At the same time, a black car slowly drove back to the Song family's old house.

With heavy rains coming, dark clouds are over the city. This old house that Song Chubai has lived for three years seems particularly depressing and dull under such weather.

Song Chubai got out of the car, put his hands in his pocket, stood still, raised his deep eyes, and looked at the dark house.

When he was fourteen years old, he was pushed and shoved into the house by Song Geng. He felt that the house was huge and the courtyard after entering was very large. There was no end to see, as if he could swallow him.

He walked in it, isolated and helpless, panicked and could not see the sky.

But now he stood here and looked at the house again, but he felt that this huge creature had become small at some point.

The building is about to collapse and grow old. In front of him, it is just an ordinary building with a large area.

Before he could enter, Song Geng's curse came from inside. The living room was smashed to pieces and the railings on the second floor were removed. Song Geng heard the movement in the yard and rushed down from the second floor. A glass vase containing boiling water was suddenly dropped from the upper floor: "Beast, you beast!"

Song Chubai turned sideways, and the people around him quickly blocked him. Several bodyguards stationed in the living room immediately stepped forward to hold Song Geng down.

But Song Chubai's neck was still a little cut.

He touched his neck expressionlessly and looked at a bodyguard whose hand was splashed with boiling water: "Go and rinse it with cold water."

"Thank you, Mr. Song." The bodyguard said gratefully.

The other bodyguards forced Song Geng to look down and could not get close to Song Chubai. "Mr. Song, we advise you not to act rashly!"

Song Geng was pressed to the point where his neck was exposed, and his face was congested: "I have raised you for so many years. I had known that you were still in your mother's stomach, so I should have let your mother die! If the old man died, you will start to be lawless. It would be fine if you attack others, but I'm your dear! You actually attacked me too!"

Compared to a month ago, Song Geng was obviously much thinner and decadent. His hair became longer and his beard was not shaved. His cheekbones were sunken, and he looked like he was not a human or a ghost.

He struggled in the hands of the bodyguard, like a dying fish.

Song Chubai let him scold him, and stood calmly, without caring about the wounds on his neck. He took a few documents from the people around him and flipped through them: "Don't you sign yet?"

Song Geng suddenly spitted on him, but before he could spit out, he was strangled by the bodyguard.

Song Geng squeezed out a voice from his throat: "You're a fucking dream! I don't believe you can kill me! The entire Song family was destroyed by you. Do you think it's not enough? You have to force people to death. Did Song Jiannan and Song Yang be sent to the bureau by you one after another?! They are your cousins, and you can kill them all?"

"Drive everything and kill it." Song Chubai chewed these four words expressionlessly.

"By you, I started to enter the sight of the Song family at the age of eleven, and after I entered the sight of the Song family, I experienced less than four times in an inexplicable car accident. Who killed them all?" He pulled up the corners of his lips and found it very ridiculous.

"You came to me to help you every few days. Isn't your purpose to pull my aunt and second uncle down from that position and monopolize the Song family's property? I've done it for you now. Father, why are you angry? He actually said to me in a hypocritical way that I'll kill you all? Do you really care about their lives?"

"Beg for mercy and beg for mercy, don't say anything disgusting."

Song Geng was so angry that he couldn't speak: "It's fine for them, I'm your dear! No matter what, my blood is still flowing on you! Are you treating me like that?"

Song Chu's eyes suddenly turned cold. Song Geng's words made him almost want to kill Song Geng at this moment.

The blood of the Song family was shed, dirty and despicable, which was the thing that made him most disgusted.

He would not even hope to be born in the Qu family or the Gu family, or the Bing family, and have a normal life. For him, even if he was not brought back by Song Geng, but continued to hide in hiding with his mother who had fallen into the dust, he would be grateful to God.

He looked at Song Geng regularly.

This look made Song Geng scared.

