Chapter 63

Su Changshun wore a grave expression as he strode toward the Liu family's doorway in the back courtyard, closely followed by his wife, Li Xiaomei. The thin wooden door of the Liu home stood wide open, casting a dim, yellowish glow that illuminated a small patch of the ground outside. Inside, Liu Haizhong was panting heavily like an ox that had just finished plowing a field. His face was flushed crimson, and the veins on his forehead were still visibly throbbing. He was clutching a wide leather belt, its heavy buckle trailing on the floor. In the corner, Liu Guangtiand crouched on the ground, his hands locked tightly over his head as his entire body shook like a sieve. Several dark, wet patches marred his worn trousers—soaked through with cold sweat brought on by sheer agony. From his throat came muffled, broken whimpers, sounding like a wounded little beast.