face which was flushed with anger, and laughed again.

"As expected of President Song's son, he's quite capable. If he hadn't found out about me, I wouldn't have been so extreme. Blame it on the Song family for being too flamboyant."

He was about to pull the trigger when Song Zixuan shouted urgently, "Wait! Release my dad, or you can kill me!"

"Haha, what a filial son! But today you will all die."

Song Haojin remained calm and indifferent, showing no fear of impending death. He countered, "Since we're all going to die, let's die knowing why. Who's behind you?"

Liang Kang sneered, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes. "Do you really think I'm stupid? I'll tell your souls after you're dead."

"No!" Song Zixuan was frantic and furious as he saw them about to harm his father.

For the first time, I felt disgusted with my own incompetence, only able to watch helplessly as my father died before my eyes.

Song Haojin closed his eyes in despair, his voice pleading, "The person you want to kill is me. Release my son; he knows nothing."

If his son dies, how will his wife go on living? They only have one son.

He had never experienced anything, he was innocent and kind, and knew nothing about the family business.

"No! Dad." Song Zixuan was heartbroken.

He hated himself for being useless. If he were as powerful as Song Shuyue and as strong as Song Yanzhou, these people wouldn't dare to harm his family at all.

Thinking of this, Song Zixuan's eyes turned bloodshot, and he clenched his fists tightly.

His resentment and guilt prevented him from regaining his composure for a long time.

"You will all die, but you'll have company on your journey to the underworld."

Just as Liang Kang finished speaking, he was shot in the arm. "Ah! My hand!"

He turned around instantly and saw two more bullets flying towards him, hitting his knees. He was in so much pain that he fell to his knees, still trying to pick up the gun from the ground.

A small black sneaker stepped on the back of his hand, crushing and stomping it hard.

"Ah! My hand, get away, get away, who are you?"

When Liang Kang looked up, he was met with a pair of cold, sharp eyes, which instinctively made him feel a sense of fear.

who is she.

Looking around, I saw that the others had already fallen.

"Are you okay?"

Song Shuyue asked a question.

Song Zixuan quickly ran over and hugged his father, saying to Song Shuyue with tears of gratitude, "Song Shuyue, thank goodness you came, thank goodness you came."

Song Yanzhou has successfully captured the others and is now pressing them down the mountain.

Song Yanzhou called out, "Cousin."

Song Haojin knew that the danger was averted thanks to them; otherwise, he and Zixuan would have really died here.

"A-Zhou, Yueyue, thank you so much this time."

Looking at Liang Kang kneeling on the ground, "Who instructed you? Speak!"

Liang Kang's eyes were filled with resentment, his face contorted, and he gritted his teeth and shouted, "There's no one to give orders, so don't waste your time. I just don't like you, is that so wrong?"

Song Shuyue was ruthless and taciturn. She picked up the knife and plunged it viciously into his arm. "Ah!"

Then, without any expression, he spun the dagger, causing flesh to roll back and Liang Kang to let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Struggling in agony, he cried out to them, "If you have the guts, kill me! If you have the guts, kill me!"

Song Shuyue pulled out the knife and carefully examined the bloodstains on it.

The cold words rolled down, "Kill you? That's too easy on you. The night has just begun. If you can hold out until dawn, I'll let you go. Song Zixuan, I have sulfuric acid, salt, pliers, and other tools in my car. Bring them all over."

Hearing this, Song Zixuan felt a great sense of relief. Such a person was not worth dying for; he should be tortured slowly.

"Alright! I'll go get it right away. Tonight, I'll make him wish he were dead."

Liang Kang panicked, completely terrified. He looked at Song Shuyue helplessly, seeing that there was not a trace of joking on her beautiful face, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

"What you're doing is illegal," Liang Kang shouted to comfort himself.

Song Shuyue: "You actually came today? Did you even think you could leave alive?"

"You!" Liang Kang gritted his teeth as he watched Song Zixuan walk over carrying a large bag of things.

Her voice trembled uncontrollably, her face turned deathly pale, and she swallowed hard. "I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll tell you everything, please don't torture me."

Song Shuyue: "I don't want to hear nonsense."

Liang Kang lowered his head and said tremblingly, "Actually, I didn't have much contact with them. I only knew that their surname was Duan, and that they were from a wealthy family in Beijing. One of the people who contacted me was called Duan San. I inquired about him, but there was no such name. However, it was true that his surname was Duan. Many people called him Mr. Duan. He was the one who took care of everything for me. He promised that as long as I killed Song Haojin, he would help me go abroad and give me 80 million. Considering the money they gave me before, they gave me quite a lot. I was blinded by greed for a moment, which is why..."

Song Shuyue: "When did you two start contacting each other?"

“A year ago, a year ago he suddenly found me and helped me pay off my gambling debts.” After saying this, Liang Kang was afraid they wouldn’t believe him, so he hurriedly said, “I really didn’t lie to you. I don’t want to die. Please let me go.”

Song Shuyue withdrew her gaze, and when Song Haojin heard the surname Duan, his eyes flashed, and he immediately guessed who it was.

But without evidence, he cannot speak rashly.

Do you remember what he looked like?

Liang Kang shook his head. "I've never seen what he looks like. He was always wearing a mask when he talked to me."

As Liang Kang spoke, he seemed to be recalling the man's features. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he said loudly, "That's right, he had a scar on his brow, a diagonal scar. I remember it very clearly."

Hearing this description, Song Haojin became even more certain of his guess and then asked, "Is his voice very hoarse, like he has injured his throat?"

Liang Kang nodded repeatedly, and then he saw Song Shuyue calmly open the bag in Song Zixuan's hand, take out two bottles of water and hand them to Song Zixuan and Song Haojin.

I saw that the bag contained water, not any tools at all.

Liang Kang was so angry that his face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said defiantly, "You're lying to me!"

Song Yanzhou also took a big gulp of water and said bluntly, "Even without tools, torturing you would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?"

Liang Kang was completely disheartened. Yes, now that he was in their hands, what could they do?

He regretted that he had acted this way because of momentary greed and being blinded by greed.