Fatty Qiu watched all this coldly. Even though Qiu Yin was his younger brother, he didn't show any unbearableness in his eyes when Feng Ziming put it down like this. However, looking at the bloody scene, Fatty Qiu was already remembering the dusk of the bloody sunset. The powerful man in front of him was still childish, with red eyes, rushed into his house with a hatchet in his hand, chopped all the gangsters who stopped him, and rushed into the room again, chopping off the hands and feet of his two sons. When he stepped forward to stop him, he kicked himself to the corner of the wall, and spit out blood because his ribs penetrated his chest.

The man pointed to his own consciousness and was quite clear at the time and said, "What I am looking for is your two sons. I want them to pay the price for what they have done before. As for you, you have come up with it and you are asking for your own hands and feet. I want your hands and feet to make you continue to destroy these pitiful and hateful unruly people. From today on, I want to take the life of your Qiu family. I let you continue to live, but let you live not because I am kind, but because the unruly people in this village are only worthy of village tyrants like you to lead them. I want to see what the end of your entire village will end. Remember, if one day I want you to die at the third update, you will definitely not be able to live at the fifth update." After saying these words, the man threw down his hatchet and flew away.

Perhaps it was retribution that his two sons had been infected with incurable diseases and died one after another. Could it be that the man in front of him came to take away the last two lives of the Qiu family today? Fatty Qiu had a cold sweat on his forehead, his heart was as if he was ashamed, but his face still pretended to be calm: "Zi Ming, if you have something to say, are we misunderstandings, are we dead... Xiaoyi said something to you..."

Old Feng rushed up and slapped Fatty Qiu: "No matter what Xiaoyi said, it is right. Save your anger. I don't want to hear anything. No matter how you explain, you can't save your life."

"You...you...you are a policeman now, don't do anything randomly," Fatty Qiu sat on the ground tremblingly and retreated to the sofa and leaned down, "You killed me...you won't have a good end."

"Police? So what about the police? Don't the police here all have no choice but to do anything to you," Old Feng lit a cigarette and stared at Fatty Qiu and sneered, "Do you think you will be the first person I killed? You overestimate yourself. There is a solution to Shuitty Cities in the matter of Shuitty Cities. As long as you have the strength, you can play with the life and death of any person who is not strong enough to you. Isn't this what you said? Do you think I will cause trouble for yourself if I kill you? Fatty Qiu, don't pretend to be naive in front of me."

"You are the one with the surname Feng, you are not worthy of being a policeman." Fatty Qiu said angrily.

"Hmph!" Feng Ziming smiled coldly, "Do you know why I want to be a policeman?"

Fatty Qiu's eyes rolled around, shook his head repeatedly, thinking about delaying time, and his right hand slowly touched under the sofa, as if he wanted to get something.

"I will tell you today," Lao Feng spit out a sip of smoke, his eyes becoming hollow and dim. "It's all thanks to your villagers. I thought that by being a policeman, I could catch all the bad guys, so that the weak would no longer be bullied and exploited, and make the world fair, but I imagined this world too perfectly. This world is simply unfair. People are divided into different levels in their lives. How can they be fair? The traitors and evil people eat and drink and enjoy life, and the kind and honest people spend their lives hard without any rice. How can they be fair?

"Why do you show off your power in this village? Why do you organize a group of underworld members to bully the villagers? Why do you live more than anyone in this village? Why do you have to be moisturized by the police until now? Why? Is this called fairness? Since the rules of the game in this world are like this, why do I have to abide by the principle of fairness? Why do I abide by the so-called fair rules and regulations that a policeman should abide by? Why can't I take your life if I want your life?" Old Feng sighed and continued, "Since this world is so unfair, since this world can accommodate people like you, since no police can deal with evil people like you, then I am better than you, your life already belongs to me. What's the problem with me to take back this life today?"

A cold light burst out from Lao Feng's eyes and stared at Fatty Qiu and said, "Yes, I am a policeman, but sometimes I am no different from the executioner. The executioner only attacks those who judge the evil people in the so-called fair institutions in this world as evil people. And I am a thoughtful executioner. I will also make a judgment on the evil people in my eyes that I think are fair. Unfortunately, you have been sentenced to death by me, but I admit that because of my selfishness and hatred for the people in this village, it has been delayed. At the same time, I have always given you a chance. Until today, I have given you a chance, but you have not cherished it, be enlightened, kowtow to Xiaoyi's father and admit your mistake."

Fatty Qiu threw a hatred look at Feng Ziming: "Cat crying rat, I have done a lot of things that are harmful to the world, so what? Do you think this is a good policeman? It's all nonsense!"

Fatty Qiu stretched his hand under the sofa again. He thought that saying this would make Feng Ziming furious, but he didn't expect that Old Feng looked surprisingly calm, his eyes still stared at him without moving, and he smiled disdainfully: "You are wrong. Since I understood the unfair truth of this world, I have never wanted to be a good policeman anymore. But I will be a very strong policeman, so strong that no one, no, no policeman can cure you, but as long as I want, I can cure you, just like now, but in fact, I am stronger than you, and so strong that you are afraid. In fact, I have seen a lot of things you have done for so many years, just pediatrics, a hundred times more evil than you.

I have arrested a lot, and even sent it to the Huangquan Road with my own hands, and at the same time I have let it go. Whether it is arrested or let it go is all in my thoughtful executioner, all under the principle of the principle of me, the thoughtful executioner, who thinks that fair trial, I have not let you go when I was a policeman, but I can let you go now. Even if you stab you to death, I can ignore it because he deserves to die, but..." Lao Feng's eyes became more and more cold, "You hurt my best friend when I was a child. I can't let you go. I must make you pay the price for you doing such an angry behavior. The price of death is also time to make you pay the price for everything you have done before."

"I...I..." Fatty Qiu was already sweating profusely, "Zi Ming, I have never done anything to Xiaoyi yet, I just said, "You are not like this..."

"Bang!" The ashtray drew a graceful arc in the air, hitting Fatty Qiu's head, and blood dripped down.

Feng Ziming looked at Uncle Li’s skeleton on the table: “Don’t argue anymore, I have lost my patience.”

"Okay, I kowtow! I admit my mistake!" Fatty Qiu wiped the blood from his forehead and suddenly became surprisingly refreshing.
Chapter completed!