Chapter 192: Released?
Kill them all?
Su Xia has lived for so many years and has never seen such a filial son.
Behind him, Xu Lian trembled when she heard this, and felt a great sadness in her heart. She looked outside the door in disbelief.
Even though his whole body was in unbearable pain, Wu Jian raised his head with difficulty.
His eyes were filled with sorrow and he just wanted to take a look at the crazy child.
What made their children become like this?
"Young people have a long rebellious period. Their pride, conceit, sense of shame , desire to win, etc. are climbing to a new peak every moment. They are prone to become irritable, angry and extreme. For children from poor families, many extreme emotions often come from inferiority complex..."
When Su Xia was in high school, he liked to read mystery novels. His favorite detective was not the tall and thin Sherlock Holmes, but the short and fat Poirot created by his grandmother. Perhaps because he read too many novels, he had some understanding of the psychology of different people.
It is obvious that Wu Xiaolong does not like his background and always feels that his poor parents often embarrass him in front of his friends and younger brothers.
What he wanted was not met, and he had to hide more and more inferiority complex, and his psychology gradually became distorted as he grew up.
He needs to show strength and pride, and use pride to cover up his inferiority in order to gain recognition from others, even if this strength comes from unreasonable and extreme madness.
As Spinoza said, "Although humility is opposed to pride, it is actually the closest to it."
In his crazy mind, beating or killing his parents can shock others, attract their attention, and get himself attention.
Such people are pathetic, but not worthy of sympathy.
Because there are countless children in this slum who have the same background as him, or even live worse than him, but few of them become as extreme as he is.
Even those young boys and girls with punk hair on the street will mostly just talk back to their parents and won't go to extremes.
The environment here created half of Wu Xiaolong, and he himself created the other half.
"A person who is self-deprecating and pathetic..."
Su Xia thought of his childhood, but unlike Wu Xiaolong, he liked to hide everything by being silent and solitary.
When Wu Xiaolong heard his words, his face became even more distorted. The feeling of being torn apart bloodily in front of everyone made him feel extremely humiliated.
He roared angrily, pointing at Su Xia tremblingly: "No matter what I say, it can't save you, just wait for death!"
"call out!"
A cold light suddenly flashed, and he was unable to react before the right arm pointing at Su Xia instantly left his body.
Everyone around was shocked, and no one saw clearly how Su Xia made the move.
"clang--"
The sound of metal was heard, and a bloody dagger was stuck on a metal sign behind Wu Xiaolong.
His right arm fell to the ground with a thud, and blood gushed out.
“Ahhhh…my hand…my hand…”
Wu Xiaolong fell to his knees in agony, wailing.
He never expected that Su Xia would just go straight into action without even saying a few words of trash talk before the fight.
Not only him, but other people in the Black Tiger Gang also didn't expect it.
"court death!"
The leader shouted loudly, with an angry look on his face, and raised the shotgun in his hand, pointing the cold muzzle at Su Xia's head.
As he did this, the other members raised their guns one after another, instantly blocking any possibility of Su Xia's escape.
The atmosphere in the market suddenly changed. All the residents found places to hide, and only the brave ones dared to stick out half of their heads to continue watching.
“Crack!”
The man pulled the trigger, not giving Su Xia any time.
That dog-leg knife is indeed amazing, but no matter how fast a cold weapon is, it can't be faster than a bullet!
But what he didn't expect was that after he pulled the trigger, the shotgun in his hand didn't move at all, as if it had misfired.
“Click, click, click…”
He tried more than ten times, but still nothing happened.
"Damn, this is a rubbish gun!"
This is not the first time that this has happened. The quality of firearms in slum gangs is quite poor. They are considered inferior among counterfeit goods and are extremely cheap.
But the gang members didn't have too many demands, just wanting to hear the noise.
The leader was furious and yelled to the younger brother beside him: "What are you all standing there for? Shoot! Do you really need me to remind you?"
"oh oh……"
These little brothers dared not disobey and quickly pulled the trigger in their hands.
However, to everyone's surprise, all the guns they were holding misfired and none of them could fire a bullet.
Before they could find out the reason, Su Xia took action.
Two sharp knives appeared in his hands, one in each hand, and the curved blades flashed with cold light.
He moved as fast as a ghost, his black coat fluttering behind him, his eyes behind the mask extremely cold, and he instantly approached an approaching Black Tiger Gang member.
A cold light flashed, and a head fell to the ground.
"Fuck, be careful! Spread out!"
The leader looked horrified and shouted hurriedly.
He had just finished shouting this when Su Xia's black figure like the god of death appeared in front of him, and he only had time to raise his shotgun to resist.
“Crack!”
The metal barrel of the shotgun was chopped off violently, without even a second to stop it.