Fortunately, Song Chubai did nothing. He smiled slightly, brushed the fragments on the sofa, sat down, and said to Song Geng: "Okay, since you are my dear, then sign the documents and treat them as a gift for me for the 21st birthday."

It was a letter of share transfer. Song Chubai's shares in the Song family are now dominant, and he still has to eliminate the roots and eliminate all future troubles. Without the Song family's property, Song Geng became a completely useless person.

Song Geng was almost mad. He struggled desperately, as if he had rabies, and his former might have been lost: "Beast, you will not have any good retribution!"

Song Chubai smiled very well: "I don't believe this."

The bodyguard who held him down on the side said to Song Chubai: "Mr. Song, he has not been able to leave here half a step according to your order. But he has started to go on a hunger strike these two days, and we are afraid of something going on."

"What can happen?" Song Chubai waved his hand, and two people behind him suddenly walked over and grabbed Song Geng's head: "I can be locked up by him at the age of fifteen for a few days without food. He is a middle-aged man in his forties and can't die if he is hungry for a few days."

The two men suddenly grabbed Song Geng's right hand and forced his right hand to the table.

Someone handed over two things and placed them on the table.

On the left is the signature pen, and on the right is a knife that can cut the fingers.

Song Geng was still yelling and cursing just now. Seeing this scene, his face turned pale for a moment. He looked at Song Chubai in disbelief. For a moment, he no longer knew this son.

"What do I do?" Song Chubai leaned on the sofa, lowered his head, and lazily opened the screen of his phone: "Choose the same."

Song Geng climbed onto his back with a layer of fine and dense cold sweat, and his voice trembled: "You, you can't do such a thing."

"I can do it." Song Chubai played with his cell phone: "Remember the time when I escaped when I was fourteen years old, what did you say to me."

Song Geng remembered that he hated this kid at that time because it was too dull and gloomy, and he lowered his head and said nothing. In addition, he was climbed to the high branch because he was drugged by Song Chubai's mother. He hated that woman very much, and he also hated the son he gave birth to.

But he needed this kid to stay in the Song family, because at that time he had no son and no heir. He was afraid that Song Ruhua and others would think that he had no seeds and would be the easiest to get rid of it, so he was the first to attack him.

So Song Chubai escaped after being locked in the reservoir for three days, and he caught the person back.

At that time, he also brought Song Chubai's mother and kicked it on Song Chubai's mother's stomach, and said to Song Chubai: "Choose the same thing, either continue to escape, wait and see your mother's nose and swollen face, or continue to stay obediently, don't make trouble, and make me up."

So many years have passed since the incident. Sometimes Song Geng looked at Song Chubai's calm eyes and gentle behavior, thinking that he had forgotten everything he had when he was young, but he never expected that Song Chubai would remember everything.

Song Geng felt chill in his heart: "But at that time, your mother was performing a scene with me for money, and I didn't really hit her."

"I know." Song Chubai didn't raise his head and said lightly.

This is the most ironic thing about him. What he has worked so hard to protect has never tried to hold his hand from the beginning.

From the beginning, he deceived him to go to the amusement park, turned around and threw him to the Song family.

I lied to him to wait for three years, and after saving enough money, I would take him away, and turned around and ran away alone.

"You actually know?!" Song Geng got goosebumps all over his body. Looking at Song Chubai's expressionless face lifted up, he began to tremble all over, and he realized what kind of monster he had brought back.

Song Chubai knew everything, but seven years ago he was able to act so sad when his mother passed away, and acted like an ordinary, young, helpless, fourteen-year-old boy.

It was at this time that Mr. Song was old and saw him squatting in the corner of the wall and wiping his tears. He had a high fever for half a month, almost burning his mind. He felt a little sympathy for him. He put him beside him and occasionally asked him about his homework. Only then did his life in the Song family start to get better.

But if he knew everything, then when the woman died in a car accident, could he be so sad that she had a high fever for half a month?

Song Geng suddenly remembered that it was raining heavily seven years ago.

