C8 You Should Fight!

At the airport of Dongyang City.

I looked at the unfamiliar Dongyang City and my heart was filled with emotion.

I had imagined countless times that I would return to Dongyang City with the same familiar look.

But in the end, it had changed.

I thought about it and realized that even I had changed. How could the world not change?

I stood by the airport road for a long time. Many taxi drivers asked me if I wanted to take a taxi, but I rejected them.

Not long after, a taxi stopped in front of me. It rolled down the window and said to me with a smile, "Little brother, where are you going?"

I looked at him and didn't say much. I got into the car.

I sat at the back and he chatted with me along the way. However, I rarely responded. It seemed that he noticed that I wasn't in high spirits. After smiling awkwardly, he didn't say anything else.

Soon, the car arrived at the place where I used to live. The driver looked at his watch and turned his head. "Little Brother Thirty."

I took out a black bag from my backpack and handed it to him. He was stunned for a moment before cautiously asking, "What do you mean by this?"

I opened the bag. It was filled with cash, a total of 100,000. When he saw it, his pupils suddenly shrank as he exclaimed, "Little Brother, you..."

I placed the money in the front seat and said with a smile, "Thank you. Five years ago, you saved a lady's life!"

He was stunned as he recalled. Then, he patted his head and laughed loudly, "I remember now! It's you! Haha! However, I don't need this money. You can take it back."

I smiled and didn't take back the money. I opened the car door and left. When he stuck his head out to look for me, I had already disappeared.

I stood in front of the rusty metal door and muttered, "Dad, Mom! Ya, I'm back!"

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, but after a long time, there was no response.

I frowned. Are my parents not home?

At this moment, the door of the house opposite opened. It was an auntie. She asked me doubtfully, "You are?"

I smiled at the auntie and said, "Auntie, I am the son of the two elders."

"Son?" The auntie's expression instantly turned ugly. "Is this how you treat your parents?"

I frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

The auntie angrily said, "Your parents went to work at the construction site in order to earn money for you. Do you know that?"

The construction site? Work?

I remember that my foster father works in a state-owned enterprise. My foster mother runs a small supermarket and lives well. How can I be reduced to working at a construction site?

What exactly happened in these five years?

I couldn't help but be stunned. I hurriedly said, "Auntie, I don't know. Where is it? Tell me."

When the auntie saw that I was dumbfounded, she calmed down and told me a location.

I left home and stopped a car by the road. Soon, I arrived at the construction site.

The construction site was in the middle of construction and seemed to be modifying the old neighborhood. I walked in and saw my adoptive parents drenched in sweat under the hot sun from afar. My foster father was moving bricks upward while my foster mother was stirring cement.

Seeing this scene, tears welled up in my eyes. It was only later that I realized that my adoptive parents forgave me after I left that night.

Just as I was about to walk in, a foreman walked up to my adoptive father and scolded, "Why are you dawdling while moving bricks? Hurry up and do it. Do you want to do it?"

His foster father hurriedly bowed and smiled apologetically, "Yes, foreman."

My adoptive father's face was pale. He was so tired that he almost collapsed. He was a little drifting as he walked.

After taking a few steps, the adoptive father's body stiffened and he fell backwards. My pupils shrank and I hurriedly ran over.

The foreman gave his foster father a vicious kick on his back. Seeing that there was no reaction, he cursed, "F * ck, why are you pretending to be dead? Hurry up and get up to work for me!"

His foster mother was the first to arrive at his foster father's side. Squatting down, she hugged his foster father and shouted his name. His foster father opened his eyes muddle-headed, and when he looked at things, there were several layers of shadows.

The foreman pointed at the adoptive parents and said arrogantly, "I heard from them that you used to work in a state-owned enterprise? But here, you don't have any special privileges. If you can't do it, then get lost! I'll give you ten seconds now. Get up, go and move!"

The adoptive mother's eyes were filled with tears as she bit her lips. She felt wronged, but there was nothing she could do.

At this moment, I arrived in front of the foreman and said coldly, "He's already exhausted. Can't he rest?"

For a moment, my foster parents looked at me with complicated expressions. After a long time, my foster father said in disbelief, "Little... Qiu!"

"Dad! Mom!" At that moment, I could no longer hold back my tears. Tears flowed out of my eyes. Facing the two elders, I felt deeply guilty!

"Qiu! It really is Qiu!" My adoptive mother shouted my name, "My child, you are finally back! Mom and Dad miss you so much!"

"I'm sorry!" I lowered my head and bit my lips. I blamed myself to the extreme.

"It's good that you're back! Heh." My foster father laughed foolishly. At this moment, even an indomitable man couldn't help but shed tears.

I squatted down. He stretched out his dirty hand, wanting to wipe away my tears, but he pulled it back. I tightly grabbed the two elders' hands and held my face.

However, at this moment, an untimely voice sounded. "Did I come to watch your emotional drama? Quickly stand up and work for me!"

My gaze suddenly turned icy cold. I put down my adoptive parents' hands and slowly stood up. Staring at the foreman, he had a fat head and big ears. Relying on his authority as a sesame seed to do whatever he wanted, he looked at me arrogantly. Looking at each other, he withdrew his gaze at first and swallowed his saliva. Displeased, he said, "What are you looking at?"

He saw a cold and fierce killing intent in my eyes.

Killing intent was a mysterious thing to ordinary people, but to a person from the Underworld.

It truly existed! Only those who had truly killed before would have killing intent.

As for the people I have killed... I have long since lost count.

My hands are stained with the blood of sin.

"Scram!" I coldly spoke, not wanting to get angry!

"You f * cking want me to get lost?" The foreman sneered, "Young man, I'm the foreman here, and your parents are my subordinates. If they can't do anything, then you should be the one to get lost!"

My adoptive mother also pulled my arm and said in a low voice, "Qiu, let's go... When you come back today, my parents will be happy. Go home and cook for you!"

I ignored him and continued staring at the foreman. In a cold voice, I said, "You just kicked my dad. Apologize!"

The foreman twisted his neck and said unhappily, "So what if I don't apologize? A lazy person like him should be beaten!"

"Then you should also be beaten!" I said coldly as I walked towards him with heavy steps.

However, my adoptive mother stopped me and advised me, "Qiu... don't cause trouble."

I turned my head and was about to speak to my adoptive mother when a gust of wind blew past. I looked back and saw the foreman grabbing a shovel and smashing it towards me.

"Qiu!" My adoptive father shouted anxiously. He gritted his teeth and got up, wanting to protect me.

However.

Father and Mother!

Five years ago, I failed to protect Ya and made your hearts turn cold.

Now.

Five years later, I will be reborn and return. I will definitely protect all of you for the rest of your lives.

The foreman's movements are as slow as a slide in my eyes.

To me, he doesn't even have the qualifications to be my opponent...