Chapter 19 — That Day of Reconciliation, the God of War Former Husband Resolved Not to Let Go

"If I break my promise, by then it's not too late if you want to kill or chop him, or chop him off!" "Master Biao is a smart person, this debt should be calculated more clearly than anyone else, right?" The Biao family stroked the beard on his chin, his eyes flickering, obviously weighing the pros and cons. The atmosphere in the yard was tense to the extreme. It seemed that even the wind and snow had lessened a bit, leaving only the sound of everyone's heavy breathing. Finally, the Biao family spat out a lot of saliva, made a "bang" sound, and threw the sword in his hand to the ground. "Okay! I will respect you this time! I will also give you two months of time!" He pointed straight at my nose and said viciously. "That woman, remember what you said today! Issuing the debt right now! Bring me the land deed immediately! Two months later, if I lack even a single coin..." He coldly laughed, the unspoken words were sharper than the blade of a knife. “It's a given!” Without hesitation, I immediately agreed. The large rock hanging in my heart finally fell halfway down. Xuan Dao had long been so scared that his face turned pale. At this moment, when he received my signal eyes, he immediately turned around and ran home to get the land contract. As for me, I tried to support my weak legs, signed my name on the debt paper brought by the Buu family's subordinates, and then pressed down on the bright red fingerprint. When Xuan Dao breathed heavily, he brought the wooden box containing the house star fruit into the hands of the Biao family, he carefully checked it over, then nodded with satisfaction. "Go!" He waved his hand, led the group of evil and murderous henchmen, carried a few valuable items stolen from the Huo palace, and left proudly. In the chaotic courtyard, only silence remained after the disaster. The old servants of Hoac Palace sat limply on the ground, sobbing in low voices. My tight nerves suddenly relaxed, my legs went limp, I almost fell down and sat down on the snowy ground. Xuan Dao quickly caught me. "Miss! Are you okay?" I shook my head, signaling that I had nothing to do. But his eyes involuntarily fell on the man still kneeling on the snowy ground. Hoc Quyet slowly and with great difficulty raised his head. His scattered hair stuck to his purple-blue face and was full of blood stains. Those eyes that were once as sharp as an eagle, as arrogant as the blazing sun, now looked blankly forward, completely losing focus. Inside was only filled with... a kind of despair, ashes and boundless silence after being completely crushed, stripped of all dignity. He was like a stone statue that had been eroded by wind and snow for thousands of years, completely losing its vitality and light. Mother Ly finally brought the doctor of Hoi Xuan Duong to the place. The yard became chaotic again, everyone frantically carried old Mrs. Hoo who had fainted into the treatment room. No one cares about the man still kneeling in the snow anymore. He just knelt like that, not moving. The wind and snow fell silently on him. I look at him. Look at the man who was once incomparable to anyone, now struggling and disheveled, his dignity swept away. There is no pleasure in revenge in my heart, nor is there pity from above looking down. There is only a kind of deep sadness... like watching the sun slowly set at the end of the horizon. I walked over and squatted down in front of him. He reached out his hand, wanting to help him stand up. My fingertips just touched his cold, stiff arm. He suddenly trembled violently! Like being burned by a red-hot iron bar, like being bitten by a venomous snake! He violently pushed my hand away, the movement was so great that he almost used up all his strength! Then, he suddenly raised his head! Those quiet, empty eyes were now staring at me fiercely as if they were filled with poison! Inside, there was a torrent of hatred, humiliation to the core, and a kind of... awkwardness that was etched deep into his bones and a madness that almost threatened to self-destruct when his most struggling and unbearable appearance was exposed in front of the person he once threw away like a torn shoe! "Fuck off!" He used his hoarse throat and gritted his teeth to force out a word. The sound was so broken that it couldn't form, but it carried enough hatred to destroy heaven and earth! "So Chieu! Get out of here!!!" “Forever… never let me see you again!!!”