There were many other people in the living room, including Madam Song, whose eyes were red and who looked like she had cried herself to death, and two or three beautiful women with red eyes, probably the other fruits of Master Song's struggle.
Then came some subordinates, led by Daozi, who surrounded the crystal coffin. Li Yang's eyes first fell on Song Tian'er's haggard and pitiful appearance.
For the first time, she showed a look of haggardness, desolation, and weakness that I had never seen before. Her pitiful appearance was so moving that Li Yang had the urge to go up and hug her tightly.
But he knew it was just an impulse, damn it, just an impulse, so he didn't move. Instead, he just stared at the knife, and the knife was also staring intently at him, its eyes like knives. But Li Yang saw a hint of cunning, ruthlessness, and smugness in its eyes.
Li Yang squinted, a strange light flashing in his eyes, as bright as a 10,000-watt searchlight. Dao Zi looked away nervously, but that was enough. Li Yang confirmed his guess.
It was indeed this knife who betrayed Master Song. This kid was a treacherous Wei Yan traitor, an ungrateful wretch. He was never willing to be just Master Song's lackey. He could tolerate it before because he thought he still had a chance.
Master Song only has one daughter, and she is a pampered girl who only knows about adventure and likes excitement, but doesn't understand the affairs of the gang. He is also Song Tian'er's ideal husband. After Master Song steps down, he will obviously be the natural successor.
But all of this shattered because of Li Yang's appearance! How could Dao Zi accept this? All his previous efforts and forbearance suddenly became nothing but bubbles, flowers in water, and the moon in a well.
Watching Li Yang and Song Tian'er flirt and banter filled him with such jealousy that he almost burned his penis. Especially after the rescue of Su Xiaoxiao, he gained a deeper understanding of Li Yang's abilities.
He was convinced that he was no match for Li Yang if he went through normal channels, and he also saw that Master Song was paying more and more attention to Li Yang, to the point that he almost obeyed him completely.
She even treated him like a future successor and prospective son-in-law. Daozi could no longer stand idly by. So he secretly colluded with Hei Laizi and hatched a plan to deal with Master Song.
So after Li Yang came to see Master Song alone that day, he felt the time was right, and at the same time sold Li Yang's plan to Black Laizi, thus gaining Black Laizi's trust, which led to the subsequent assassination operation.
"Li Yang, you dare to come here? I admire your courage. What else do you have to say for yourself!" Daozi squinted at Li Yang, thinking to himself, "Even if you talk your way out of it, none of these brothers know who you are. I, Daozi, have been with Master Song since I was a kid. I'm their second-in-command. Of course, they trust me more than you, this outsider. Just wait and see how I play you to death."
Hmph, Song Ye's empire is mine, and Song Tian'er is mine too. Just wait, once I've taken control of Song Ye's empire, I'll make Song Tian'er kneel and beg for mercy every day, so she'll never dare to ignore me. Li Yang, all of this is because you're better than me!
Li Yang had used his ability to read minds, so he already knew Daozi's thoughts and plans inside and out, and was also fully aware of everything Daozi had done.
However, none of this worked. Although he knew this, the other guys didn't, especially the underlings outside. They were practically half of the gangsters in Jiangdong City, big and small, countless in number.
They know who I am! It's all my fault for being too low-key and unwilling to reveal myself. But even if I take him down, it won't work. I've only known Master Song for a few days. None of my underlings know me. They definitely don't trust me.
Sigh, even if I confessed that Knife was colluding with Black Laizi, who would believe me? Putting aside Knife's prestige, he was indeed extremely loyal to Master Song, and once took a bullet for Master Song while being stabbed by Knife.
His underlings greatly admired him. They absolutely refused to believe that Daozi had betrayed Master Song. As for themselves, a single word from Daozi would be enough to kill them.
Who told Master Song to have his accident right after I arrived that day?
Li Yang looked at Song Tian'er, whose face was contorted with pain and whose eyes were filled with complex emotions as she stared at Li Yang, appearing to lack any sense of direction.
"Sister Song, do you also think that I killed Master Song?" Li Yang said with a bitter smile.
Song Tian'er shook her head painfully, tears streaming down her face, and choked out, "I don't know, I don't know, my mind is in turmoil, Li Yang, I don't know..."
Clearly, she was unwilling to believe that Li Yang was the culprit who killed her father, but the facts were undeniable, and she had no choice but to accept them. Therefore, at this moment, she was so tormented that she wished she could commit suicide to cleanse herself of all suffering.
