amaotonovel Chapter 187: Does He Yuzhu live here?
Chapter 187: Does He Yuzhu live here?
Lei Luo said to Piggy, "Piggy, take Brother Mo to meet that Lou Bancheng."
"Okay, Brother Mo, please follow me."
Old Mo stood up and followed Pig Oil Boy.
Soon, the two arrived at a cell. Through the bars, Old Mo could see four people sitting against the wall inside.
One of them was Lou Bancheng.
Lou Bancheng also saw Lao Mo, immediately got up, ran to the gate, held onto the gate, and stared intently at Lao Mo.
"Old Mo, you damn bastard, what exactly do you want?"
Without hesitation, Lao Mo swung his fist and punched Lou Bancheng in the nose with a bang.
"what……"
Lou Bancheng screamed, covered his nose, and sat down hard on the ground.
Upon closer inspection, I saw that his nasal bone was fractured and his hands were covered in blood!
Lou Bancheng immediately shouted.
"Help! Help! Someone's been hitting someone! Someone's been killed! Help! Someone, please help!"
However, no matter how loudly he shouted, no one came to pay attention to him.
Only his son and two grandsons came to help him.
A snake went by and opened the door.
Old Mo went inside, and the door was closed again.
Without saying a word, Lao Mo pulled out a pistol with a silencer.
Lou Bancheng's head buzzed when he saw it, and he looked at Lao Mo in disbelief.
At this point, my nose stopped hurting.
"Old Mo, what do you want? Let's talk this out! I know I was wrong, I admit my mistake, I can compensate you, I'll pay you whatever amount you want."
Lou Bancheng immediately changed his attitude.
Old Mo toyed with the gun in his hand and slowly said, "Lou Bancheng, you think you can just pay some money and that's it? No, no, no, you're thinking too simply."
I used to be an honest person, and you all fought to bully me. Now that I'm not honest anymore, you're all being so honest again.
Lou Bancheng, didn't you ask me what I wanted to do? It's simple. I'm going to beat your grandson and son to death right in front of you, and I'll make you taste the pain of losing your descendants.
Lou Bancheng was shocked upon hearing this: "No, I...I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..."
Old Mo ignored him completely, reached out, and fired a shot.
Lou Nantian, the grandson, had a hole in his forehead. He rolled his eyes, then lay down on the ground and slept soundly.
"Xiao Tian, Xiao Tian, what's wrong?"
Lou Xiaobin rushed over and threw himself on his son, shouting loudly.
Unfortunately, no matter how much he called out, his son would never wake up again.
Lou Bancheng was dumbfounded.
He really killed someone. His eldest grandson is really dead?
"Help! Someone's shooting people! Help!"
Lou Xiaobin screamed hysterically. Unfortunately, it was completely useless.
"Noisy."
Old Mo raised his hand and fired a shot, hitting Lou Xiaobin in the thigh.
"Ah... Awoooooo..."
Lou Xiaobin was clutching his thigh and rolling around in agony, writhing in pain.
"Lou Bancheng, are you in great pain? Let me tell you, your sons, grandsons, granddaughters, and even your great-granddaughters are all dead."
These two are now your last two relatives in the world.
Just last night, I went and killed them all. Hehe, wasn't that painful? Hehehehehehe…”
A twisted smile appeared on Lao Mo's face.
Lou Bancheng was shocked, his eyes widened, and he stared at Lao Mo in disbelief.
"You killed them all?"
Old Mo nodded and said, "Yes. By the way, we also left one for your Lou family, that is Lou Xiao'e. One thing you did right back then was marrying Lou Xiao'e to Xu Damao."
I spared her life for Da Mao's sake. After all, she was Da Mao's wife; I was afraid killing her would upset him.
After saying that, Old Mo fired another shot.
Lou Nandi tilted his head to the side and fell asleep on the ground.
"what……"
Lou Bancheng shuddered, his whole body went numb, his gaze seemed unfocused, and he collapsed to the ground.
Old Mo suddenly felt it was pointless.
"Lou Bancheng, you bullied people when you were rich and powerful, but now that you're being bullied, you're playing dead. Do you think you can play dead and avoid paying the price?"
As Lao Mo spoke, another shot was fired.
Lou Xiaobin, who was still wailing there, suddenly felt a jolt in his head, instantly stopped coughing, and stopped moving.
"Xiaobin, Xiaobin..."
Lou Bancheng got up, crawled over, and knelt beside Lou Xiaobin's body. He cried uncontrollably.
"Xiaobin, Xiaobin, I'm so sorry, so incredibly sorry! I shouldn't have become so arrogant, I shouldn't have bullied people just because I had a little money. That's why I've brought this karma upon myself! I'm so sorry, I've let the Lou family down!"
Lou Bancheng knelt there and began to repent. At that moment, he was truly filled with despair and deep regret!
But what's the use of regretting it?
If Lao Mo hadn't transmigrated, people like the original owner of this body would have been bullied by Lou Bancheng without anyone being able to do anything about it.
If Lao Mo hadn't traveled back in time, Chen Yao, with her severed hand, would still be begging there.
If he bumps into her on the road in Loubancheng, he might even toss her a copper coin or two to tease her. He would absolutely not feel any remorse.
So, he didn't know he was wrong; he knew his entire family was going to be wiped out, and he was terrified.
Old Mo got bored and shot him in the head.
Lou Bancheng tilted his head to the side and collapsed onto his son's corpse. He went to the underworld to repent.
"Brother Zai, arrange for someone to clean up the mess, burn them all, and scatter their ashes into the sea."
Old Mo walked out of the cell, still feeling uneasy.
The revenge was taken, but his daughter's arm would never come back.
A few days later, William finally took over and became the true number one.
All of Lao Mo's troubles were also resolved.
Let's take a break and turn our attention back to Beijing. The story of Beijing is not over yet.
On this day, the postman arrived at courtyard house number 95.
By this time, people had gradually moved into the courtyard house.
There was no other way; although everyone in the entire courtyard had died, housing was simply too scarce these days.
Many people who couldn't find a place to live said they weren't afraid and were eventually arranged to live in this courtyard house.
Now, there are no more liaison officers from the neighborhood committee. But there is still an old man.
There's no other way; such a large compound needs someone to manage it. Just like a brigade needs a captain.
Therefore, this courtyard house still had an old man.
The postman stood at the entrance of the courtyard house and called out loudly.
"He Yuzhu, He Yuzhu, excuse me, does He Yuzhu live here?"
"Hello comrade, I don't think there's anyone named He Yuzhu in our compound!"
An older woman said in confusion.