Still, he said nothing.
The village Party secretary heard Liu Weimin speaking up for them.
He was delighted inside, but let out a sigh.
Joy flashed across the faces of the young men at the front.
Then they put on sorrowful expressions again.
They all sighed.
He nodded.
But when he thought of Xiao Lue and his relatives at the base...
Yet everything he wanted to say dissolved into a sigh.
"We should let them in."
Then he turned to look at Li Yu.
As though Li Yu was the one in charge of the base.
"You should let them in. You should uphold the virtue of saving lives." The submachine gun rose slightly.
He could not be bothered to explain.
He still had not decided whether to let Liu Weimin in.
"You don't need to care so much about what other people think."
"Your empathy is actually a very precious quality."
"Being kind is right."
"Kind people always die quickly."
"That would be the greatest mistake."
He flatly refused Liu Weimin.
"I didn't."
"I'm cold-blooded."
"That's right."
He trembled.
Intimidated by the weapon.
She actually pulled a little notebook out of her pocket.
As though she understood everything.
She had seen it.
But she was powerless to do anything.
Liu Weimin was also standing nearby, furious.
The village Party secretary and the others seemed to have run out of patience.
He threatened him.
His face was expressionless.
He was just about to say something.
"My leg."
Those words rang out.
The scene suddenly fell silent.
She was ugly as sin.
Yet Zhou Shuihua could still say something like that.
She had delicate, pretty features.
The village Party secretary's face was livid.
Even Liu Huamei, beside him, looked at Li Yu doubtfully.
Fuck.
To the fullest extent.
Li Yu fired toward the right side of the crowd.
He nearly hit several people.
"Keep talking."
They had narrowly escaped death.
He wanted to intimidate Li Yu.
He could definitely fire faster than Liu Weimin.
"Weimin."
He aimed at Liu Weimin.
Fourth Uncle, Uncle Lai, and the others also raised their knives.
Liu Weimin lowered his gun again.
"I only wanted to talk him around." His words carried the hurt of being misunderstood.
Then he glared at Li Yu in anger.
He did not believe it either.
But Li Yu had indeed fired his gun.
An eerie silence fell over the scene.
Yet he watched the movements of those around him warily out of the corner of his eye.
"We've met before."
Even Little Xuanxuan knew to bring him fruit to eat.
She stared blankly ahead.
He stroked her head.
"Thank you."
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