A voice full of cold and stern tone yelled wantonly at the other end.
"Kneel down!"
"Everyone kneel down!"
"You bastard, you can't even kneel down? Could it be that you grew up eating shit? With your virtue, I'm afraid you can't even eat shit like hot ones!"
"Knees, bastards, knees! Kneel in a line! Fifteen of you, keep in a line! Do you understand? Can you understand people's words?... Bastard, did you do it on purpose? Or are you deaf?"
Then there was a crisp sound of "pa", which seemed to be a slap in the face.
Then there was another "pop" sound, as if the person who was beaten had spit out something.
"Long kneeling! Do you understand? The standard for the shoulders is here, and this position should also be kept in a straight line! There is also the forehead and chest!"
"Snapped!"
"Let you pay attention, stand up and look for yourself, you don't know how long you kneel? Don't you understand? Even if you stand upright, raise your head, back and straighten your thighs, you will kneel down!"
"Snapped!"
"You are still the son of the patriarch of the Song family? How can you be so stupid? Did you fall headfirst into tofu dregs when you were born?"
"What are you looking at? I'm talking about your head! Do you have no brain, or is there mold in your brain?!"
…
Song Wuyang and others finally rushed to the field, and what greeted them was such a fresh and hot scene.
It was a bleak scene like a blood pool hell.
In a pool of blood, there were three corpses lying down; at this moment, the corpses were already covered with countless flies and other insects; the blood dripped all over the ground.
In the pool of blood flowing all over the ground, there were still fifteen people kneeling neatly.
The queues are really neatly arranged.
No matter the chins, foreheads, chests, backs, knees, etc. of all people, the fifteen people are perfectly lined up in a straight line; each of them stands upright like a zombie, not daring to move at all. .
The expression on his face was only fear, twisted, and pale...
Trembling all over; obviously frightened to the extreme.
A few of them, with water stains constantly filling their bodies, were so frightened that they could no longer control themselves, but even so, they still maintained a straight kneeling posture, not daring to make mistakes at all...
After all, a little mistake or omission will lead to hell, no one dares to try!
Song Wuyang almost fainted when he saw this.
Because, among those kneeling, there was his favorite youngest son, Seinfeld!
And it's the first one.
Kneel upright.
Seeing his father's arrival, Seinfeld finally saw hope and a savior, and immediately let out a scream of earth-shattering: "Father! Help me..."
Just as the words were about to start, Han Bingxue snorted coldly, took a step forward, and slapped her hard.
There was a crisp "pop", but it interrupted the call for life-saving!
"The one who made you speak up? You bastard! How dare you destroy the formation! I think you don't want to live anymore! To tell you the truth, let alone your father, it is your uncle, your grandfather, the eighteenth generation of your ancestors It’s all coming, it’s useless!”
Han Bingxue's ferocious performance, at this moment, is really like a bullying dog leg, arrogant, arrogant, domineering, and omnipotent.
Song Wuyang's expression sank when he saw this, and his sharp eyes fixed on Han Bingxue: "Who is your Excellency? How dare you insult my Song family son like this, what is your intention?"
Han Bingxue laughed exaggeratedly: "Wow! Insulting your son of the Song family? It scared me to death, but it scared me to death. This crime is too big. How can I bear it..."
He patted his chest, with a look of fear: "Oh, I'm scared to death..."
But his attitude, his arrogance, did he have the slightest hint of fear? !
This move is clearly playing with Song Wuyang as a fool! And he played happily, with a red face.
As the patriarch of the clan, Song Wuyang couldn't see the true meaning of Han Bingxue's words, so he was so angry that smoke rose from his seven orifices and he burst into anger.
But at this time, the people next to him also began to explain the whole story in a low voice; after all, the cause and process of today's incident are very simple; a few words will explain it clearly.
Song Wuyang's face became even uglier, and everyone guessed right. The cause of this matter is really because of my son, fighting against the same family, insulting the same family is already disgusting, and besides causing trouble, he will relentlessly involve irrelevant people, arrogant and unreasonable, he does not know how to advance or retreat...
In this situation, in the final analysis, it is one's own fault, no one else's.
Although half of the Song family who came with them were full of anger and clamored for Ye Xiao and others to release them quickly, the other half looked at Song Wuyang with cold eyes, and made it clear that they wanted to see how he would deal with this matter.
Your own son didn't live up to it, humiliated others instead of humiliating others, and greatly disgraced the Song family. Now there are still follow-up procedures that are difficult to understand, let alone how big this disaster is. Let's see what your patriarch Song will do
Many people even sighed in their hearts: If Song Wuyang still supported Song Fei this time and indulged the past, I am afraid that one day, sooner or later, the whole family will be dragged into the abyss.
"My patriarch already knows the cause of the incident. What do you have to do with the internal affairs of the clan? How dare you force yourself to take the lead and kill three people just for a small conflict? You are really arrogant, and you still refuse to give up. Humiliate the reputation of my Song family? The Song family is not in the same world as you!" Song Wuyang was trembling with anger: "A bunch of madmen!"
"Come here, take down all these people for me, but if there is resistance, shoot and kill!"
Song Wuyang's order let everyone know that this head of the Song family will stand on his son's side this time, regardless of how his son is taking the blame and how heinous.
He made up his mind to stand up for his son.
Song Wuyang's words blatantly turned black and white, confuse right and wrong, took it for real, and didn't take it for granted. It was obvious that he wanted to use his fists to resolve this matter. To the extent that Song Xuan, the other party involved, who was right next to him, turned out to be Completely ignoring it, it was as if he hadn't seen the former genius of the Song family at all, and the casual glance was full of disgust and hatred.
It's not all because of this bastard that my son got into such a catastrophe!
When this matter is resolved, the old man will definitely ask you not to live, not to die!
Not only you, but also your father and uncle, all of you are miserable!
"Wait!" Among the members of the Song family, a middle-aged man stood up, looked at Song Wuyang, and said in a deep voice: "Patriarch, right and wrong are already clear at this time, and Song Fei is to blame for this matter; It's because you don't want your child to suffer, and you have to negotiate a solution with the other party, why bother to confuse right and wrong, and make people underestimate the Song family!"
The middle-aged man's face was full of heaviness: "The patriarch is acting like this at this moment, what exactly is he trying to do to my Song family's reputation for thousands of years?"