Chapter 170: Wrongfully Accused and Suffering Injustice
Li Yang knew he could no longer rely on the ephemeral concept of love to save himself. Even if Song Tian'er desperately protected him, what about all those other Song wives? If they all came at him at once, wouldn't they just scratch his face? Did he think he could sleep with Song Ye's women, or even Song Jie's aunts and mistresses?
This is unrealistic.
The only thing I can and must do is expose the knife's sinister face and despicable motives. But what should I do? Should I display my X-ray vision on the spot? Not only can I only see through people's hearts once a day, but who would be crazy enough to believe I could do something so blatantly absurd?
Only by finding irrefutable evidence, leaving no room for the truth to be revealed, can one's words be used only as a tool!
"Li Yang, you bastard! Old Song was wrong about you. I was blind to think you were Song Ye's successor and Tian'er's boyfriend! You're a beast in human form, you can't judge a book by its cover! I regret it so much! Daozi, what are you hesitating for? Hurry up and avenge Old Song!" Madam Song jumped out for the first time, pointing at Li Yang and shouting wildly and hysterically.
"Yes, let's kill him quickly to avenge Old Song..."
"What is he? How dare he come here? He's asking for death..."
Daozi narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Yes, Madam! Li Yang, what else do you have to say? I originally thought you were Master Song's successor, my good brother, but I never expected you to be such a hypocrite! You have truly broken my heart."
Today's events are your doing, so don't blame me for being ruthless! You're doomed today, but I still admire your courage for daring to come here. However, it's all in vain; you're going to die today! " As he spoke, Daozi pulled out a black pistol and pointed it at Li Yang's temple.
He knew he was no match for Li Yang, and to be on the safe side, using a gun was the most reliable option. As for chivalry and heroism, could those things kill an opponent? No? If they couldn't, then they should just get lost! I don't have time for you!
Li Yang's face was gloomy, and he was also secretly anxious. He was unaware of the situation, but when he suddenly heard that Master Song was in trouble, he rushed to the scene.
The changes at the scene were completely beyond my expectations. I never imagined it would be so dangerous, leaving me almost no room or opportunity to speak. It had already sentenced me to death.
Even Sister Song, who trusts me the most, has lost her pillar of support. Who else will speak up for me?
"Kill him"
Suddenly, a strange shouting erupted in the living room. The simultaneous shouting of dozens of people was quite astonishing, startling Li Yang so much that he shuddered, his heart filled with anxiety, and cold sweat involuntarily poured out.
Hearing the shouts from the living room, the thugs in the villa compound and all over the surrounding hills joined in with their own shouts. The sounds soared into the sky, creating an incredibly impressive spectacle.
On a mountain road some distance from the villa, a police car with its siren off was parked quietly.
Several fully armed police officers were sitting in the car. If Li Yang were here, he would definitely recognize them; they were all old acquaintances of his.
Branch Director Zheng Guo, Criminal Police Captain Wang Gang, trainee policewoman Guan Ling, and a male police officer with sharp eyes.
The group sat there with somber expressions, listening to the heavy, booming shouts from above, pretending not to hear them like deaf donkeys.
Trainee policewoman Guan Ling, who was annoyed by Li Yang, couldn't sit still any longer. She slapped the back of the chair and shouted, "Chief, Captain Wang, are we just going to stand by and watch them kill people? Even if that person betrayed Song Qin, he's not the real killer! The real killer is Black Lai Zi. They should be looking for the killer, not here taking lives like this!"
Are we just going to sit idly by and do nothing? Are we still police officers? Are we still the guardians of the law? Do we even deserve to wear this uniform? Although I also feel ashamed of that man, he didn't commit a capital crime. He shouldn't die. Even if he did, we police officers should be there to arrest him and bring him to justice, not to die like this!
Zheng Guo frowned. He was really having a headache dealing with this young lady whose father was the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau. Damn it, he could tolerate this little girl acting like she owned the place, but what did she know? The police needed stability and no trouble.
This is what the leaders want, and this is what the people want. One person's death is a small matter, but there are thousands of people above, and we're just a few rushing up like this? Let alone whether we can even rush up, even if we do, can you save people or catch the murderer?
Wouldn't that throw the Jiangdong City underworld into chaos, with fighting, murder, and arson happening everywhere? Once Jiangdong City becomes unstable, who the hell can bear the responsibility?