224: Chapter 224 Father and Son Kill Each Other

The moment the words fell.

Liu Zihao was the first to pounce, his eyes bloodshot like a driven-mad stray dog, his fists raining down on Liu Ziqiang as if they cost nothing:

"Old man! It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, would I be suffering like this? I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

He had no technique, no order, just the most barbaric and crude punching and kicking, specifically smashing and kicking hard at the most painful and injured parts of Liu Ziqiang's body.

Liu Ziqiang already had a broken arm and was heavily injured, his body weak to the extreme, but driven by both the desire to survive and the ultimate rage of being betrayed, he erupted with astonishing tenacity and ruthlessness.

He suddenly lowered his head and, with all his strength, slammed it hard against Liu Zihao's face!

Bang!

A dull thud.

Liu Zihao's nosebleed sprayed out instantly from the impact; he let out a miserable scream, subconsciously retreated two steps, and clutched his face, groaning in pain.

Liu Ziqiang took the opportunity to break free from the ropes, which Cao Kun had intentionally left loose. With a release of his hands, he completely shed his restraints.

Dragging his broken arm and enduring the intense pain, his eyes bloodshot, he pounced forward like a cornered, completely crazed beast!

"I'll kill you!!"

"I raised you for so long! I gave you my heart and soul! I gave you everything! And you actually broke my arm for money! I'll kill you!!"

The father and son had both completely lost their minds with rage.

No humanity, no limits, no familial affection, no reason.

Only the most primitive, barbaric, and bloody biting, beating, crushing, and desperate fighting remained.

Fists, feet, teeth, headbutts, elbows, knees...

Every part of the body that could be used for attack became a lethal weapon.

The warehouse echoed with the dull thuds of flesh hitting bone, screams of extreme agony, vicious and crazed curses, and cries of despair and breakdown.

Blood splattered on the walls, the floor, the pillars, and the old junk; large patches of crimson were shocking to the eye and made one's scalp tingle.

Julie stood to the side, her face growing paler, her stomach churning; the physiological discomfort made her almost unable to stand steady.

She hated Liu Ziqiang and Liu Zihao, this cold-blooded and heartless father and son, but the tragic scene of father and son killing each other, flesh and blood flying, and internecine strife before her eyes still far exceeded her psychological limit.

Her body trembled slightly, her breathing became rapid, and her eyes were filled with discomfort and panic.

Cao Kun noticed her state immediately and stepped quickly to her side, his voice becoming soft and gentle, carrying a strong soothing power:

"If you can't take it, go out first and wait for me outside the warehouse. Leave this to me; nothing unexpected will happen, everything is under control."

Julie didn't try to be brave; she nodded slightly and turned to run out of the warehouse as if escaping.

When the cold wind outside blew on her, she barely managed to steady her mind. Leaning against the cold wall, she took deep breaths, trying to calm her surging emotions.

Inside the warehouse, the slaughter continued, becoming more and more tragic.

Liu Zihao was young and strong with plenty of energy, but he was impulsive; his strikes were ruthless but lacked tenacity, and he became increasingly disorganized as he fought.

Liu Ziqiang was old and frail, heavily injured, but he held the determination to die together; every move and every strike was a desperate struggle.

Both were covered in blood, their faces unrecognizable, clothes torn to shreds, skin scratched open, and bones broken; they no longer looked like their original selves.

Liu Zihao gradually ran out of strength, his movements slowing down, his breathing becoming more rapid, and his attacks growing weaker.

Liu Ziqiang seized this fleeting opportunity and, using the last ounce of strength in his body, pounced forward, his hands death-gripping Liu Zihao's neck, pinning him hard to the ground, his arms exerting frantic force!

"Didn't you want money... Didn't you want me dead... I'll kill you first..."

"I'll make it so you never... never get to spend a single cent..."

Liu Zihao's eyes bulged, his face turning from bright red to purple, then to a deathly pale; his limbs struggled and kicked desperately, but they grew weaker and weaker.

His breathing grew fainter, and his struggling became lighter.

Finally, he stopped moving completely.

Everything became quiet at this moment.

Only Liu Ziqiang's heavy, hoarse, nearly suffocating gasps remained.

He maintained the posture of choking Liu Zihao's neck, frozen in place and motionless; it took a full half-minute for his chaotic and crazed consciousness to slowly return.

He looked down at Liu Zihao, who lay on the ground, motionless, his face as pale as paper, devoid of any life.

His pupils suddenly constricted.

Reason became completely clear at this moment.

The mind that had just been clouded by anger, despair, betrayal, and pain cooled instantly.

He looked at his blood-stained, slightly trembling hands.

He looked at his son's body, which showed no signs of life.

He looked at the large patch of eye-piercing crimson on the ground, bloodstains that could never be wiped away.

A thought that made him break down, despair, and lose any hope of redemption in this life exploded instantly...

He... had killed someone.

It wasn't just anyone he killed.

It was the person he had cherished most, loved most, sacrificed for most, cared about most, and placed all his hopes on...

His own biological son.

"Zi... Zihao..."

Liu Ziqiang's voice trembled uncontrollably, broken, hoarse, and terrified to the extreme.

He reached out a slightly trembling hand and gently touched his son's neck.

No pulse.

No breathing.

No warmth.

Dead.

Really dead.

Never coming back.

"Ahhh—!!!"

Liu Ziqiang suddenly let out a broken, desperate, heart-wrenching, and sky-shattering cry.

He grabbed Liu Zihao's cold corpse, buried his face deep in his son's blood-stained chest, and wailed loudly, crying heart-wrenchingly, his whole body twitching, crying like a madman who had completely lost everything.

"Zihao... Dad was wrong... Dad shouldn't have hit you... Dad shouldn't have choked you..."

"Dad didn't mean it... Dad was just in too much pain... Dad just wanted to live... Dad was just scared..."

"Come back... Come back, okay? Dad will give you all the money... Dad won't force you anymore... Dad won't ask you to take care of me in my old age anymore... Dad will agree to anything you want..."

"Come back—!!!"

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