The cold, sharp blade pierced into his skull.
Su Xia did not stop. Like a killing machine, he pulled out the bloody blade and continued to attack the next target.
His smooth killing movements stunned the residents in the market.
The restaurant owner turned pale, swallowed, and asked, "Is your eldest brother... an emotionless killer?"
“I don’t know either!”
Ma Zhu stared with a look of shock and took several deep breaths.
They thought that these gang members in the slums were scary enough, as everyone had blood on their hands.
But compared with Su Xia at this moment, those gang members are like little lambs.
In a short while , all the dozen or so members of the Black Tiger Gang surrendered. There were more than a dozen corpses on the ground, warm blood was flowing on the ground, and the smell of blood was floating in the air.
Fortunately, the residents of the slums have seen this a lot, and even though many of them turned pale, they were able to hold back and not vomit.
No one dared to speak at this moment, only Wu Xiaolong was howling in pain.
“Ah…Ahhh…”
After seeing all the official members being chopped off by Su Xia, his screams contained not only pain but also fear.
And Su Xia seemed to have just done something very simple. He calmly walked to a stall selling daily necessities, gave out two bills, and then took away a towel.
He simply wiped the blood off the blade, then walked towards Wu Xiaolong slowly and said, "I don't like talking nonsense before a fight. Now we can talk."
"What...what are you going to do?"
Wu Xiaolong's face turned pale as he sat on the ground, enduring the severe pain and kicking his legs backwards.
"Don't come over here!"
He shouted, his voice filled with panic.
At this time, the fear of death has surpassed everything, and the effects of the addictive drugs in his body are gradually fading.
Su Xia walked up to him, grabbed his collar and dragged him towards the repair shop.
It would have been more convenient to grab the hair, but Wu Xiaolong's hair was very greasy and Su Xia didn't want to dirty her hands.
"Bang!"
At the door of the repair shop, Su Xia threw it casually.
Then he took out a healing potion and injected it into Wu Xiaolong.
This guy's physique was too weak. The continuous injuries , the loss of an arm, excessive blood loss and severe pain, coupled with the fear in his heart, had already pushed him to the brink of fainting.
One dose of the medicine woke him up immediately, and the effect of the remaining sugar medicine in his body also dissipated.
“It hurts… it hurts…”
When he was fully awake, the pain doubled.
He leaned against the door, covering his severed hand and wailing. Tears could not stop falling from the pain, his whole body twitched, and his voice was extremely shrill.
Seeing this scene, Wu Jian and Xu Lian were heartbroken. After all, they had raised this child with their own hands.
"What do you want to do?" Su Xia asked for their opinions.
"Sir, this child, he, he..."
Wu Jian felt extremely upset and wanted to beg Su Xia to let Wu Xiaolong go, but then he thought of what Wu Xiaolong had said before.
"He's only nineteen, he's just... is..."
“Maybe I took the wrong road.”
"if……"
"If we can send him to a place for reformation, maybe he will get better after a while..."
Wu Jian's voice was still very weak, he spoke intermittently, and coughed from time to time.
Even though he looked like this because of being beaten by Wu Xiaolong, he still pleaded with Su Xia, as a father pleading for his child.
Xu Lian didn't say much, which was considered as tacit agreement with Wu Jian's statement.
He is only nineteen years old, maybe he can really be reformed?
They didn't want to give up their son.
At this time, Wu Xiaolong at the door suddenly burst into tears: "Dad, Mom, I was wrong, I drank too much sugar water just now, and my head was dizzy. I shouldn't have treated you like that. I'm a bastard, I'm unfilial..."
This change is really a bit sudden.
Su Xia looked at Wu Xiaolong carefully with a cold gaze.
He didn't hear any remorse in this guy's voice, even his crying sounded fake, it was obvious that he was doing this just to save his life.
But this is very useful to Wu Jian and his wife.
Hearing the crying sound, both of them had tears in their eyes.
Xu Lian went up to Wu Xiaolong and hugged him with a heartache. Her eyes were blurred with tears and she choked with sobs as she said, "Okay, good boy, it's good that you know you're wrong. You should correct it in the future. Our family can't live without you."
"Mom, I will never do that again..."
Wu Xiaolong cried until his voice was hoarse, and his face was covered with tears and snot.
The mother and son hugged each other and cried, the scene was very touching.
Su Xia quietly retreated to the door, leaned against the upright sign of the repair shop, with an indifferent expression, quietly wiping the blade.
He was not at all interested in the "Prodigal Son" drama being played out in the store, and his heart was not at all moved.
In the eyes of everyone in the market, he was planning to let Wu Xiaolong go, at the cost of cutting off one of his arms, in order to make him repent and turn back.
But does Su Xia really think so?