Song Chubai had a high fever for half a month. Was it because the woman died of a car accident and was overly sad, or was it designed by him deliberately getting wet in the rain?

Song Geng looked at Song Chubai and suddenly felt cold all over his body.

Song Geng suddenly recalled that before the old man passed away, he and Song Ruhua fell into different things one after another.

At that time, he only thought that Song Chubai was stumbling on himself because he had never treated him badly.

But at this moment he suddenly realized something, was he just a part of Song Chubai's plan?

He trembled: "You—"

Song Chubai was too lazy to talk to him anymore, and said impatiently to the two men pressing Song Geng: "Why are you doing standing there? I think I have a lot of time?"

As soon as the two of them exerted their strength, Song Geng's head was directly pressed to the table.

He didn't sign, and the tall man in a black suit behind him pulled out the military knife. The sound of the knife being unsheathed sounded in Song Geng's ears.

The sharp blade cut through Song Geng's fingers, and the tingling sensation reached the heart in an instant.

Song Geng's sweat mixed with the smell of urine flowed down.

"Beast, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,"

Song Chubai didn't lift his eyes. Seeing that he finally agreed to sign, he stuffed his phone into his pocket, got up and left.

The person behind him followed and asked, "Mr. Song, what will he do after he signed it?"

"Send the documents to me, don't let me come here for such a thing in the future." Song Chubai pondered for a while and said, "He keeps his life and sends it abroad. Don't have any other luggage except for a passport and a few clothes. When he is alive, I don't want to see him in China."

In other words, it means throwing it out of the country and fending off oneself.

Song Geng was forced to sign the letter. When he heard this, he wailed and regretted that the most wrong thing he had done in his life was probably to lead the wolf into the house. Song Geng wanted to curse again, but he had already been blocked.

When the servants of the old house saw this scene, they did not dare to speak at all, for fear of hitting the gun. Several servants who often sarcastically towards Song Chubai especially hid far away, lowered their heads, were trembling, and timid.

Song Chubai glanced at them: "Oh, there are people in the old house, these people, um--"

Several servants immediately knelt down with a "thump" and begged for mercy, saying, "Mr. Song, let us go. We are also villains, and we have no idea about Mount Tai."

"What are you afraid of?" Song Chubai smiled and said, "I haven't graduated from college yet and am still a young man. You guys have one round longer than me. What can I do to you? Don't think of me too terrible."

Hearing his gentle tone, these people were extremely nervous, and their hearts recovered a little after they reached their throats.

But before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I heard Song Chubai say, "It's the same as sending it abroad, and my family stays at home."

Someone felt weak all over and fainted.

Song Chubai glanced at him and smiled and said, "Sorry, but this is the best solution I can provide for you. You will continue to stay here. If three years later, five years later, one day the media or others come to the door and dig out old things, what would you say? Will you say to the media, 'Song Chubai, you used to look at our faces even when you eat a bowl of rice'? The disaster accumulates suddenly, so I can only do this."

"But, living is hope. I used to say this to myself, and now I will give it to you."

Song Chubai's tone was calm and gentle, but it made the servants tremble all over. A maid who had abused him before even cried, feeling fear spreading from the soles of his feet one by one.

Song Chubai ignored it and strided out of the door of the Song family's old house.

"Mr. Song, go to the hospital to bandage?"

"It's okay, a small injury." Song Chubai touched his neck, and no blood oozed out, but it cut a little skin. But his skin was white, and a little wound seemed very obvious.

Seeing that Song Chubai was not concerned, the person who followed him was not good to say anything else, he said: "According to your instructions, Song Ruhua will probably be sentenced to ten years for a period of time. Song Yang attempted to kill someone, and the court had not yet begun. Song Jiannan was indeed trying to attack Shen Lingling as you expected, but before he succeeded, he was taken away by the Shen family. He is now desperate and is hiding from the east and wants to join the old guys Song Jiancheng knew before."
To be continued...